Jackal's Girl
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 13 ghosts or their characters. Oh and this chapter has a lot of cursing and some sexual content in it so if you aren't allowed to read this kind of stuff you have been warned.
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The kid smiled and hugged me again but what he said next made my flesh crawl, and I've never had that happen before so you can tell that it froze me to the very core.
Don't worry mommy I'll protect you, then we can be together forever
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I wandered down the halls for a while with the kid on my heels, which was making me upset. "Kid why won't you leave me alone!" I growled and stepped away from him a bit. "You're seriously getting on my nerves now and I'm starting to get really pissed off." I sneered at him and tried to keep from lashing out at him but still ended up pushing him back several feet.
Mommy what did I do wrong? Don't you love me anymore?
Billy started to cry and I just rolled my eyes and started to walk away again. "I hate kids and I'm not your mother so leave me alone!" I turned and saw that he was gone so I sighed in relief and continued exploring the house. The ticking of the hall clocks got annoyingly loud after awhile and didn't help my mood either. I wanted to scream and destroy things, most of all I wanted to hit someone and taste their blood on my tongue. This wasn't good, not good at all, the corner of my eye started to twitch like it always did when I started to feel this way. I yelled at myself mentally, grabbed a nearby clock, and threw it across the hall but I never heard it crash which made me feel even worse.
"You know these clocks are worth a small fortune; you shouldn't be throwing them around like that." Cyrus was standing in front of me holding the clock and looking slightly upset. He walked over to the small hall table and carefully set the clock back down before looking back to me. "It would seem that you found a way out of your other clothes and into something more comfortable. Dinner will be ready within the hour so I will be expecting your company." Cyrus looked back to me as he pulled an imaginary piece of lint from his jacket in irritation. "I trust you know where the kitchen is so I will be waiting for you." With that, he disappeared and I shook my head in confusion.
"I don't know how they keep doing that but it's seriously pissing me off. I mean why should they get all the cool powers?" Letting out an agitated breath I picked up the clock and smashed it on the ground before heading out to find the kitchen. It took me an hour to find it because it seemed like all the halls were shifting and the walls were moving. I was convinced that my psychosis wasn't causing this but then again, I could have just been imagining things like those that I did back in New Borehamwood. I hope that without the same consequences that would follow them.
Flashback
I sat in my cot shivering from fear staring at the vision before me. I had only been in New Borehamwood for about two weeks and I was already seeing demonic visions conjured up from my own subconscious. I had heard from the other patients that they had all experienced a vision or two in their stay here but none of them had actually taken on a physical body. I tried to shake the vision from my sight but it remained in the corner of my room staring at me. I called out for help and I could hear the pounding of feet in the halls as an orderly ran to my aid but not before the creature crawled up to the side of my cot and inched it's way even closer.
The creature that was about seven feet tall with razor sharp teeth and claws. Its body resembled that of a human but the arms and legs were much too long and the skin was a sickly olive color. Its feet were hoofed like a bull's and it sat on its haunches facing me. The creatures face seemed human except for the fact that its eyes were like two empty pits just staring at me and its jaws were opened inhumanly wide. I shivered as I stared at the creature as it opened its jaws unhinging them showing that its canines were longer and sharper then humanly possible. Its facial features seemed demonically distorted as I stared at the blood that began dripping from its fangs.
"Sara you need to get away from that thing!" Thomas one of the orderlies yelled at me from the door. Thomas had short chestnut brown hair and eyes, his skin was pale but he was extremely well built. You could see his muscles underneath his outfit and he didn't mind throwing people around. He was about six feet tall and had the face and stature of a prince. Don't get me wrong I liked Thomas. He was in his early twenties and treated me like a human being even though I would bite him and take out my pain on him. He would bring me gifts and promised to get me out of that hell even if he had to pull the fire alarm and sneak me out the back door. He would often talk about us running away together, but I never understood why he loved me. I only wished that I had told him that I loved him before he ran into my room.
"Thomas stay out!" I screamed at him but it was too late for as soon as he stepped into my room the creature pounced on him and before I could lift a finger it had ripped out his windpipe and he was killed. All I could do was stare as the demonic creature ripped the flesh from his body and feast upon his corpse. I could feel my heart tear itself apart within my chest and tears fell from my eyes. My tears were frozen and burned my cheeks as they fell causing me to choke back my sobs as I just sat there watching my beloved Thomas disappear from this existence forever. I could still hear his strangled cry and smell his blood in my sleep. I had just sat there listening to the ripping of flesh and crunching of bone as the creature consumed Thomas without a second thought. All that was left of Thomas was a shredded piece of his bloody uniform and some of his blood smudged over the floor.
The creature looked back to me and grinned showing its fangs once again before speaking in a deep gravely voice that I will never be able to erase from my mind. "The jackal's girl will thirst for blood and never love a living being. For it has been said by my master and his will shall be carried out. Hear my words child no man living shall ever see you as a lover or a wife. Your body and soul shall belong to him and his minions shall seek you out and bring you to him. Be patient child for they are coming." Then the creature seemed to flicker out of sight and a chill filled the room causing my breath to freeze in my lungs keeping me from screaming or calling out again. I crawled off my cot and picked up what was left of Thomas and hid it within the confines of my room before crawling under the bed and letting go of what sanity I had left.
End Flashback
I had remembered to bring the sliver of Thomas with me but it was up in my room hidden within my possessions. I don't know what had made me remember Thomas as I stood in that kitchen but I didn't feel like eating anymore. I wanted to grab one of those carving knives and cut out what was left of my heart now but I wondered if that was what the voices wanted me to do. Shaking my head as clear as I could I looked around for Cyrus and found him standing by the table with a grin on his face.
"Glad you could make it my dear, please come and sit down. I hope that you like what I've made, for I fear I am not much of a cook." He grinned showing too many teeth as I sat down at the table and just stared at my plate. "I fear I won't be able to stay for long but I will be able to chat for a moment." Cyrus sat across from me and we ate in silence for a while before he finished and left. I just pushed the food around on my plate staring at the food with disinterest as my mind began wandering thinking back to when I was a prisoner in the asylum and wondering if I had just been moved to a more secure prison to await my judgment. I didn't eat much of the roast or the vegetables and just left my plate there as I walked back up to my room and pulled the small-bloodied piece of cloth from my bag and inhaling the faint scent that still clung to it.
"Where did you go?" I whispered to it before tucking it into my pocket and collapsed onto the bed staring blankly at the ceiling. I heard hushed laughter and soon Billy was lying next to me just looking me over. I tried to hold back my emotions but a solitary tear, a reminder of my despised humanity trickled down my cheek and he wiped it away before speaking.
Mommy you look so sad, did somebody hurt you? If they did tell me and I'll make them suffer. Please mommy talk to me.
I could feel my face harden into an emotionless mask and I jumped out of bed and sneered at Billy. "Why won't you leave me the fuck alone you stupid brat. Every time I try to get some peace and quiet you show up and get all touchy feely. I'm not your mother and if you keep calling me that I'm gonna fucking kill you so stay away from me!" I screamed the last part and ignoring his startled and upset features as I turned and ran down the halls not caring where I ended up. I kept running until I was grabbed from behind by a pair of strong arms and pulled to my knees. I turned to see who had grabbed me expecting to see the giant or the kid. It wasn't either of them; it was Ryan. His arms didn't loosen as he held me to him and he stared at me.
So you're the tasty little girl that's been running lose in the big glass house. Well it looks like the Jackal will be getting fed tonight.
He grinned as I frowned and tried to pull from his grip. "I'm nobody's meal and I'm not hungry so quit with the jackal puns." This seemed to surprise him and his nails dug into my back as he growled and spoke again.
Listen you little bitch I am the Jackal and you shouldn't be toying with animals because they have a tendency to bite back unprovoked. However, I think that you'd like that wouldn't you. You probably want me to take you into a dark corner and ravage you until you can't see straight or move you little whore.
"I'm nobodies whore you sick fuck. In New Borehamwood I was called the Jackals girl but if you're the jackal then I don't think I'll call myself that anymore. So just leave me the fuck alone and let me go!" He seemed confused at my outburst but his determination didn't waver and he slammed me against the wall so hard I was seeing spots. I managed to get in a few kicks and slashes before I lost my advantage.
Jackal's girl huh? Well I guess that means were meant to be together so I won't feel so bad when you're screaming my name as I fuck the shit out of you're frail living body. So lets just get this started shall we? Hope you don't mind but I'm not one for foreplay but for you I'll make an exception.
I could tell that he wasn't going to back down but I didn't feel like putting up with Ryan's shit right now so I did the only thing I could think of and screamed at him. "Leave me the fuck alone you god damned caged freak!"
I knew I had pushed him over the edge as his lips crushed against mine in a vain attempt to silence me. I could feel the cold tingle of death emanating from his body as he pushed me even harder against the wall and his hands began roaming my body. I tried to gasp for breath but he shoved his tongue into my mouth and down my throat gagging me and causing me to claw at his chest, which seemed to turn him on even more. He pulled his mouth from mine to let me breathe and I felt him start sucking and nipping on my neck. His hands had found my breasts and he squeezed them through the fabric hard, and I knew that they would be bruised but it didn't seem to hurt. I actually kind of liked it. I knew that I was crazy but was I actually going to let him have his way with me? I felt a cold breeze and I opened my eyes shocked to find that we weren't' in the hall anymore but my bedroom.
"How the hell did we get in here?" I asked myself half way hoping that I was going to get an answer but I never got one. Ryan threw me on the bed and I hardly had time to draw in a breath before he was once again on top of me biting and sucking on my flesh. I knew that this was wrong but it felt so right. He didn't care for me but that didn't matter at the moment, all I wanted was to jump this guy's bones. I growled and flipped him onto his back causing him to grunt in surprise as I kissed him and straddled him.
"What's wrong Ryan I thought this was what you wanted?" I didn't give him time to say anything as I raked my nails across his clothed chest and pulled my shirt off. The surprise seemed to melt off his face as he rolled me onto my back again and grinned slyly.
So I see that the Jackal's girl is a little needy. I wonder how long she can last against the Jackal himself.
Ryan slashed off the rest of my clothes and tossed them into a far corner before pulling the covers down and pinning my hands above my head. He fumbled with his pants before pulling himself out of them and spreading my legs. I had no doubt in my mind that looks weren't everything because Ryan was extremely well endowed and I didn't think he was going to take it easy on me. I tensed up making him growl as he placed a crushing kiss on my lips as he rammed himself into me breaking my barrier and into my very core. I cried out as much as I could before he thrust his tongue down my throat again. He gave me time to adjust before beginning to thrust himself at a frenzied pace within me. Soon we were both moving our hips grinding them together as fast and hard as we could both trying to reach our peak. Soon I was screaming his name and wrapping my legs around his waist as he growled and turned his attention to our approaching climaxes. I felt his grip on my wrists loosen and I pulled my hands from his grasp and wrapped my arms around him clawing at his back in the heat of the moment. I shivered as a burst of light filled my vision with my climax as he growled and released himself inside of me as we finished together.
We both laid there panting covered with sweat from our actions. As the light faded from my eyes I looked at Ryan and saw that his eyes were glazed over and he was out of breath as well. "What's wrong Ryan never had a true orgasm before?" He just growled and grabbed my wrists before starting our actions over again. The night seemed to go on forever as we rolled around on the bed indulging in the feelings that we were causing each other, not caring if anyone heard or saw us. Not knowing that the whole time we were watched by two sets of eyes both burning with hatred and jealousy at the sight in front of them.