Chapter 13

Belles Yeux Rouges

HDM: (title is French...it means beautiful red eyes) this is close to the end so I gotta wrap some of the loose ends in the next couple of chapters before the final one and if need be the epilouge.

Fishbone: Yeah, the whole Shmee and Final Battle thing is really confusing .

HDM: I know...I was really vague so I'll try to enlighten you all when the time comes...told in Todd's POV once again

Love and Lust are twins...

I kept running...I couldn't stop. The muscles in my legs screamed for me to rest but I couldn't give in. How can all of this be happening to me? Shmee...Brittany...all of this is just too fucking insane! How could I let it get to me; how would I have knew? The adrenaline is pumping through my body as I try to gain more speed. I can feel my lungs compressing, trying to get me to yield. I look toward my left to see all the lights and cars blurring into one swell. I gasp for air, it's so hard to breathe. I can hear someone yelling my name but I don't want to stop. Finally, my legs buckle and I fall into the hard cement. I yelp in pain as I gasp for air like a fish. I can feel a hand against my cheek. I look up to see only red before I pass out.

I wake up to a cold rag against my forehead. I shoot up quickly but I feel a hand on my chest, easing me to lay back down. "Easy there, Todd, you need to calm down." a cool voice instructs me and I comply. The voice sounds familiar. I look to see it's Pepito. "Pepito? What are you-" he cut me off by putting another cold rag on my forehead. I let out a noise which made him chuckle. "I saw you running and I tried to call you but you fell...not too gracefully I might add..." he explained with a devilish smirk. I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the info.

I look around my surroundings. I'm laying on top of his bed and there's barely any light in here. I can make out many posters of bands and half naked women all over the walls. There's a stereo close by and a television set with all sorts of DVDs and Videos scattered about. There's a tower of CDs near what may be a laptop on a dresser with an MP3 connected. He has a lot of cool things in here; I don't think I even have a working light in my room.

"Why were you running?" he asked me. I look up at him and raised my eyebrows. "Relationship problems..." I said shortly. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What did she do, show you she had a cock?" he says with a grin. I feel like I want to throw up. I grimace at the sentence. His smirk turned into a frown. "Wait, I was only joking...did she?" he asks in a hushed tone. "No, but something close to it..." I said in a sickened tone. He takes off the rag and helped me sit up. I took in a deep breath, trying to fathom the words.

"Do you remember my bear, Shmee?" I ask. He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that stuffed bear that you talked to a lot...didn't you get rid of him?" he asks. I nodded slowly. "I started to get less and less nightmares when I decided I didn't need him. I thought that he was the one that attracted my nightmares...so that in return he would feed..." I explained. He placed his hands under his chin to support his head; he has a stern and rigid composer. He stares at me with those red eyes...one a bright scarlet colour and one a darker crimson. They're hypnotic, you cannot tear your eyes from them.

"So, he used you as a fridge to keep his nightmares good..." he broke the silence. I nodded at his analogy, though not quite what I pictured. "Even though I have no nightmares, my writing also has ceased...because I have no more...flair if I may put it..." I continued. All of my stories when I was a little kid were tradgic and horrific...because I saw it every night. Now, with no material...I'm at a writer's block...well other than that alien kidney story but that's a bust. I suck...I need some inspiration.

Pepito stretched out his arms and let out a yawn. Oh god, I'm boring him. "Isn't Shmee a guy?" he asks. I stiffen a bit. "You slept with it, didn't you?" he asks in a cold manner. I nodded a 'yes' slowly. His composer soften a bit. Tears start forming in my eyes. I bite down on my lower lip as the tears run down my face. He pulls me into a hug and I cry into his chest. He smells good, like Axe I think. He strokes my back gently. I look up at him, his eyes are watering too. "Why are you the one crying?" I ask him. He lets out a laugh but shakes his head. I don't think I caught the joke.

I wonder when did he become so...human? I remember clearly when we were kids he was one of no feelings or remorse and burned kids' faces off for fun. Over the years, when I did become his friend, he started to become more human...maybe the human part of him kicked in. Either way, he's never this kind before...and I don't ever recall even now that he's been this kind. Is he only like this with people he can confide in or what?

"Pepito...was there something before...that I can't remember?" I ask him. He stiffens a bit, like I shouldn't of asked. "You didn't want to remember..." he said. What did I not want to remember? "What?" I ask stupidly. "You asked me to help you forget...you forgot everything about...us..." he croaked. So I was right, we were more than friends, we were together? I wipe his blacken tears (from the eyeliner) from his face. He rested his hand on mine, telling me not to take my hand off of his face.

He looks different from when he was a kid. He doesn't have a pig nose or green skin. His skin is now a sickly yellow tint, like he's been inside for years with no sun. His eyes are softer than before. His piercings are interesting but I'm so drawn to those eyes. He places his other hand under my chin. He places his thumb right on the front of my chin, butterflies flutter in my stomach. We're so close, we're so alone. I have never felt this anxiety with Britany...or Shmee in that case.

Then he pulled me into a kiss...

His lips are so warm and soft...they're so good against my own. He pulls back with some red against his cheeks. I let out a little chuckle. He looks away from embarrassment I guess. The butterflies are still fluttering in my stomach. I feel such a rush of adrenaline in my body that it's pressuring my body. My heart is ramming my chest. "I...I'm sorry..." he let out softly. He gives me an apologetic smile. I shake my head and I put my arms around his neck. "Don't be..." I whispered. His eyes brighten and I give him a smile. He pulls me closer, our chests touching. Space between us vanished as he pulls in for another kiss.

We're gentle at first and then he starts slipping in his tongue. I open my mouth more as his sweet tongue explores my mouth. I wrap my tongue with his, trying to taste everything. At first he's gentle but he begins kissing more passionetely. He places his hands on my waist. We start a sequence of kisses, some just pecks and others passionete.

He starts kissing my neck and I gasp in satisfaction. He, at first, starts kissing it but then starts nipping quick little bites. I gasp in pleasure as he sucks on my collarbone, one of my weakness. I pull him up and I dive into his mouth. He is a pro at this, I don't mind that. I start kissing his neck and sucking on the collarbone. I must of hit a point because he let out a moan. He digs his nails into me as I continue to suck on his neck. I wince a bit, they aren't dull...I can tell you that.

We break for a bit and look at eachother. He looks relieved, like he's been waiting for this moment to come. I feel the same way. He wanted this maybe more than me. "I have to get something...I'll be back..." he says softly, he looks like he doesn't want to leave. I nodded a yes and he got up. I layed down on his bed and stretched. He came back in shortly and gave me a photo. "What is this?" I ask him. He didn't say anything so I looked at it. The picture shows two boys laying in the cool spring grass, one gazing into the night sky and one with a daze look. They look so perfect...

"It's...us..."

He nodded and he sat down near me. I lay motionless on the bed as I stare at the photo some more. He lays down next to me and he scoots close to me. I can feel his hot breath against my neck. "So, this is proof we were together afterall...but why can't I remember?" I ask him. I look over and he looks away; he bites down on his lower lip. "Is it...bad?" I ask him in more of a hushed tone. "Yes..." he replied, "Please, not now...I want you- us to be happy for a bit...please?" he pleads. I look at him with sympathy and confusion. Is it so bad that I cannot know? "Okay..." I replied to the AntiChrist.

I place my lips on his and we stayed like that for some time. We started another sequence of passionete kisses. He climbs on top of me and starts kissing my neck. His body weight pushes me into the bed as he bites harder. I moan in pleasure, wishing this not to end.

Then again, everything good must come to a close...

About an hour later he drove me home...well actually an hour and fifteen minutes to get in the building. I walk in with the lights off. Strange...I remember them being on when I...left. I walk upstairs to my room and throw myself on my bed. The events of the day keep running through my brain and I cannot feel one set emotion. I am upset and happy at the same time. I hear a creak and I shoot up from my spot. It's blindingly dark...if that be a word. "Who's there?" I ask stupidly into the dark.

"Hello Todd..."

I look to see two dark brown eyes glinting in the dark. "Who are you?" I ask the stranger. It takes a step forward. "St-stay back!" I yell at the thing. It lets out a horrible cackle. The thing comes closer until our faces are inches apart. "Boo..." it said in a cold and cruel voice. The light comes on in the room and I can see the stranger's face. It's obviously a boy. He looks like he's has bloodlines of the Lower Mediterrainian or Armenian with his dark features. He has dark tan or olive tint in his skin and has dark brown eyes. His hair is a silky black and it's to his shoulders. He has a built to him, you can tell he's worked out. He is handsome...like you see in a movie but never in real life.

"Who are you?" I ask the man. He lets out another chuckle. "It's me, Todd. You best buddy in the whole wide world, Shmee..." he says in a creepy tone. I feel my body go deathly cold. "Stay back!" I scream at the man. He lets out another cackle as he pushes me onto the bed. I pull myself into a corner, like a small scared animal. "Even only a year of nightmares I have enough energy to become...real." he tells me. Real...then what happened to Brittany? Is she dead, is she alive? "See, the sex is what keeps me going but the nightmares is what really counts..." he lets out another laugh and comes closer.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whimper. He grazes his finger across my cheek. His touch is so cold. "Orders, my dead little Todd, I'm only following orders..." he sneers. He pushes his hands against my shoulders. "My master does not want you to be near that accursed half breed demon. You're way too special to be near him...so the deal is that I get you if I can keep you away from him..." he gives me a sadistic smile. I let out a yell as he presses his hands harder into my shoulders. I try to get up but he's too strong. "Who are you working for?" I ask him. "That's none of your concern my little Squee Gee..." he replied.

"You're so perfect, Todd. The End is near, you know. You're a key to this battle and anyone would want you on their side..." What is he talking about? What battle and what about the End? "I have no idea what you're talking about..." I tell him. "Oh, you're little demon eye candy didn't tell you? What a pity..." he sneers. Is this what Pepito didn't want to tell me?

"The End of the World will happen in a couple of days...on the half breed's eighteenth birthday. Heaven and Hell will battle on Earth and the Devil's children will fight for power. According to the prophesy, there will be the taboo and the Grail. The taboo refers to a mix of angel and demon and the Grail refers to the Holiest human on this rock, the descendent of The Rose. Heaven and Hell want at least one of these two on their side, preferably both. The taboo is on Hell's side and the Rose hasn't been found...until of course seventeen years ago."

He grazes his finger against my cheek again and gives me a smile. "You're the Rose, my darling...and I've kept you away from heaven's guardian angels with those nightmares. Wonder why you have no faith, because I prevented you..." I feel so dizzy, this is too much to handle. "You will co-operate..." he threatened. I narrow my eyes in anger. "Why should I?" I hiss. "Well, if you want your eye candy to stay safe...not to mention that girl with his child...you will co-operate." he warned. Oh no...what the hell am I going to do? "That also means I get to do what I want to do...and I need energy..." he starts straddling my hips.

Please God...no!

End of Chapter 13

HDM: A little longer than expected, but what can I say it was a 2:00 AM creative spurge

Fishbone: So, what just happen here? What is The Rose and why is Shmee doing this? Will this all connect in the end without confusing us? .;

HDM: All in do time my little minion! And for the rest of the readers, review please! (.)\m/