Staring at all of the others, Royce's eyes were filled with a mixture
of feelings-defeat-love-anguish-pain-confusion-anger. But most of all,
there was triumph.
"We have to save her!" He cried. "I'm not going to let that sick fuck take away what has always been mine! She belongs to ME and he can't have her!" He swung his bat and hit a baby pine tree. The tree broke in half as if it were just soft fudge and the top half fell to the ground.
"You cannot treat your love as if she were a mere possession, boy. She is not a prize, but your love. We will be behind you in saving her, but you shall not think of her as an object... A belonging of yours," Isabella said to Royce. This was the kindest she had ever been to him. Royce was somewhat thankful because he knew that he was undeserving. However, he was too busy being enraged to really bother with any other feelings.
"Where do you think he would've taken her?" Dana asked the others. She figured that he would've taken her somewhere nearby, so she looked at Royce when she asked.
"I don't know," Royce replied. "The police station is the only building I know of that's still standing."
"Follow the doggy!" Billy cried out from behind them all. They turned around to see what he was carrying on about and saw that Ryan seemed to have a lead.
Just as Billy had said, he resembled a dog with his nose to the ground, crawling around on all fours. He seemed to have found the scent of something familiar and he followed it to wherever it was leading him. While he followed this, the others began to follow him. Suddenly the Jackal stood up and began to laugh in his sick, sadistic manner.
"What? What the fuck is it, Ryan?" Breaker asked impatiently.
"We're getting warmer! Warmer we're getting! I can smell her! He dragged her-on the ground! I can smell more! More whores! Bitches for me to fuck and mutilate. Whores for me to make them ashamed!" Ryan cackled. Once again, he got down on all fours and began to sniff the ground as he continued to giggle uncontrollably. Royce's rage was apparent as a fire ignited in his eyes and his pace quickened.
"That fucking asshole is going to pay for this shit. No one drags Rayne on the ground. I'm going to fucking kill him. I'm going to fucking fuck him up. He'll wish he'd never fucked with these vengeful spirits," Royce spat under his breath. He saw Margaret at his side and saw the disappointment in her eyes. He looked up to see that Harold was glaring at him.
"I know, I know, Harold," Margaret crooned to her son. "He's a bad, bad young man with a horrible mouth. But he's angry, dear. It's okay. I'm sorry to expose you to such language." She petted her son's arm reassuringly and then shook her head disapprovingly at Royce. In response, Royce quickly moved up to the front of the group right behind the Jackal and continued to follow.
~*~*~
Rayne felt the wings of Beezelbuth on her face and arms and the ground beneath her. One of his hands covered her mouth and the other held her feet and dragged her along. The Master noticed that she was watching him and peered down at her with superiority.
"If you don't scream or beg for help, I'll uncover your mouth, bitch," He said coldly. She remembered him being her master not long ago. He'd never been this cold to her, except when he'd threatened to kill her because she'd bothered with Royce. But that hadn't been her. Inside that body like that, she'd had no control. She could only watch as the darkness made decisions and tormented her love right in front of her. In response to the Master, she nodded and he uncovered her mouth.
"Thank you," she gasped. "Why are you taking me? Where are you taking me?" At these questions, a look of amusement came upon his face.
"I'm taking you to the equipment shed, of course," Beezelbuth replied. Rayne looked at him in horror. She didn't know what he was going to do, but she was positive it wasn't going to be good. She'd heard of some of things he'd done in the equipment shed for baseball. She'd seen many things as well. She didn't want to remember any of the torments she'd had to watch as a vampire.
At one point those things had given her sick pleasure. Now she just knew that he was going to do something horrible to her and she was terrified.
"Why?" She dared to ask. Rayne feared the answer, but she was looking for a response.
"You'll see when we get there," was all that he said. There was a psychotic light in his eyes. It was an evil glow filled with mad pleasure and sadistic intentions. She shuddered as things began to come back to her.
He'd banished many souls to Hell dimensions. They would scream and cry out in pain and agony until their body would burst into flames and burn until they were nothing but ashes. They didn't have an option, either. He would tie them up in the middle of a large pentagram that he'd put on the floor many decades ago. He could summon bugs as well. That was a slow and painful process that she prayed was not for her. In life she'd been pure and a devout Catholic.
'Can't I be saved?' She thought. 'I don't want to be eaten to death by bugs. I'm terrified of them to begin with. The last thing I need is for them to be all over me, eating my body.'
"You have no body," Beezelbuth said, reading her thoughts. "The bugs can't eat you because they have nothing to eat. No... I have other plans for you." After that statement, he let go of her feet and continued walking. "Get up and follow me."
Rayne stood up and saw the equipment shed in front of her. It was navy blue, which was one of the old school colors. She quickly followed the Master into the shed, into the darkness.
~*~*~
The ghosts followed Ryan to the ruins of the high school. It wasn't a long walk, but to someone as anxious as Royce, it seemed to take forever. He'd quickly grown impatient and had almost been leading the group. He had an idea of where they might have been, but he didn't want to be wrong so he continued to follow the Jackal.
"Are we almost there Ryan?" Dana whined. "My feet hurt." The Jackal stood up and glared at her.
"Stop being such a pussy, whore. We're almost fucking there. Keep your damn mouth shut or I'll give you something to put in it to make you shut up!" He went into hysterics at his own innuendo. The ghosts saw that Royce had already begun without them. He knew what direction they were headed in. Obviously the bat creature and Rayne weren't in the ruins of the school so the only other possible place they could be was the shed.
Royce hurried over to the baseball field, positive that he was on the right track. He looked over his shoulder to see that the others were hurrying to catch up with him. In his gut, which was exposed to the breeze, a feeling of dread was forming and he began to run to his destination.
"They're in there!" Cried Susan from behind him. "I can feel it!"
When he reached the shed, Royce didn't wait for the others or listen to the warnings that Rayne screamed. Instead he burst inside and was greeted by the darkness.
~*~*~
Rayne whimpered as Beezelbuth roughly tied her hands behind her back with rope. He then did the same thing to her legs. Then she felt a thick leather strap go around her neck as she was tied down to a table.
"Please! I've done nothing!" She cried. Rayne was desperate and afraid as she imagined what was going to happen to her. Chills went through her soul as her fear increased and her mind wandered. She heard a deep, growled laugh come from the Master.
"Yes..." He whispered, stroking her hair roughly. "Make yourself afraid. Fear the worst... Let your mind wander and your heart rate increase. Soon your soul will be mine again and for eternity!" He shouted this at her and struck her face as he said the last part. Rayne cried out as the pain seared in her cheek and it began to sting. The tears fell from the corners of her eyes and down the sides of her face. They burned like acid as they fell and she didn't understand. She had no physical body and yet he could strike her and touch her and she could cry and feel. His hand returned to her hair.
"Oh Rayney... How I wish you weren't so obstinate. I admired your strength and your charisma. You were a creature of the night even before you realized it. You are a beautiful piece of artwork... the kind that cannot fall into the wrong hands or you will be ruined. You never realized your true potential. Darling, you were meant to be my queen for all of eternity. Together we would take over the world and slowly corrupt it until it was suitable for my mind to live upon it. Join me my love... it is your true destiny as I am your one true love," Beezelbuth persuaded.
"Fuck you!" Rayne spat in disgust. "Royce is going to get me out of here. My heart could NEVER belong to something as hideous as YOU! Ouch!" She cried as he struck her cheek again. It had already welted from the blow before that and now it stung and burned worse than any other pain she'd ever felt before.
"They have to be in here!" They heard Royce say from outside the door of the shed. Rayne's eyes filled with terror as she heard him coming closer.
"NO!!!!" She screamed. "Royce! NO!!!!" But it was all too late. Royce had already entered and the lights came on by magic.
Rayne watched in horror as Beezelbuth cast some sort of a spell in Royce and his body violently convulsed. Royce fell to the ground in a seizure as a gurgled cry escaped his lips.
"You bastard!" Rayne shouted at Beezelbuth. "You're going to fucking die!" With that, Rayne disappeared from where she'd been strapped to the table. Beezelbuth looked around in confusion as he heard the other ghosts approaching.
"Leave!" He cried, running toward the door to frighten away the others. He felt something-sharp slice into his back and he let out a horrible screech. He turned around to see Rayne with an axe raised over her head, preparing for the second blow. Her right cheek was welted and swollen considerably.
"If you strike me again, I'll be dead," He whispered weakly as he fell to his knees. "If I die then so will your lover. If you don't kill me then you will be my queen and he shall live. Either way, I win."
"Have it your way then," Rayne snarled as she swung the axe down open his skull. There was a wet cracking noise as she split both his skull and his brain in half. Half of his head fell away from his body and the other half remained attached.
Rayne looked up to see that all of the other ghosts were watching her in amazement.
"Wow!" Exclaimed Dana. "I've never seen so much rage before..." The others solemnly nodded. Rayne looked over to where Royce lay.
He was still there and he had stopped convulsing. She placed her hand softly on the side of his face and turned his head toward her. He was unconscious, but he was still breathing. A tear of relief fell from Rayne's eye as she relieved he was still with her. The tear fell onto Royce's cheek and made him flinch.
She stroked his cheek and his eyes fluttered open. Rayne smiled down at him as he slowly began to see clearly.
"You're still here," She whispered hoarsely and kissed him softly. "He said you would be gone. But you're not."
"No..." Royce said shakily. "I'll never leave you again."
"So I've kept your love and your life. How beautiful."
All of the ghosts gathered around the couple and watched as their love for each other exploded and was more real than ever. They'd forgiven each other and moved on from everything. He'd saved her and in the process, she'd saved him. It was all almost perfect...
~*~*~
AN: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter finished, but I hope you enjoy it. Please R & R.
"We have to save her!" He cried. "I'm not going to let that sick fuck take away what has always been mine! She belongs to ME and he can't have her!" He swung his bat and hit a baby pine tree. The tree broke in half as if it were just soft fudge and the top half fell to the ground.
"You cannot treat your love as if she were a mere possession, boy. She is not a prize, but your love. We will be behind you in saving her, but you shall not think of her as an object... A belonging of yours," Isabella said to Royce. This was the kindest she had ever been to him. Royce was somewhat thankful because he knew that he was undeserving. However, he was too busy being enraged to really bother with any other feelings.
"Where do you think he would've taken her?" Dana asked the others. She figured that he would've taken her somewhere nearby, so she looked at Royce when she asked.
"I don't know," Royce replied. "The police station is the only building I know of that's still standing."
"Follow the doggy!" Billy cried out from behind them all. They turned around to see what he was carrying on about and saw that Ryan seemed to have a lead.
Just as Billy had said, he resembled a dog with his nose to the ground, crawling around on all fours. He seemed to have found the scent of something familiar and he followed it to wherever it was leading him. While he followed this, the others began to follow him. Suddenly the Jackal stood up and began to laugh in his sick, sadistic manner.
"What? What the fuck is it, Ryan?" Breaker asked impatiently.
"We're getting warmer! Warmer we're getting! I can smell her! He dragged her-on the ground! I can smell more! More whores! Bitches for me to fuck and mutilate. Whores for me to make them ashamed!" Ryan cackled. Once again, he got down on all fours and began to sniff the ground as he continued to giggle uncontrollably. Royce's rage was apparent as a fire ignited in his eyes and his pace quickened.
"That fucking asshole is going to pay for this shit. No one drags Rayne on the ground. I'm going to fucking kill him. I'm going to fucking fuck him up. He'll wish he'd never fucked with these vengeful spirits," Royce spat under his breath. He saw Margaret at his side and saw the disappointment in her eyes. He looked up to see that Harold was glaring at him.
"I know, I know, Harold," Margaret crooned to her son. "He's a bad, bad young man with a horrible mouth. But he's angry, dear. It's okay. I'm sorry to expose you to such language." She petted her son's arm reassuringly and then shook her head disapprovingly at Royce. In response, Royce quickly moved up to the front of the group right behind the Jackal and continued to follow.
~*~*~
Rayne felt the wings of Beezelbuth on her face and arms and the ground beneath her. One of his hands covered her mouth and the other held her feet and dragged her along. The Master noticed that she was watching him and peered down at her with superiority.
"If you don't scream or beg for help, I'll uncover your mouth, bitch," He said coldly. She remembered him being her master not long ago. He'd never been this cold to her, except when he'd threatened to kill her because she'd bothered with Royce. But that hadn't been her. Inside that body like that, she'd had no control. She could only watch as the darkness made decisions and tormented her love right in front of her. In response to the Master, she nodded and he uncovered her mouth.
"Thank you," she gasped. "Why are you taking me? Where are you taking me?" At these questions, a look of amusement came upon his face.
"I'm taking you to the equipment shed, of course," Beezelbuth replied. Rayne looked at him in horror. She didn't know what he was going to do, but she was positive it wasn't going to be good. She'd heard of some of things he'd done in the equipment shed for baseball. She'd seen many things as well. She didn't want to remember any of the torments she'd had to watch as a vampire.
At one point those things had given her sick pleasure. Now she just knew that he was going to do something horrible to her and she was terrified.
"Why?" She dared to ask. Rayne feared the answer, but she was looking for a response.
"You'll see when we get there," was all that he said. There was a psychotic light in his eyes. It was an evil glow filled with mad pleasure and sadistic intentions. She shuddered as things began to come back to her.
He'd banished many souls to Hell dimensions. They would scream and cry out in pain and agony until their body would burst into flames and burn until they were nothing but ashes. They didn't have an option, either. He would tie them up in the middle of a large pentagram that he'd put on the floor many decades ago. He could summon bugs as well. That was a slow and painful process that she prayed was not for her. In life she'd been pure and a devout Catholic.
'Can't I be saved?' She thought. 'I don't want to be eaten to death by bugs. I'm terrified of them to begin with. The last thing I need is for them to be all over me, eating my body.'
"You have no body," Beezelbuth said, reading her thoughts. "The bugs can't eat you because they have nothing to eat. No... I have other plans for you." After that statement, he let go of her feet and continued walking. "Get up and follow me."
Rayne stood up and saw the equipment shed in front of her. It was navy blue, which was one of the old school colors. She quickly followed the Master into the shed, into the darkness.
~*~*~
The ghosts followed Ryan to the ruins of the high school. It wasn't a long walk, but to someone as anxious as Royce, it seemed to take forever. He'd quickly grown impatient and had almost been leading the group. He had an idea of where they might have been, but he didn't want to be wrong so he continued to follow the Jackal.
"Are we almost there Ryan?" Dana whined. "My feet hurt." The Jackal stood up and glared at her.
"Stop being such a pussy, whore. We're almost fucking there. Keep your damn mouth shut or I'll give you something to put in it to make you shut up!" He went into hysterics at his own innuendo. The ghosts saw that Royce had already begun without them. He knew what direction they were headed in. Obviously the bat creature and Rayne weren't in the ruins of the school so the only other possible place they could be was the shed.
Royce hurried over to the baseball field, positive that he was on the right track. He looked over his shoulder to see that the others were hurrying to catch up with him. In his gut, which was exposed to the breeze, a feeling of dread was forming and he began to run to his destination.
"They're in there!" Cried Susan from behind him. "I can feel it!"
When he reached the shed, Royce didn't wait for the others or listen to the warnings that Rayne screamed. Instead he burst inside and was greeted by the darkness.
~*~*~
Rayne whimpered as Beezelbuth roughly tied her hands behind her back with rope. He then did the same thing to her legs. Then she felt a thick leather strap go around her neck as she was tied down to a table.
"Please! I've done nothing!" She cried. Rayne was desperate and afraid as she imagined what was going to happen to her. Chills went through her soul as her fear increased and her mind wandered. She heard a deep, growled laugh come from the Master.
"Yes..." He whispered, stroking her hair roughly. "Make yourself afraid. Fear the worst... Let your mind wander and your heart rate increase. Soon your soul will be mine again and for eternity!" He shouted this at her and struck her face as he said the last part. Rayne cried out as the pain seared in her cheek and it began to sting. The tears fell from the corners of her eyes and down the sides of her face. They burned like acid as they fell and she didn't understand. She had no physical body and yet he could strike her and touch her and she could cry and feel. His hand returned to her hair.
"Oh Rayney... How I wish you weren't so obstinate. I admired your strength and your charisma. You were a creature of the night even before you realized it. You are a beautiful piece of artwork... the kind that cannot fall into the wrong hands or you will be ruined. You never realized your true potential. Darling, you were meant to be my queen for all of eternity. Together we would take over the world and slowly corrupt it until it was suitable for my mind to live upon it. Join me my love... it is your true destiny as I am your one true love," Beezelbuth persuaded.
"Fuck you!" Rayne spat in disgust. "Royce is going to get me out of here. My heart could NEVER belong to something as hideous as YOU! Ouch!" She cried as he struck her cheek again. It had already welted from the blow before that and now it stung and burned worse than any other pain she'd ever felt before.
"They have to be in here!" They heard Royce say from outside the door of the shed. Rayne's eyes filled with terror as she heard him coming closer.
"NO!!!!" She screamed. "Royce! NO!!!!" But it was all too late. Royce had already entered and the lights came on by magic.
Rayne watched in horror as Beezelbuth cast some sort of a spell in Royce and his body violently convulsed. Royce fell to the ground in a seizure as a gurgled cry escaped his lips.
"You bastard!" Rayne shouted at Beezelbuth. "You're going to fucking die!" With that, Rayne disappeared from where she'd been strapped to the table. Beezelbuth looked around in confusion as he heard the other ghosts approaching.
"Leave!" He cried, running toward the door to frighten away the others. He felt something-sharp slice into his back and he let out a horrible screech. He turned around to see Rayne with an axe raised over her head, preparing for the second blow. Her right cheek was welted and swollen considerably.
"If you strike me again, I'll be dead," He whispered weakly as he fell to his knees. "If I die then so will your lover. If you don't kill me then you will be my queen and he shall live. Either way, I win."
"Have it your way then," Rayne snarled as she swung the axe down open his skull. There was a wet cracking noise as she split both his skull and his brain in half. Half of his head fell away from his body and the other half remained attached.
Rayne looked up to see that all of the other ghosts were watching her in amazement.
"Wow!" Exclaimed Dana. "I've never seen so much rage before..." The others solemnly nodded. Rayne looked over to where Royce lay.
He was still there and he had stopped convulsing. She placed her hand softly on the side of his face and turned his head toward her. He was unconscious, but he was still breathing. A tear of relief fell from Rayne's eye as she relieved he was still with her. The tear fell onto Royce's cheek and made him flinch.
She stroked his cheek and his eyes fluttered open. Rayne smiled down at him as he slowly began to see clearly.
"You're still here," She whispered hoarsely and kissed him softly. "He said you would be gone. But you're not."
"No..." Royce said shakily. "I'll never leave you again."
"So I've kept your love and your life. How beautiful."
All of the ghosts gathered around the couple and watched as their love for each other exploded and was more real than ever. They'd forgiven each other and moved on from everything. He'd saved her and in the process, she'd saved him. It was all almost perfect...
~*~*~
AN: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter finished, but I hope you enjoy it. Please R & R.