A/N FINALLY! The last chapter to this fic that has been drawn out far too long. I apologize a thousand times to all readers that have waited for this. Funny thing is, I haven't even had writer's block. I've been writing a lot lately, but I practically forgot about my fanfiction. I've been writing a lot of original stuff. So, this piece here actually wasn't intended for this fic at all, but then I realized that I really liked it, and it totally worked. Also, since I wasn't writing it for fanfiction originally, it doesn't have a specific pairing. So apologies to all of you who were desperately awaiting my final pairing...but I'm leaving it up to you for this one. And I finally pronounce this story as complete. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but again, I wasn't writing it with this in mind. Perhaps someday I will go back and extend all the chapters of this story, since they all were particularly...succinct.
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
- Nine Inch Nails - "Closer"
That night was as good as any, even though the couch might have been a bad decision. My back was sore from the arm of the couch, did you not know that I was lying on it? Or did you like the flush of my cheeks when you realized I was in pain?
Maybe I did let you hug me and kiss the base of my neck. Maybe I didn't want you to stop. Maybe the goosebumps on my skin were really from my pleasure.
But too bad it wasn't love.
Lust is a terrible thing, really. It's what makes me keep coming back, every Friday night. I'm giving you a false sense of security, and you're giving me one too. But maybe I won't come next Friday, and what will you do then? Will you still want me, just as badly? Or will you turn me away the next time you see me?
We both know it isn't love.
We are very similar in many ways, perhaps the most intimate of ways. Like how fascinating blood seems to be. You are beautiful in life, imagine how beautiful you will be in death, when the blood stains your face. When your restless eyes are blank, and they fulfill my wishes to look me in the eye.
And even in death, when you are beautiful.
Even then it won't be love.
But at least there will be beauty, if nothing else.
So don't worry, I will be there next Friday. I will still be waiting on your doorstep. I'll be coming every Friday, until I can no longer control these darker desires of mine, and I finally bring my three sided, antique dagger to your house.
And somewhere amidst the thrashing of limbs, there will be a beautiful scream, and it won't be one of happiness. And horror will set across your face, transforming it in those last moments. It will be beautiful.
Too bad it wasn't love.
A/N So...? What did you think? I'm expanding my boundaries a little with this one, perhaps stepping into the realms of horror a little bit. And, to prompt everyone to review, if you do, I'll respond with a little treat...the pairing I had in mind when I thought about this.
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