Chapter 7: He Returns
*This chapter, well I feel is very important and will explain a lot with the plot and blah blah blah. As usual this will have some cursing and definitely sexual themes. There is also a twist in the line of who likes who as you will see so please no hate comments*
I sat on a wooden bench off to the left side of the cabin by the hearth. The sound of fire crackling and the crickets chirping filled in the silent gaps in the night air. Although quite small, the cabin held a small kitchen with a single stove and sink tainted with the same oak coloring as the rest of the house. A bathroom door, much lighter than the rest of the colors stood out to the upper right corner next to the bedroom door. There is no light except from the hearth and an occasional candle he spread about the house.
'I should not have dragged him into this again.' I sighed, eyeing the sleeping Avery on the ground beside my bare toes. My mind raced back to the events earlier in the day.
"I need your help." I stated, staring directly at the only person on this island who knew about my predicament. Basil stood in the doorway of his dark wood cabin, brushing the sleep from his aquamarine eyes. Once he came to, his eyes instantly widened.
"Jinx? Is that really you? How are you my dear it has been ages!" His good natured voice, thick with the sweetest syrup of honey just like I remembered him. "And boy it must be a horrible predicament if you are at my door with that scowl. Please do come in."
I tilted my head down, following in Basil's steps in. He instantly ran to the hearth, creating a fire where the embers danced in sync. Basil ran into the kitchen, starting something up on the stove, then proceeding to run into what looked like a bedroom for something. A blue sheet ghost returned from the room, unwrapping itself to rest on me.
"Now tell me what is happening." I explained the whole predicament to Basil, leaving out small personal details about the islanders. He sat, his safari top scrunched against his figure which leaned forward on his clasped hands. Without looking at his face, I could tell he was absorbing every word I threw at him, processing and deciding just as quickly. When the tale finished spinning, Basil remained still, only getting up when the teapot on the stove whistled to life.
"Well young blood that is a lot for a supposed new start. Did you drop all ties with that place long ago?" I nodded my head yes.
"Did you burn all your clothing or personal possessions that he could use to track you." Again, as painful as it was, I nodded yes. Basil was about to ask another question when the front door slammed open, revealing a man holding a fishing rod and a bucket of his catches.
"Hey Basil! I did good today so make good use of all the fish in today's meal!" The man's deep, earthy tone echoed loudly, causing a slight pain to race through my head. Although a tad bit loud, the man dressed in a robin hood looking outfit minus the hat and it is blue. He has dark chestnut hair pinned up by a hairband at the back of his head. A few strands of hair stuck out at the front of his head, framing a dark sea within his eyes.
"Whose the chick?" He pointed a tanned finger in my direction, placing his pole in its proper holding place.
"Ray dear, this is my best friend I tell you about. Jinx, this is my partner Ray. Ray this is Jinx." Ray came over, getting a little too close into my personal space as he observed if I was a threat. Yes I had known Basil is gay and regardless of his decision on a partner I did not care, but being stared down under a microscope was definitely uncomfortable.
"Welcome to our abode Jinx. As Basil had said, my name is Ray. I am a fisherman in these parts, but I only catch what I need that day. Nothing goes to waste in this house." I let out a sigh of relief that resided within my throat. Ray walked towards Basil, giving him a slight peck on the cheek and then proceeded into the bathroom. Basil and I stared at each other, not knowing when it was safe to speak until the faucet sprung to life in the bathroom. Within two seconds, Basil was at my side, tea cup filled with hot chocolate in one hand and a haunting gaze.
"I know I have to make this quick before Ray gets out. You are not safe on this island anymore Jinx. It is apparent he caught wind of your departure and location. More than likely your new house could be bugged or the dog or an islander. If I were you, I would leave now before he can pinpoint an exact location and appear." He grasped my hands, slipping the heated mug into the center, clasping our hands together.
"Please do not let him get to you this time. It was hard to feel the first time and will be harder the second time around."
"At least I am not so naive or with him," I grumbled sadly, cursing my younger self for falling for the lies. Basil shook his shaggy head, getting up as the shower water turned off. He went right into the kitchen and began hacking apart the newly caught fish. The room filled with the sound of a blade hitting the wood, smashing and cracking at it in some attempt to break it. A silent 'thud' from the parts of the fish falling soon followed after. His eyes never strayed from the blood, but the way his hand shook told another story. He was afraid for me. Afraid I would have the same events repeat in the timeline. Afraid I will be taken away from him just like the time before. I am Basil's only friend he considers family. To have lost me a first time scarred him. To lose me a second time would be devastating.
"You can spend as many nights as you want. I can even go to town hall to make arrangements for you to live here if you want." I shook my head. placing the cooled cup next to me.
"I cannot impose like that Basil. I will return tomorrow and I will keep you updated." He grunted bitterly, shaking his head back and forth with her decision.
And that ladies and gentleman brings us to the current predicament of what to do next. Basil obviously dejected the idea of heading home, but it was my home on the island. He along with Ray retired early to do what I do not really want to know. Sleeping hopefully. Which leaves myself awake at the stroke of midnight, watching the flames dance and jump.
"What to do..." I breathed, huffing out a breath of bitter defeat. On the one hand, I could continue to run, hopefully drop off the creep somewhere. On the other, I continue to live here and risk getting kidnapped again. Decisions, decisions. Life free or life encaged?
'You could always stay and fight for your man~'
'Gah! You again?! I thought I got rid of you in Chapter six!'
'I told you I would return! Anyway, why I am here is besides the point! Your time draws near to make a choice.'
I cocked my head to the side. A choice already had to be made? 'But it has only been a day!'
The voice 'tsked' in my head, shaking their head back and forth.
'No, it has been more than just a day. Think of the events, how they add up. They are not mere coincidence as you try to pass them off as. Think my child, your life will be in danger if you do not keep wits ends.'
'Wait! Who are you?' I could feel the voice smiling in my head, fading off into the darkness of the hold.
'I am someone, yet I am no one.'
"What the fuck do you mean no one?!" I growled, flinging the forgotten mug across the small gap. A sharp corner sliced a small paper cut scratch down my index finger before clanging loudly against the floor. Avery perked up, barking loudly at the sudden noise.
"Avery shush!" The pup quieted instantly, looking up with a hazed look and then fell back into his abyss of sleep. Rusted air hit my nose instantly, creating a dry patch within my throat. The small minor edge cut welded crimson to the surface relatively quickly to a point it began circling down towards gravity.
"Great," I sighed, licking up the flowing river of life. Rust with a pungent sweetness caressed my tongue with its familiar craving. Somewhere within my mind, the need to feel more than just a drop of life was needed. The air is thick with the same rusted sweet scent, darkening further and further into a red sea. I shook my mind away from the terror filled thoughts, wiping the screen of red away. After the incident, there was a hunger. A need to consume the red source of life until the painful dryness went away. Until the euphoria returned of a hunt well done. Just thinking about it now, how thick and lush it feels against my taste buds. To relish in the tormented screams of my victims or the pleasant moans of the aroused men.
"Jinx!" Basil hissed concerned and annoyed. He came into center view, the only thing showing is his face. "Come on young blood you cut this habit long ago do not start again!" I snapped back to reality, feeling disgusted with myself for over coming with blood lust. My tongue traced a path along the inner sanctum of my teeth and sure enough, two fangs prodded the gums. This also meant my eyes are glowing their molten mocha brown, nearly pitch black like the night sky.
"Sorry.." The fangs retracted into their hole within my mouth, returning my teeth to normal. Unfortunately the eyes will remain like this for at least another hour, maybe more if I am that unfortunate. Basil sighed, mushing what sleep he could away from his eyes.
"Just remember, that craving will go away so long as you do not think about it." He sauntered off to bed room, letting out an approval grunt before slamming the door. If it had not been for the pants he was wearing, I would have assumed I interrupted sex time. Not saying I have before...well yeah I kind of did but it was one time and I was curious to see how gay guys got it on. Don't judge me.
Just as I began to lay down, attempting to let sleep encase me, a deep moan emerged from the bedroom. Something continued to hit the wall, most likely creating an indent. My face fused up with heat at the jinx I caused myself.
"Ah! Ray! Please sto..ahhh!" Okayyy...time for me to sleep outside. I glanced at the sleeping dog, finding him undisturbed by the sexual things going on in there.
"Sorry Basil," I murmured, hiding my face within my hands as Basil screamed something about not using a whip. Definitely my cue to leave. The night sky embraced all around, creating a ballet of shadows. Critters scurried about, not minding the new creature added to their domain. The only source of light reflected off the dark pond; a white full circle dead center of it.
'Now where do I go?' It was way too obvious Basil's house is out of the question. Joe would not mind me, but Kurt did not like me in the slightest. Alex would probably wonder why I showed up to his domain...again so he was out. That left only one person: Blue. Blue seemed like a general person who would care for me if he went to the trouble of near death by cold. On the other hand, he seemed uncomfortable with me in his presence. Only one place remained, a last resort I would eventually would have had to face.
Home seemed so close by, radiating a dark aurora of fear. I pressed my hand against the wood, watching it swing open easily as if it was day one once again. Shadows of images haunted the darkest corners of the room, not even a speck of light could penetrate the darkness.
"Home sweet home," I murmured, dropping head first onto the small bed so foreign to me. His voice entered my head, haunting and laughing at my expense.
'Why so relieved my deal angel?'
'Go away Daaron. You no longer control me.'
'Oh come now dear, you know you still love me.'
'After locking me up and torturing me for all those years?! Are you fucking daft man?!'
Daaron chuckled, sending an unwelcome chill down my spine. His cold breath seemed to wash over the nape of my neck.
'Would you like a reminder of how good I treat you angel?' Something in my mind clicked, sending a sensual wave throughout my body, aimed for my core. I gasped out a breath, feeling the heat overtake my mind and body. There is urge to rip the barrier of close off in order to stand fully naked, erect and ready. My chest tightened in anticipation, the buds standing hard and erect. Underwear, which I was not fully aware of until they became increasingly tight dampened quickly to a point of almost a liquid puddle.
'That is right my little angel. Let me help you put out the flame. You know you want it.'
A pant escaped my lips, moaning at the offer as well as the growing need. Just one touch. Just one to soothe the ache. A hand, a kiss, a tongue, anything...
I snapped back from the heated daze, growling at Daaron's voice and manipulation.
'In time my angel, you will come back to me.' His voice vanished into the night air, leaving it heated with my desire. I felt naked, although my clothes remained on and vulnerable. I swore before I came here not to let him control me, but here I am, letting him manipulate my thoughts and my body.
"Now what do I do?" I mumbled, feeling the urge beating at the barrier of my mind. I scanned the dark room, ensuring no one was around to see what I was about to do. The clothes fell to the floor, a bra and underwear joining the bunch. A soft cool breeze blew in from the gaps around the house, sending a pleasant chill up my bare back. My hand moved up, a slow sensual and temping dance across the pale field, stopping to the mound of swollen flesh. Then, it squeezed.
.(oxo).
A loud rapping, almost to the point of tearing down the small door rang in my ears, awaking my body from the needed rest. Last night, although a single round did the trick to ease off the nerves despite being brought up by them in the first place.
"Coming," I yawned, wrapping the white sheet around my naked frame. It did not cover much, but it was suitable for now.
Upon answering the door, it was the last person I had expected to see. His hat is missing, uncovering his beady crystal blue eyes.
"Jamie?" I yawned again, shifting a little more uncomfortably under the sheet. "What are you doing at my door?" Jamie scanned my body, a bright red blush covering his face. I glanced down, a deep blush rising to my face as well. The sheet, as I feared, did not cover anything and in fact clung to the sides of my frame. Every ridge, every curve, even my swollen breast shinned through in full colored detail. Jamie turned away, the blush still evident on his face.
"The mayor wanted me to remind you about the Flower Festival coming up in a few days. That is all." He spun on his heels, bolting in the opposite direction without a word more.
'At least no one else will see me like that,' I thought bitterly, biting my tongue to prevent a scream as Joe came sauntering over, glancing at the open door before making his way over.
"Hey Jinx! Do you have a moment?" Joe smiled a sun bright smile, unaware of the condition I was in. I hid behind the door, folding an arm over my chest in precaution. I gave the best convincing smile I could muster up.
"Hey Joe. Yeah what is up?" He glanced around, finally focusing on the sheet draped to the floor where my feet should be.
"Going as a ghost today are we?"
"Obviously." Joe chuckled, brushing the small beads of sweat from his forehead. Upon closer examination, he recently finished a job under the grueling sun, yet still remained smiling.
"I would like to invite you over again for dinner. Not for tonight of course. Possibly tomorrow if that is okay with you."
"You sure Kurt will not mind?" The last night of that fight flashed within my mind. Kurt was enraged at the fact I entered his domain. Definitely do not want that to happen again.
"Kurt actually suggested this." My jaw probably hit the floor and the sheet slid slightly down. Kurt actually suggested this? Not Joe? Not Woody but Kurt? Someone must be playing a prank on me. A fluke even. Maybe Kurt was sick from the time Joe went to find me in the rain? That is always a possibility...
Joe coughed, his gaze lingering on my cleavage area. It took all of two moments to realize what I had done. When the shocking news hit, the blanket slipped from my top, revealing the tops of my valleys hidden under it. A heated blush rose up, lighting every part of my body with the red trail. Joe stuttered a goodbye, stumbling over invisible objects towards his house. I slammed the door shut, not angering any more of the fates with my back talk.
Universe:2 Me:0
Fuck. My. Life.