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A Stargate Halloween
Chapter 7
Ronon sat on the edge of his bed, long legs dangling off as his back rested comfortably against the seemingly endless mountain of pillows behind him, their plush and velvety smooth texture relaxing him as he desperately strained to keep his eyes open. His jacket had been thrown on the floor and his boots were scattered in two different directions. He was tired and hungry and just wanted to go home.
As his eyes fluttered shut for their umpteenth time, he heard something, something very quiet, almost intangible. His eyes flew open wide and his neck jolted upright as he searched the room, although he felt quite certain it had been only imagined.
"Ro-non..."
An eerie version of his name danced across the air, almost whispered as a song, and as his eyes searched and rested on the source of the voice, he jumped from the bed and flattened himself against the nearest wall, fear and disbelief clogging in his throat.
Across the room was a portrait, unmistakably, the very same portrait that he had examined upon entering the magnificent house, with the woman in white staring sadly out her darkened window, except this version was slightly brighter, more vivid. And the woman was not only facing him for certain this time, but she was moving, moving towards him. He watched with his breath held as her fingers gently prodded themselves outside the boundaries of the picture and wrapped themselves against the aging golden frame.
He felt stunned and did nothing except stare with a horrified expression as she climbed slowly out of the picture until she was standing there in the center of his room, her outline slightly flickering like an old lightbulb about to fail.
She called his name again and walked unsteadily towards him as he pressed himself harder against the wall as he stared at her in awe. Her face was beautiful and yet still textured as though she remained inside the painting. She reached out a ghostly white arm towards him and her staggered steps quickened as she spoke.
"Ronon, I'm so lonely. Will you hold me? I'm so cold..."
She was practically upon him, the tips of her flickering fingers grazing his chin, their coldness unmistakable and clammy to the touch."I-I...," Ronon stuttered, unsure of what action to take.
She wrapped her arms around him and he felt a great chill streak down his spine as he looked deep into her deadened, pleading black eyes.
"Be with me, Ronon. Be with me forever...," were her words as she brought her pale mouth up to meet his. He did not resist at first, only still petrified and wondered if he was imagining the whole thing, before he realized somehow she had dragged him soundlessly across the entire stretch of the room.
He felt strange and opened his eyes. A blur of brown and gray was clouding his thoughts and he turned his head away from her, confused. He tried to move and felt her clammy hands wrapped tightly around his arms, they were strong and her fingers felt like sharp ice pressing deep against his warm skin.
He caught sight of the bed out of the corner of his eye and finally realized where she had brought him and what was happening. She was dragging him into the painting with her. He tried to scream and yanked with all his Satedan might, but the force behind the painting and the desperation in her eyes were stronger than any power he could muster, and all he could do was continue to struggle before he was completely sucked in.