8

The rest of the day you spent with Bunny, the day was full of playful banter and showing off to each other. When night came, Bunny told you he'd have to go away tomorrow, and you'd go to Tooth's, she would be watching you since you said you wanted girl time with her and all. You layed down to sleep but when you realised that Bunny was going to watch you, it took a very long conversation until you finally settled down.

You woke with some weird feeling in your mouth. Your eyes met Tooth's but when you tried to speak it came out muffled in wrong sounding, unfinished syllables.

"Oh, sorry" Tooth cooned smiling as she removed her fingers from your mouth. "They're beautiful."

You chuckled at the minty feeling in your mouth and replied "you must tell everyone that."

"Well, its true." She giggled. Some little fairies surrounded her. "Ready to go? I've still got some teeth to pick up, you wanna come along?"

It wasn't like you could say no, so you answered "Yeah, where to?"

She gave a small smile "Raven Port."

Your face went blank. You hadn't been home since Jeffery and Annabell Wilmington of 1883. Maybe going back would be nice. You nodded and Tooth and the smaller fairies grabbed your arms and lifted you up and away. It was an amazing sight, seeing the ground so far below you, rushing away as you flew by. But soon enough, your feet touches the ground.

It looked very different, but pretty much the same. You realised you were in town square and in front of you, memories flashed by of your past life. Tooth flew off to go get the teeth and you followed jumping to the roofs and running after her and swung into a window to see Tooth smiling at the kid while grabbing the tooth replacing it with a quarter. She looked to you and you both moved quickly, collecting the teeth from the small town.

Once you collected them all you found yourself in the park, your eyes searched for it, the tree. Without thinking you moved to it, walking through the bushes to it. Your fingers tracing the carving.

"Sheila?" You jumped at the voice behind you.

"Bunny, what are you-" you turned to him, hand still on the curve of the carving.

"Scouting for places to hide eggs. More importantly what are you doing here?" He hurriedly said.

"Me and Tooth-" you started, but the look on Bunny's face told you that's not what he meant. You dropped your eyes, softening your whole composure. "This was where I used to live, and this." You stepped in front of the tree, aligning the curve with your back. Pulling your shirt up your stomach to reveal your heart scar over it, then moving aside and turning in a full circle, showing off the matching scar on your back and when you looked at him again you gave a small smile. "Is where I died."

You watched Bunny's brows furrow and the confusion build and collapse as he came to realisation of what you just said. "H-ho-" he began, but you weren't finished.

"I-I was murdered." You breathed a sad laugh "by the man I loved." You couldn't quite read Bunny's expression but you knew it had a touch of shock in it. "I became Cupid because, even now...I still love him, even though he didn't return the same love. Because my heart was one that couldn't hate but found forgiveness and love through every ounce of it."

Bunny was speechless, you could tell that he was shocked. Though he didn't show it on his face, he was still and his eyes had the same look as when you yourself was being carved into. Finally after many moments of silence he spoke with a low grumble "Why did you tell me this?"

"You asked" you reply was entirely what you thought but now maybe you had been hallucinating the look he gave you.

"No" he started sternly "I asked why you were here, not how you died. So why did you tell me?" He sounded, angry.

You looked deep within yourself to find this answer "I guess...hearing my explanation for why I still loved him, why I'm here, out loud made them seem to make more sense then the possibility that its all a lie when I say it in my head." Slowly explaining as you yourself was figuring this out as well.

Bunny had a hard look on his face as he motioned to the hole he just made. Well at least you got a bit of the freedom you wanted you decided as you jumped into the tunnel. As you slid down the green tunnel all you could think about is why Bunny would be mad at you for telling him your past.

You dreamed that night of old memories. You were dancing and laughing as the village square was lively, your friends all laughing along with you. Raven Port was a very poor and boring village but on nights like this, when there were festivals you fell in love with it all over again. The night sky was a beautiful milky purple, millions of stars to light up the night, it was the perfect setting for the perfect night.

You were beginning to worry though, you hadn't seen your bo at all that night, usually he would have come out and dance and laughed with you. But you continued to twirl around in your plain white, cream dress. All of your friends laughed and joked about the leather pants you wore underneath, you simply told them that you were a modest woman, unlike them. Then they joked about why a beautiful man like John would want to marry a "unsightly", orange haired, green eyed beast of a woman like you. There was more laughter as you began to return their jokes.

It was at least another hour of dancing when you spotted him, John, your lover, the man you knew you would marry and have a beautiful life with. He was skulking in the bushes buy an old birch tree that you both used to climb when you were little. Concerned you ran to him and when you got to him you were asking whether he was okay or not and he turned, grabbing you and slamming your body against the tree, you could tell that you would have a couple of bruises tomorrow. You didn't mind though, sure he had hurt you physically before as well, but those wounds healed, as would these.

"My little Val" he breathed, you could smell the alcohol thick on him and in his breath. "I've been looking for you everywhere" the last word was a hum against your neck where he was deeply inhaling your sent.

"I've been looking for you too" you said trying to keep your voice from shaking. There was a wet warm feeling on your neck.

"Hmm" he simply hummed as he continued to lick and kiss your neck. There was a tearing noise as you looked down at yourself, your entire skirt had been ripped off at uneven angles, your pants the only thing keeping the chill off of your legs now. "Wha- really again?" He chided as he noticed your pants. The real reason you wore them was so that you would have extra time to talk him out of doing anything when he got like this.

"Yeah, so maybe we shoul-" was all you got out before he cut you off.

"I know how to deal with this." He mused as he took a knife from his pocket and cut your right pant leg off into a short.

"Stop!" you demanded struggling against his strength. he then ripped both of the sleeves off of your dress as he kisses down to your collarbone.

"No" he simply protested, pulling the shirt of your no longer dress up, letting his hands wander around your pale skin, creeping upward towards your breasts.

"Stop, John!" You tried once more, but when he wouldn't you took a knee and brought it up sharply to his groan.

"Fuck!" He yelped as he began to sink to the ground. Then there was a plunging feeling that pushed all of the air from your lungs.

You didn't need to look down you already knew, the knife was hidden inside of you, above your belly button. John was beginning to pick himself up. "Great" he said sarcastically "now you're going to die" you let out a gasping sound as he dragged the knife down in a curved shape. You let your lungs fill with oxygen when removed the knife below your stomach. And again let it all out as he plunged it in again, pulling it down in a mirroring motion while saying "all because you wouldn't let me fuck you." pulling the knife out again and walking off saying more but you couldn't make out, all you could hear was the faint beating of your heart as it loosed the blood that it desperately needed.

"John" you gasped, you weren't mad at him. You still loved him, you kept telling yourself that it was your fault, you kneed him and while he was losing his balance, he punctured you. You watched as the red ran down the grooves of the bark as you thought of each of the people you loved in your last dying moments, the last person you thought of as you cast your gaze toward the moon, was John. And then everything went black.

Hey guys, sorry for taking so long, my computer sorta broke, but i got a new one so yeah. Oh and did you guys like her little back story? Review and tell me what you think, i also need some suggestions of what to do next...so tell me what you think! P.S. Thank you everyone for reading, we have now broken 1,000 readers and im freaking out! Thanks so much for all of your support, love you all. 3