Missing
Chapter Eight: Golden Voice
His eyelids puckered. An electric net of throbbing burned the skin and bones of his head. Blurry light stung his eyes, making him turn into his pillow. Mistake, that hurt way to damn much. But a pillow? Was this a bed he lay on? Sure enough, had to be; and he knew already it wasn't the bed in that god forsaken cave. Why did he hate a cave? Ah yes, he was a prisoner in the open.
It was all coming back to him now; the warden Vicky, his lessons with her, a pedophile being stoned to death, the beatings, Veronica crying in his arms, Veronica… was she still alive? He prayed she was; he wished she was. He didn't know if he could bear her death on his conscience too. And this pain all about his skull, he was dealt this on account of his worry for her well being. The more he came to, the more his head hurt.
There was a voice outside… outside of what? Outside of this room, he was in a room with the door closed. Laughter; that monster's fake laughter. Some other heavier door closing. Where was he? A hotel room? A house? An apartment? Had to be one of those. Fear of her entering this room as her foot fall came closer. His eye shutting in this fear. Relief when the steps died away. Was this dwelling her home? It smelt like her. Yes, had to be her bed. Damn this aching sensation, he couldn't think straight.
Last thing he remembered, what was it? Her hitting him, yes, and it was worse than ever before. What ever happened to her determination to be friends? Evil bitch of all lies. Stupid cunt who couldn't keep her promises. That last blow… yeah, it had to be a huge one, right into his temple. Tears. He hated how much he cried these days, some adult he was growing up to be.
The handle on the door was turning; he was starting to become more coordinated. She was in the room now, he was aware of it. Soon she stood before him, but he couldn't be bothered to look up into her just now, the pain was too much. Ah, but she knelt beside the bed to do the task for him. What a feature her face was.
"How's your head?" same cold voice, though worried at least a little.
"Hurts," was all he could commit. Timmy really didn't want to be talking to her.
"I…" she sighed and looked off to the side, "I bet…" when Timmy didn't say anything she returned to his gaze, "I want you to believe me when I say that I… that I didn't intend for it to happen."
The boy closed his eyes; he couldn't bear looking at her.
Probably taking his silence as attentiveness, Vicky went on, "It's just no one has ever spoken to me like that before. I lost control; I didn't plan on it to go so wrong. Maybe only a swat or two; but once I started I just couldn't help myself. And then the next thing I knew I had kicked your head and broke my window. Damn it! I wanted today to be a good day! No fighting, no arguing, just some lessons, our very last ones, and then some shopping and I treating you for your birthday. Believe me, Timmy," he felt her cold fingers encase his own, god damn how he hated the shivers it gave him.
"Is that supposed to be some sort of excuse?" Timmy mouthed bitterly, voice on the verge of crumbling apart.
Vicky made an uncomfortable little sound before answering him, "No… no it's not an excuse, hell I don't even have one to be honest," Timmy was surprised by this answer, but kept quiet all the same, "It's just what happened, nothing more and nothing less. I'm… I'm not proud of it, Timmy," her thumb began caressing his limp hand lovingly, no, more pleadingly than with love. He wanted nothing of it though.
"Where am I?" he posed with out care for her untrustworthy concern.
"My apartment, middle of the city," she revealed with a slight exasperation, "Timmy, do you believe me?"
"Should I?" Timmy's eyes slid open, illuminating a deep hatred.
"Stop acting so cold toward me! I told you that wasn't what I had in mind!"
"Forgive my anger, oh great Athena, but beating me to an inch of my life doesn't exactly call for forgiveness."
She fumed for a second, nails digging into his tightening hand. He half expected her to start whooping him again, but she held steadfast against her rage, "I expected you to be mad at me," she leaked more to herself than him, "but you are also a smart kid, Timmy, and you know I don't want you harmed… not terribly."
"That's putting it lightly," he scoffed.
"You are really trying my patience, boy."
"And I think I'm all out," the young man replied.
"Uh huh… well, too bad. You know, I gave you a free meal, bought you new cloths, got you a hair cut, and even brought you into my home, and this is how you show gratitude? I could have just had us visit our lessons today and not purchase anything, then throw you back in that cave, but I wanted to be nice. I wanted to start a friendly relationship with you, Timmy. Do you understand me? I wanted to!"
"Then why go back to beating me?"
"Because you acted up! You gave me nothing but disrespect!"
"You had just told me I killed a friend!" another mistake, yelling hurt his head too.
"… She had it coming."
"See? I don't believe that! I won't! She cared about me, can you say you wouldn't do the same in her shoes?"
"I'm not her! I'm me! And she went against me!"
"She hardly knows you, Vicky! Did you even warn her?"
"Oh, and give myself up as the culprit?! No! Sacrifices have to be made, Timmy! And she just happened to be too stupid against the wrong person!"
"Why am I not surprised, hm? You say you want to be friends but then you try to have me kill her, someone who cares about me. And is she even a threat anymore?! That isn't a sacrifice, its… its…"
"… A mercy killing."
"… I can't be friends with you if you want people dead, Vicky."
Vicky relinquished her hand from his and stood straight up, "You think you're all high and mighty, don't you? Well guess what, big shot. You know that future self of yours? The one who betrayed me? He killed plenty of people, all sacrifices for his cause. So quit thinking your infallible because you aren't!" and with a swish of her hair she stormed out of her room, slamming the door behind her, then released an anguished howl behind it.
Timmy rolled over onto his back. There was a mixture of hatred and satisfaction bubbling inside of him. Yeah, a killer, great, should have killed you then, well before any of this ever happened. Then we could have just stayed enemies until our dying day. Ah, but he knew too well he didn't have it in him to kill her… right? He had been broken down enough to kill Robert, true. And even though he was against it, if Veronica had taken her own life due to his actions, well, he didn't hurt nearly as much as he knew it should.
He heard the thick bang of the front door then, which told him too well he had been left alone. So she was gone? Had he pissed her off that much? Good riddance, maybe he would rampage around her home and break a few things while she was out. Oh yeah, how it would make him feel better and he knew it. And what was stopping him? There were no chains here to strangle him if he misbehaved, there was no violent dictator to crack his skull open, he was all by himself.
Timmy sat up, huge mistake. His brain was screaming in protest for moving so suddenly. Count on his eagerness to get the better of him, had he changed at all over these three years? Well, yeah, of course, but some aspects of his personality were still the same. The damn overhead light was blaring against his already throbbing head. Putting up with the increasing pain, he sauntered clumsily over to the light switch by the door and extinguished the aching glow.
That was much better, yes, and all the more so because the night had reign over the skies. He wondered what time it was, no clock anywhere to be found. He decided to see if there was one out in the living room or kitchen but the doorknob wouldn't yield. Locked. "Clever bitch," Timmy murmured to himself.
He sighed then returned to lying down on the big bed. It must have been queen sized, too bad for Vicky no one would ever want to share it with her. Negate that, she didn't deserve to be happy with anyone anyhow. God damn his head hurt.
As his eyes adjusted to the soothing dark another realization came about; save for the bed and its night stand, the room was barren. What this meant Timmy could only guess at. Perhaps this was a new apartment and she was just moving in. Or maybe she removed all her belongings from the room on account of him? Well, whatever the case he had nothing to do but close his eyes and try to ignore the pain.
His body felt itinerant. A warm pressure engulfed him. This was sleep, and he knew it well. Why couldn't he just sleep forever? Would be nice… hell, it would be wonderful. Then he wouldn't have to worry about Vicky at all. Nope, no worries, no pain, no pleasure, and… no, none of it… only to rest like this.
Slam! The front door again. His eyes shot open. Less pain, he noticed. Wham! This room was connected to the rest of the home now too. How long had he been asleep? No matter, Vicky had crawled up next to him, her crystal pink eyes staring into his own.
"I come bearing a peace offering," she told him tenderly.
He blinked a few times, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, "So you've come to apologize to me?"
"Uh, well…" he could feel her shifting uncomfortably, "you see, I have never really apologized to anyone for anything in my life, Timmy."
This confession made him open his eyes fully, "You're kidding!"
"Nope! Scout's honor," he remembered then she had been a scout once too, though how deep her honor laid was up for debate, "So if I did apologize to you then it would really mean something…" she seemed to think about this to herself.
"I still don't think I'm ready to forgive you either way, Vicky."
He never enjoyed her sighs, they always made him feel terrible, though he knew damn well he shouldn't.
"Listen, whether you like it or not you have to stay under my watch. Now, you can take up my more than generous offer and try to live here peacefully with me, or I can haul your ass back to your little hole and seal you up again. Alright?"
Timmy rolled over to face away from the demon woman. Partly because he couldn't stand looking at her just now, but also there was a possibility she would lose her temper simply by seeing the scowl growing across his features, "You know what I'm going to choose anyways, so what's the point of rubbing it in my face?"
"I'm not rubbing it in your face," he felt Vicky's body push up against his from behind, her arms winding around his chest, her lips just against his ear, "I only want to point out my generosity. Don't be angry with my anymore, I'm trying to set things straight between us. No, don't say anything; I want to tell you how I feel first.
"I know I fucked up, I admit it. But I also know you weren't trying very hard to go along with my plan either. How many times did I have to keep reminding you to perk up? Or needed to point things out to you? A lot more than was necessary, and you know it.
"Do you think it was easy for me to put on a happy face for you? I was straining all day to be chipper, and you didn't even appreciate it. In fact you never thanked me once for anything I did for you. Then you go and get moody with me, start mouthing off and making demands. It was insulting! And you're still being stubborn even right now! I don't have to see your face to know that!" she breathed deep, calming her voice down.
"I just… I just wanted to show you I'm not the bad guy here. And you aren't some tragic hero. We're only human, both of us. Do you know what I did when I realized you had been knocked out cold? I cried, Timmy. I cried for the first time in a long time… well, at least to me. My Godparents showed up and I had to demand we all be brought back here. You had a forming concussion, and I had to wish that better too. I realized whenever things got out of hand between us you always end up hurt, and it has only gotten worse, never better. I'm scared I might end up killing you a-" Vicky faltered and cleared her throat, "I mean, it really scares me… Damn it, look what you've done now, I'm crying again," and sure enough he could feel wet specks of sadness tumbling down the back of his neck as she buried her face there.
Timmy lay motionless as Vicky's silent tears flowed. He was mad at her now for a completely new reason; her making him feel like the wrongdoer. Guilt tripping he had gone through before, but by her? How come she was so good at everything which was unfair? And now he knew he was truly in danger with her around. Sure, everything up till today was anything but a cake walk. But now he was ruthlessly aware of how she was unable to quell her temper for long periods of time, and would explode in an eruption of violence if she did. His near death experience being the proof of her unstable nature.
There was a shudder close to his bottom. Wait. Scratch that. Not a shudder but a vibrating. It pulsed every half second or so. Vicky sat up and procured a small black cell phone from her pocket. Flipping it open with a flick of her wrist she placed it to her ear and greeted the caller. Timmy couldn't tell what the other voice was saying, but it sounded awfully close to a business transaction.
"Alright, I'll be right down with the money," she closed her phone and stuffed it down her tight jean pocket again, "I'll be back in a second, squirt…" she paused for a moment, seeming to consider the situation, "I won't even lock the bedroom door, so if you want to get up feel free," Vicky wiped away any remaining tears and hopped off her bed. She was out of the apartment in barely a few seconds.
He did get up, not on her account, but because he felt confined to only beds it seemed. Her living area wasn't anything impressive. Timmy wasn't sure why he felt disappointed. Had he expected to see a bounty of loot stashed away in her home? Whatever he imagined, it all but compared to this sad little sight. There was a long black coffee table at rest about a foot in front of a three person wide brown couch. For someone who put so much emphasis on material goods, Vicky sure didn't know how to live it up. His gaze wandered into her dinning room and kitchen, which only housed a humming refrigerator, puny microwave, and an old stove and dishwasher. Nothing else, not even any decorations.
Timmy sat down on the middle of the couch and stared forward; no TV to watch either. He was becoming frustrated. What did all this mean? Had she really just moved in here? Was she perhaps in the middle of transporting her belongings to this new dwelling? Or did she really live so… so essentially?
The door snapped open again, Timmy spun around to face it. There Vicky stood sporting a warm smile and holding in her hands an extra large pizza box. The phrase, 'the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach,' suddenly made much more sense.
"This was the peace offering I mentioned," she was doing her best to look apologetic, but didn't seem to be familiar enough with the facial contortions, "I thought we could start fresh, from the beginning, you know? Remember our first meal together all those years ago? The pizza I got and made sure it had anchovies because you didn't like them?"
Timmy blinked. He had no responses for her pleading expression and delicate pauses.
"Yeah…" she continued, "well, this is to make up for it. We can do it right this time and… and I'm, uhhh… y-you know…"
"Vicky," Timmy had just realized something which should have been clear to him from the beginning, "is it hard for you to say you're sorry?"
She darted her gaze away from his eyes, "I- ughhh…" she breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, and then opening them again as she released the captured air, "Yes. Yes Timmy, it's hard. I've never apologized for anything in my life, I told you that. I'm… I don't see a point to it and it makes me feel like I've lost at something," Vicky walked over to sit down next to him and placed the pizza box in front of them on the low table.
The boy was split. Start digging into the wonderful smelling pizza or somehow consol Vicky? Then there was the question of why he wanted to make this evil woman feel better at all, after what she had done to him. She turned her head to face him, he gulped, "Vicky, I-"
She had placed a long finger on his moving lips, effectively stopping whatever he had hoped to accomplish. With a shake of her head she began to speak, "Don't worry about it, that's just the way I am. I think I half hoped you could somehow find a way to make me a better person, but after all this I know there's nothing you or I can do about it. Maybe we can just work on bettering you instead; I'm too old and stubborn in my head to change," she opened the pizza box and handed him a slice first, something he wasn't expecting, "Pepperoni and olive was your favorite, right? We better chow down before it gets cold."
After dinner Timmy helped himself to a long, hot, and absolutely refreshing shower. He had gotten in after Vicky had first dibs. An hour must have passed as he leaned against the smooth tiled wall, splattered all over with the cleansing onslaught of heat and moisture. His hostess never bothered him. She had finished first after all. Only when he felt his eyelids growing heavy did Timmy turn off the taps. Drying off, dressing into a spare set of Vicky's pajamas, and thinking himself to look rather odd in her mirror, Timmy didn't once consider where he was to sleep. Well, until he turned off the bathroom light and walked directly into Vicky's room.
Though no electricity powered any light bulbs in here, it was still plenty illuminated by the silvery full moon. But what really caught Timmy's young eyes was Vicky. She was sitting up against the pillows on her bed. Fire red hair a slightly darker shade than it normally was due to its dampness, cascading down past her shoulders. She was staring off into the night sky through her window, and it seemed the heavenly lights sparkled in her solemn rose eyes.
She turned her head toward him, face never changing, and just looked. Feeling a rather hushed unease by this simple motion, Timmy moved for the door to the living room, but found it to be locked. She had followed his every step, he could feel it. Turning toward her, his heart dropped. Not because she had done anything outrageous, but merely for her hand now patting the space beside her gently, too gently for her.
Feeling too much the fool only standing around, he stepped slowly toward her beckoning. Even as he positioned himself next to her, preferring to lie down rather than sit like she was, her eyes never let him go. She looked down at him silently, reminding Timmy of a sleepless feline. It was her who finally broke the silence.
"Do you hate me, Timmy?" such a simple question, yet far from meaningless.
The boy had to think for a long time, only squirming a little when Vicky's soft hand began stroking his head, "I… I don't want to…"
"But you still do, right?"
"I think the word is resent. I wish all of this could have never happened. But I don't get my wishes granted anymore."
"Resent, huh? Yeah, seems fitting. Timmy, do you believe me when I say I care about you?"
"I don't think so… no."
"I do, it's just hard is all. I guess what I'm saying is that… well, I don't know what I'm saying. I just feel I need to say something, or maybe it's only something needs to be said."
"Do you really want to apologize to me?" he didn't know why he brought the subject up again, but it was too late to take it back now.
"Do I want to?... I've never considered that before," now she was the one lost in thought for a long while, "Hmm… I think I do, I just can't."
"Well, it's a start I guess."
"Cut me some slack, will ya twerp? I'm new at this open feeling thing."
Timmy laughed a bit, "I don't understand why I keep following your lead anymore. I don't like it when you're mad. Actually, I know I hate it. But even then I'm still… perplexed, is it?"
"You tell me, it's your confession."
"I'm nervous," he brought to light, now feeling it best to change the subject.
"What about?" she didn't seem to care what they were talking about, only that they were talking.
"This. It's the first time I ever got in bed with a girl before…"
"What do you mean? We've slept together before this."
"I mean I actually crawled into bed with you, all on my own. Am I a-"
"It just means you're a little more grown up. But I guess you have to worry about growing up, since you have fairy godparents and all."
"Yeah…" then he sat up fast, "Wait! Vicky! Why haven't they showed up?"
"Huh? What's burst your bubble now? I was enjoying that!"
"I'm not in the cave anymore! Why haven't Cosmo or Wanda spotted me yet?!"
"Calm down!" she placed both of her sharp hands on his shoulders and forced him on his back again, leaning over him, "Do you really want to know the answer? There's a good chance it's going to ruin the moment."
Timmy was staring up into her pink eyes, frightening and calming at the same time, how strange, "Yes. Please tell me why."
Her hands slid off of his warm body, "Promise me you won't start freaking out, alright?"
"I…" he was about to tell her he couldn't make such an assuring promise, then thought the better of it, "I'll try…"
"Alright, um… Let's see… So your Cosmo and Wanda- well wait, you know the two fairy worlds are at war, right?"
"They aren't dead, are they?" he demanded before he could stop himself.
"No, you dim- uhh, no. Fairies are immortal, you know that, or at least I hope you could have figured it out long before I got mine."
"Ah, right. It must have slipped my mind. Well, what's happened?"
"If you would quit interrupting me I could get to that!" she snapped.
Timmy quieted himself.
"Now, from all I could gather, both worlds are at war. But the way fairies fight is different than humans. Since they can't die they duel on the battlefield instead. From what my Cosmo has told me, when two fairies go at it they keep up a barrage of spells and counter spells until one finally gets the better of their opponent and they get captured. It could be a matter of hours to a full year before one side wins over. Then they are transported to the enemy's holding cell. I believe when you first met the Anti-Fairies they were all in confinement? That's because they all lost the last time. This time though Anti-Cosmo was fully prepared and hasn't lost a battle yet."
"So Fairy World is losing?" Timmy spewed in disbelief.
"Lost, actually. The war is over; all the normal fairies have been captured and accounted for. That's why I could bring you out finally, no one is looking for you anymore."
"Vicky! I have to see them! I have to let them know I'm alright! I-"
"No, Timmy, not yet."
"What?! Why?!"
She studied him for a moment before responding, "I'll be honest with you, after all it can't hurt anymore. The plan is to not let you get anywhere close to them until we are sure you are absolutely on our side. What if you somehow hoodwink one of us out of a crazed sense of heroism and set them free? Not like their prison is anything you can defeat on your own, but my Cosmo seems to think you are too much of a risk the way you are now, even after all of my work. Besides, you only have a little time left with them."
"Wouldn't that make seeing them all the more important?"
"Let me rephrase; right now you only have a little more time with them assigned to you, because that is how the laws state it to be. I came up with a great idea though, and I think Cosmo likes it. If you are undoubtedly loyal to me, then you can have Cosmo and Wanda back, and much longer than you would have given the previous set of rules."
"… What do you mean?"
A serpentine grin graced her full mouth, "I mean all we have to do is change the definition of what an adult is here on Earth. Then the rules governing fairy godparents will have to follow suit. They always have. Timmy, don't you see? That's why you have to help me take over the world again. If we can do it before you turn eighteen then I can change the laws of the land and we can both have our fairies for much longer! Then we will rule together!"
Timmy's bright blue eyes widened. Was such a thing even possible? If so then why had no one simply wished for it before? He asked her this, still in disbelief.
"Because if they do it with a major wish then the first rules will still apply," Vicky evocated excitedly, "But if no wishes were used, or just very small ones here or there, then if for whatever reason I do lose my godparents then my progress can't be erased. That's also why we can't let you near them again until you are completely mine. Can't have you undoing any of our work now can we?"
"But… I may be kicking myself in the ass for pointing this out, but why do I have to keep my godparents for all of this?"
"You mean you haven't realized this yet either?" she smiled amusedly, "Typical, what am I ever going to do with you?"
"Realized what?"
"Timmy, the only reason I have godparents is because you have them. And if you lose yours, then I'll lose mine as well."
He was seeing nothing. Clouds were covering the moon and stars. Where were the lights of the city? Vicky's arms could be felt encasing him once more, her head resting over his heart.
"I'm tired now," she whispered softly, "I wanted to have one more lesson before we came back to my place, but I don't think we needed it now. G'night, Timmy."
Why he didn't object to her closeness he didn't know. He knew he loved her cool body against his warm one, her soft hair filling his nostrils with a sweet scent, and the way she snoozed gently, as if she wasn't a blood thirsty monster. He too closed his eyes and let sleep win over his senses.
"Welcome back to the Astral, Timmy Turner," was a violin talking to him? No, it was a musical voice. Wait, yes it was! Ah, it was both! Yet at the same time neither.
"Presence?" Timmy asked aloud.
"Precisely."
"Why do you sound like a violin now?"
"The same reason why I sounded like a harp to you before."
"Because I now like the violin better than the harp? How?"
"Vicky's influence on your perception ."
"She has changed me this much?"
"Yes and no."
"Which is it? Wait, never mind, you're just gonna tell me both and neither at the same time."
"I would and would not."
"So does this mean I'm thinking in that same way again? Being able to believe and not believe in all things and no things at the same time?"
"If you wish to be."
"Hey… can I ask you a question?"
"I will not stop you."
"Umm… was Vicky telling the truth? Can I really keep Cosmo and Wanda longer if she changes the human definition of an adult?"
"Speaking in the common consensus of human and fairy understanding, yes."
"But she would only do that for me so she can keep her fairies, right?"
"You ask many questions of which you already know the answers to, Timmy Turner."
"Yeah, I guess I do, huh?"
"Absolutely."
"But now I know this, its weird, I kind of want to help Vicky out now. Does that make me selfish?"
"Selfishness is what you will make of it. You can consider wanting to remain with the ones you love selfish, and at the same time you may consider the path you take to achieve this to be selfishness as well. But if you no longer consider either selfish then neither will be selfish for you."
"So if I don't believe in something, then it will not exist for me…"
"Correct, though only as long as you do not believe in it."
"And does Vicky really care about me? Or is she just trying to manipulate me as always?"
"Whichever the two of you wish to believe."
"This is like talking to a magic-eight-ball with only safe answers."
"A splendid analogy."
"For some reason I don't feel overwhelmed by you anymore, why is that?"
"The same reason why you wished to see me since our last encounter."
"And what's that?"
"Only that which you can assume to be the answer."
"So whatever I want to be the answer is the answer?"
"Thus you realize reality."
"Well that's convenient. Say, is Vicky here too?"
"She is, though only as you are."
"Let me guess, the moment I want to see her I will, and at the same time she will want to see me as well?"
"Why don't you put this guess into perspective?"
Timmy thought on Vicky, desired to see her as before, and he did. She was clad in nothing, though this needed not to be considered as prudent. He realized he himself was also with out garments, Vicky was snickering.
"I think I'm rubbing off on you too much, twerp," she laughed.
"Oh? And why is that?" the youth responded.
"Because we keep asking this guy the same damn questions as each other."
"Huh… I guess so…"
"No guessing needed. Hey big guy!" Vicky shouted out at Presence, "Why do we always end up at your place every time Timmy and me fall asleep together?" Her arrogant question was causing the boy's soft cheeks to burn with impecunious embarrassment.
"It's the ease you affect one another with. By relaxing your minds simply because you are in each other's arms, the pair of you can ascend to this plane of existence," Presence stroked.
"You hear that, twerp?" Vicky started elbowing him in the side, "We're good for each other. So you should stop acting up and start listening to me."
"I don't think that is what he meant," Timmy countered, placing an easing hand on her jabbing elbow, "I think Presence only told us something we can believe."
"Always part of my answers," Presence confirmed.
"Alright then, big shot," Vicky expounded, "how about answering me this question: What do Timmy and I need to do in order to get along?"
"Exactly what both of you think you should do."
Timmy was slightly confused by this answer, but Vicky seemed to understand all too well. She bit her smiling lower lip as her eyes rampaged all over him.
"That's good enough for me!" She exclaimed happily, "You know how to wake up from a dream, don't you twerp? Just will it."
"What?" Timmy asked, perplexed.
"Wake up!" Vicky instructed.
"How?"
"Wake up!" damn she was loud.
"I don't-"
"Wake up!" louder still.
"Vicky-"
"Wake up!" she was fading, disappearing.
"Hey! Don't leave me here!"
"Wake up!"
"Wait! What do I do?!"
She was gone. Wake up? Will it? Eyes closed tight, concentrating hard, murmuring her commands. Wake up, wake up, wake up. Did he have to believe it? How could he leave a dream so lucid? But Vicky did, she left him here all alone, if he didn't count Presence. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Hot, hot, hot! Bright, so bright! Wet too. Warm? But so cold. And blurry, dark. Wet… what was wet? Something soft flicking against his neck. Yes, there, only there. He sighed, this was good…
A moan, not his. Female, Vicky's. Lips, tongue, moisture. Sucking, kissing, teeth. Eyes open! Wrong! "Vicky! No!" She did not listen, her hands held him, her legs pressed him, all the while her mouth loved him, "Damn it Vicky! Stop it!" Timmy tried to push her head away from his throat, but to no avail. She would not yield.
One of her hands slithering to the back of his head. Starved kisses moving up his neck, past his chin, on his cheek, and to his mouth. No! Timmy clenched his teeth and made his lips a line, just in time to feel her assault. Soft, plump, full, wet. It took every fiber of his will power not to give in and crush his lips against hers. Every ounce of strength was used to resist her warm moist tongue as it tried to force open his mouth. He watched her eyes open as Vicky realized he wasn't going to let her in. She scowled, he could feel it.
"What? Am I not good enough for you?" Vicky spat, rage taking hold of her temper again.
Instead of answering right away, he turned his head and tried to move out of her grasp. No good, she wasn't about to let go of him.
"Answer me!" the creature screamed.
"It feels wrong…"
"Wrong?... Wrong?!" Vicky slapped him across the face, and god damn how much this stung. He stared at her wide eyed as she pushed her body away from his. He saw she was holding herself and shuddering, on the verge of tears.
Timmy sat up, unable to believe Vicky had actually just tried to seduce him and his rejection affected her so. It took a moment to remember just how much anger he should be feeling right now, but the dream with Presence had a lingering calming effect, "Vicky, listen…"
"Shut up!" she screamed, though still only sitting on the other edge of the bed, "Just shut up!"
"It's not that I think you're-" but what Timmy didn't think he never got out. Vicky had grabbed one of her pillows and threw it as hard as she could into his face.
"Get out!" the woman roared, pointing to the door, "Get the fuck out of my room!"
Timmy didn't feel much up to trying her patience any further. Wasting no time, and feeling slightly surprised when the door unlocked with a click as he reached it, he stepped out into her living room. As soon as the door closed behind him he felt to lock activate again. Well, so much for keeping the situation under control. Had this been her plan the entire time? Feed him, warm him up, dress him handsomely, and then conquer him in her own bed? Or were her actions really just a spur of the moment deal? Desperation, perhaps? Well, whatever the case may be, he wasn't exactly tired at the moment.
The teenager noticed there was moon light falling through a sliding glass door in the kitchen. He walked over, if anything to give him something to do. Though upon peering outside the tall window caused a dead lurch to pitch his innards. Out in the middle of the city, towering over all other buildings, was the dark gargantuan cathedral from Vicky's alternate future. He was in her favorite time again.