First off, I would like to thank everyone who reviewed my first chapter.
Thank-you for your compliment's and criticism. Sorry about my horrible grammar. I'm still pretty young, and no ones every showed me how to do it, (My school sucks.) I will try to write better in the near future. (I cannot promise my grammar will be better.)
Here's the next chapter I look forward too what you have to say! Even though I know it already sucks.
"Midnight Scare"
(Ichigo POV)
The hot water soothed my bodies' sore, aching muscles as steam rose into the air. Wet drops and streams of warm water sprayed and ran down my skin feeling like it was giving me soft caresses for my stress and worry.
"This feels so good," I breathed gently. "This is the only place that I feel safe, at least for the time being, but hopefully this will all end soon, and I will be able to get back to having a normal life" My voice came out soft and barley audible as I tried to say simple things like in the way I was bored, my own personal technique that I had created to calm my self on nights like this.
Though I knew they weren't true and I was most likely just making my self sound stupid.
"Can I ever get back to having a normal life?" I thought daydreaming as the water warmed my cold body up.
Was it possible? Was it really possible for me to go back to having a normal life? Like the one I had before? I couldn't see it…I couldn't see it at all.
I leaned my head back so the shower was hitting me fully in the face. I began to contemplate what it would be like to go back to having the life I had before.
I could wake up without having to worry about anything popping out at me and scarring me half to death, mainly roses, I wouldn't have worry about going to a secluded area like I use to all the time and be worried about myself being kidnapped.
Not that that's ever been attempted at least not to my knowledge, but who knows? Maybe it had was I really suppose to know?
The answer was no, I wasn't…I wasn't supposed to know, and it frightened me.
Even though I tried to stay calm about that last thought I couldn't help but, despite the warmth of the shower, feel my body shudder.
I leaned my head forward this time letting my wet, red hair fall forward matting to my face and neck while I reached for my strawberry milk-cream shampoo with matching conditioner.
I poured some into my hand and started rubbing it into my hair lathering it until my whole hair was full of soapy sweet smelling suds, the shampoos fragrance filling my nose.
Things weren't always this bad, this suspenseful. He used to just watch me, not make any contact besides the gifts.
Lately his actions were becoming more persistent up until a month ago there had been no chases late at night no advances towards me in any way besides the ones that had always been there.
To believe I thought my life was torture all this time. I laughed my voice holding no humor. Like I said I still don't believe I know a god damn thing.
I let the water wash away the suds from my hair. While I was running my fingers through my hair I began to hum a sweet song from my childhood hoping it would ease my frustrations.
About a half and hour later I was done with my shower I stepped out on the cool tile floor it being slightly warmed by the hot steam that flowed around every where in the bathroom.
I went to the sink to brush my teeth I didn't feel like eating dinner tonight, besides I had eaten enough at the café that I worked at to maintain any hunger, which is where I had been coming from on my way home.
After I was done I left the bathroom with my mouth and body filling completely refreshed and cleansed.
As soon as I opened the door all of the steam and warmth flooded out evaporating in to thin ghostly air, my once warm and good feeling body became once again cold as I went out to search for some new clothes. My body began to tremble.
My skin tingled from the low temperature of my room. I could feel goose bumps forming on my arms as my toes began to freeze from the connection of my more than cold wooden floor.
While I was taking my shower it had apparently gotten even darker outside making it so even the raging storms lightning couldn't help me as I stumbled blindly around my room.
After taking a few steps in the direction of my dresser; my foot came in contact with something that cause pain to shoot up it while the object skidded across the floor. I let out a pained and surprised yelp as I fell down so I could hold my injured foot.
I let out a slight whimper.
"What was?" I asked softly out loud as I knelt down more, my towel held around me firmly as I searched for the culprit of my discomfort, for the moment that is.
My hand went trailing across the floor as I searched my minds memories for anything that I could have left on my floor, the possibilities not very being likely.
Just then my hand came into contact with a thick rectangular object. I lifted the object up utterly confused at what it could be as I felt the texture.
I held it up to the little bit of light that still consumed my almost completely, pitch, black room. My eyes widened it was almost unmistakable
"No..." I gasped, "No..." My voice cracked as I felt my eyes begin to burn all over again. My hands grasped around the object tight, almost tight enough to break them. It's jagged side digging into my palms, cutting off the circulation to my fingers, as they curled shakily around its edges.
I held in my hand a simple wooden block one that you could just pick up at any hardware store or anything, but this block was different, it was the block I had setup in my window, for one single obvious purpose...To keep whatever was outside, and wanted to get in out.
I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming...
(Narrator POV)
Vast darkness filled the atmosphere in a heavy profane coat as dozen candles flickered, illuminated their purely vivid surroundings with a sheer fiery light.
Slick wet wax dripped down them like beads of sweat on a body, as it melted then hardened on the pure shimmering silver candleholders.
The flickering light of the disfigured melted candles revealed a room with walls of a sweet dark crimson.
Blood colored rugs laid atop everywhere on beautiful glossed wooden floors, while hot spiced scents flowed around gracefully creating a warm yet uneasy feeling.
In the place where the candles light burned more brightly than all the others, A figure sat at an old style wood desk with white and red colored wax stains and other things all over it.
The figure sat promptly in the chair as his pale hand glided across a piece of thick drawing paper. "Scratch"
A pencil made a dark indent in the paper as the drawer swiped it across the page ever so skillfully, and continued on doing so as the image upon it started to come alive.
"Scratch…scratch…scccrrraatch." The indents and swirls darkened more as the details became more intense the images features were brought out more, shaping the nose, and the cheek bones, but softening when it came to drawing the soft curved of the lips, and eyes.
Finally the finishing touch was made and the pale white hand stopped.
A pair of golden eyes absorbed the work before them loosing their focus as they took on a softer look.
Heart beating uncontrollably as he gazed down at the newly drawn picture before him. His forest green hair falling shadowing over his face as he parted his pale lips ever so slightly.
Setting the pencil down, he began stroking the face of a sweet teenage girl. He looked into her eyes as he outlined her pouting lips with his clawed nails.
Licking his; own lips as they became dry, feeling like they were chapped by a cold winter, even though they were as smooth as they ever had been.
He leaned his head back slightly, his pure white fangs revealing themselves as he licked across his teeth this time, feeling thirst for those pouting lips, his heart picking up with each passing moment.
Slowly he picked up the discarded pencil and wrote the date lightly in the pages corner, never ceasing to stroke the drawn face with clawed, white hands.
Looking into her perfectly drawn eyes once more he almost felt his heart give out. He couldn't take it, much longer…
He laid his head in one of his hands clutching his soft hair, as he closed his eyes.
The candles light clashing brilliantly with his, own face and its unusual features. Green hair, breath-taking gold eyes, fangs, and two Elvin-like ears on either side of his head, it gave him the appearance of a demon.
"Ichigo…" His heart suddenly lurched with satisfaction as the taste of the red head that carried the scent of strawberries and roses; name rolled over his tongue.
He gasped for breath as she flooded his mind, his fantasies taking over him as they did every night; images began flashing through his mind as he futilely tried to keep them at bay…
Their moist soft touching, pressing against each other with love, arousing sweet ecstasy as his pale lips would rub against her sweet warm ones, while his tongue slipped out of his pale cool lips gliding across the her own vibrant pink bottom lip, begging for permission from her. Her pink mouth would open as his wishes would be fulfilled, giving him more pleasure and joy than he had ever known. His hands would roam hesitantly with inexperience she wouldn't mind though, for she herself would be inexperienced as well. Their lips would stay locked in sweet harmony sending shivers down both their spines. Cheeks would flame with red as the kiss would deepen even more, bodies touching, as their moans would go into each others mouths. Strong arms linking around her small slender waist, as heavy pants and gasps would fill the air. Her gentle much more feminine arms would wrap their way around his neck.
Breaking for air he could do nothing but stare in to beautiful melted chocolate orbs, red hair falling into her angle carved face. Her lips would part, slightly wet, as she would breathe one single word, a simple word not really meaning anything, but it still made all the difference to him… soft smile appearing on her lips.
"…Kisshu…"
He couldn't take it any more.
"SLAM!" Candles were knocked over while wax flew everywhere. The desk shook with impact as he laid his upper body down upon it head buried, press against the old, stained wood. Perspiration formed dripping down his forehead.
He gasped for breath as he forced the image out of his mind, squeezing his eyes shut tightly concentration.
How could this happen?
For over a year he had been watching her run from him, breaking his heart each time she ran from him, not even turning around to look at him.
Each step she took in the opposite direction of him caused the heart he never even knew he had to ache in immense and unbearable pain.
She hadn't even seen him and yet she ran from him, something only people did when they actually saw his appearance, not before.
If she was this afraid of him now… then…what would happen when he… He forced that thought out of his head as well. He couldn't think about that.
Tears began to fill his eyes as he laid there doing nothing …trying to keep the endless fantasists from taking over.
He wouldn't allow himself to be so weak. Looking up at the picture again he realized he had spilled some wax on the corner of the paper.
Quickly he grabbed a torn old washcloth and began to wipe the pages corner until the wax was completely gone. Then he pulled opened a drawer and put the paper inside shutting it in with all the others.
He got up, and went walking through out the room thinking of what he could possibly do.
Trying to conjure ways and plans of what his next move could be, what plan it was he could possibly execute.
While walking and pacing through the room he came across something he tried to avoid as much as possible…something that only caused his mental health to get worse each time he even gazed at it.
A king sized bed stood in the middle of the room up against the farthest wall, covered with black silk sheets with black pillows placed perfectly next to each other while smaller red ones made out evenly on the bed.
He stood, face blank before he felt slight slash of heat come across the bridge of his nose. He quickly shook his head. "Don't go there." He whispered his voice sounding like he hadn't had a drink in days. "Not yet…"
He then went back to his pacing and his oh so irritating thoughts and questions of what he actually could do to at least win her acceptance…That is with out her actually having to see him.
Another gift perhaps, not that that would work considering how she had acted about all the others…
She would have to get use to it soon though, because he was never going to stop.
So now there was only one question left…what should he give her?
"Great a whole new predicament," He thought,
After a lot of walking around, an idea finally hit him.
A smile broke out onto his face as his eyes gleamed in brilliance. Yes that would work splendidly.
Running to the bed he immediately dove down and began searching underneath it.
After a moment he pulled out a white cardboard box with a black bow tied around it.
Yes this would be perfect…
His smile grew bigger by the moment.
WWWHHHYYY!! (Why?) This chapter totally sucks! worse than the last one! How could this be!?
I am truly sorry about this horrible chapter I hope your minds aren't bleeding if you have read this far.
I didn't mean for this chapter to suck so bad. All the distractions at home are always making me loose my train of thought and I can never remember what I was going to write. That is also the reason why it takes me so long to post a new chapter.
Well goodbye for now. I hope all of you will still read my story after this train wreck.