Rattle the Bones
Hours past, sleep for Tate which had become nonexistent since his death pulled him down finally, a rest that had been long waiting.
Sometime near the edge of dawn he wakes filled with emotion he had never had the chance to experience in his young life, it is love, and it is everything to him.
Looking down at the girl who heard his voice in the misty edges of the woods, the place of bones and angels, laid peacefully upon the icy plane of his chest.
He proved to be a welcomed coolness to the muggy hot night, she proved to be his salvation, a reason to not let himself slip into the nothingness that had been calling out to him since his final breath.
Slipping out from beneath her, Tate stood on shaky feet, his balance off, his mind dizzy, confused.
He was weak as he braced his hands along the walls moving into the hallway feeling the energy that he had drained from the house leaving his body to his dismay.
Gathering his clothes he dressed as he fell hard against her door closing her inside unintentionally.
Wincing at the impact he looked up at his hand watching helplessly as it fluctuated from a solid mass to a transparent dim light.
His strength was gone, given to her in a night of fevered passionate sex, one that made him taste the sweet illusive sense of life that had been ripped away from him so long ago.
Lowering his head his mass of curls fell over his eyes as he weakly called out to her.
The cemetery was calling him back, demanding his penance be carried out, he broke the rules, crossed a line that was thought impossible.
But nothing is out of reach for one who is in love, he proved that last night, but as blissful as if was, as euphoric as the feeling of being inside her, loving her like the man he was always meant to be, his presence released something evil, awakened a maddening entity that would have catastrophic consequences.
Choosing to ignore the heavy footsteps overhead from the night before, the relentless pacing and maniacal laughter that she could not hear, there was no escaping it this time.
His muscles tensed hard to the breaking point, like piano wire being stretched to the limit as he heard the shallow breathing down the darkened hallway.
Trembling, the tips of his fingers pressed into her door, where just feet away Violet was sleeping peaceful, completely unaware of the inconceivable danger she was in.
He closed his dark eyes as waves of guilt and worry crashed over him physically shoving him forward, knowing that now she would be left in his hands, how this was all his fault.
Tate's face twisted into a painful state of regret as he pressed his forehead to her door, wishing he could take her with him, damning himself for once more putting someone he loved in danger.
"Violet…"
Barely a whisper fell from his lips, a desperate plea, a warning of sorts, a dire declaration of the horror he mistakenly awakened.
"Violet! Please, you need to wake up… you need to hear me… "
A tall bloody skeleton stepped into sight, hanging pieces of flesh off bones gnarled and broken dragged itself along towards his son.
Thumping heavy feet willed themselves closer emerging into the dawn flowing in from the windows.
Collapsing onto the floor Tate felt himself slipping away, terrified for her safety he let out a guttural cry using the last of his energy.
"Violet!"
A wide gaping jaw fell open dripping crimson blood behind his steps.
Shrieking like bats in the night his father lifted a gnarled bony finger towards him as Tate fell, his handsome face streaked with salty tears terrified of the repercussions for a night in her arms, a forbidden taste of heaven.
It was then that she heard him, rushing to the door she tried to open it but his weight was still strong enough to keep her at bay.
"Violet, listen to me, don't come out. We are not alone here."
Confused she slid down to his voice on the other side of the door.
"Is it my father?"
Black soulful, scared eyes blinked several times as he stared straight up into the mutilated corpse that had died from his own hands.
His hoarse faint whisper sent chills up her spine.
"No... it's mine."
"What?! Tate, are you okay! Open the door!"
Shoving his back against the door he closed his eyes as bloody mucus dripped over his chest.
His father was inches away, a silent scream hovered over him that only Tate could understand.
Nails scraped like razors along the door while he father groaned a terrifying message into his ear.
"She's mine, now."
He was coming for Violet, revenge for a murder that was far more justified than criminal.
Knowing there was only one way to rid him, at least for now, Tate begged her.
"Stay in your room, after midnight tonight find me, under the angel… don't come out till I'm gone… don't worry Violet, I'm taking him with me. I love you - "
Before she could react, Tate screamed violently, sending cracks ripped from raw emotion along the walls of the hallway tearing the plaster into bits of powers raining onto the floor.
Grabbing his father, wrapping his arms around his contorted spine, he vanished along with the vengeful savage specter who wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into her supple flesh.
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Breathless, Violet suddenly fell as the door effortlessly swung open without the weight of Tate to keep it shut.
"Tate! Tate! Where are you!"
Remembering his words she brought her knees to her chest, shivering recalling how his father died.
A pitchfork driven into his chest by a son who had had enough.
"Violet! Where are you? What in all that's holy happened here!"
Stumbling to her feet hearing Ben's voice, Violet ran to her room quickly throwing on her robe, before shoving sneakers on her feet to avoid the broken glass that was scattered everywhere from the night before.
Running down the stairs, the soles of her shoes crunched thousands of shards of pointy broken light bulbs.
Just then Violet came to a halt almost running straight into Ben.
Scrambling to find a reason for the mass destruction of the house due to Tate drawing on the electricity, draining the energy so that he could have the power to come through for her, she looked around helplessly for an answer.
Stunned, visibly exhausted from the night at the hospital, Ben fell into the kitchen chair blankly looking around at the rumble.
Sliding into the chair next to him, she couldn't hide her trembling hands as she brushed her tousled hair from her eyes.
"I woke up to voices, it sounded like kids, I could hear them smashing the lamps, all the light fixtures, they must've had bats. I hid in the closet, they must've known you went to the hospital, I guess they thought I went too because they didn't look for me."
Running his hand through his thick black hair he hung his head sighing heavily.
"No wonder, it's rumored that you were with Gabe when he crashed, the cops found strands of your hair, pieces of your ripped sweater on the floor mat. They must've been out for revenge, mad with grief."
Catching his deep blue eyes as he lifted his head, she whispered wearily.
"Grief?"
Giving her a hard long stare, Ben suddenly reached out grabbing her wrists, bringing her close to his face.
"Gabriel is dead."
Speechless, Violet opened and closed her mouth several times, each thought sounding too wrong, or frivolous to utter as he glared at her with obvious blame.
"Are… I mean, do the cops, are they …"
Nodding as if expecting her to think of only herself, Ben let her go as if he was done with her.
"They need to go over the evidence more … efficiently. The people in this town will be out for blood, that boy was beloved here. I would be worried if I were you Violet."
Shrugging, choking back tears she stood defiantly.
"He tried to rape me, I ran into the house, right past you. He was alive then, I had nothing to do with the accident. I have nothing to hide!"
Standing, reaching for a broom, despondently Ben shrugged.
"You put it out, lead the boy on, teased him to the point of sinful distraction, that's on you Violet. It's all on you. Regardless, I believe you are at the very least indirectly responsible somehow for this tragedy. Tomorrow the police want to see you, you made your bed Violet, now you must lie in it."
Lowering her head in her hands, all she could think about was Tate, all she could hear was the wretched shriek coming from the monster that murdered a little boy.
Her blood ran cold as she made her way up the stairs to clean the mess left by Tate's corporeal appearance in the house.
Wiping away tears she was sick with worry for her beautiful ghost, in a way feeling responsible, knowing it must have been Tate's returned that wakened his father.
Leaning despairingly against the wall, letting the dustpan fall to the ground, thinking the unimaginable, struck paralyzed with the thought that maybe he was lost somewhere dark and cold, that he wouldn't be able to me her in the graveyard beneath their angel's outspread wings.
To never see him again was unthinkable, there would be no coming back from the loss, she would die along with the others, lost, forgotten, left to wander the forest in silent despair.
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11:45 pm, later that night…
Lying in bed, dressed in nothing but a small white nightgown, the fragrance of apples lifting from her silky skin, her hair soft, left natural, with rolling waves skimming across her collarbone, she waited.
There was a desperate ache between her thighs just thinking of him, dripping wet imagining his touch, it was pure torture.
Looking for any kind of relief she crossed her legs pressing the palm of her hand hard against her sex.
The haunting moon shone in her eyes that watched the time go by, each minute stretching out for an eternity, each moment a painful longing that almost drove her mad.
Her chest rose and fell as her thighs shivered in anticipation of his icy hands, her lips shaky, parted, waiting for an urgent kiss that only he could bring.
The swell of her breasts glistened with sweat from a heat wave that in her fevered mind was caused by their passion, their insatiable need for each other.
12:00 am
Memorizing the trail in her head, she left her useless flashlight behind as she ran barefoot through the trees, the trembling leaves brushing her sun kissed shoulders along the way encouraging her on.
Her long flaxen waves rose high behind her like feathers from a bird as one thin strap slipped down her arm revealing the pale bounce of her breast.
Soft pink lips parted as her feet hit the dirt, unfazed by the rocks cutting into their tender flesh.
Emerging from the dense woods, she stopped suddenly, her hair rushing forward covering her sweaty face as she tried to catch her breath.
'Please, please be here. Oh please god.'
In silent desperation she found herself praying to the harsh void above.
Edging her bare feet along the hidden trail, she walked slowly now, scared of the unthinkable.
Nearing the sunken gate she slid her fingers over the pointed wrought iron tips, rising on her toes hoping to catch a glimpse of his blonde waves between the tombstones.
Hearing only the back and forth of her own breath, and the beating of her wild heart in her ears, she stepped in front of the towering somber angel, his angel.
Chewing on her bottom lip, she nervously wrung her hands together, unable to see him even with the bright illumination of the low hanging harvest moon.
She swallowed hard drifting her hands along cement feathered wings whispering his name.
"Tate..."
Standing silently in the shadows, watching her all along, the black eyed ghost knew it was cruel to make her wait, to leave her worried.
But she was too beautiful to be taken so quickly, he wanted to savor her, kneel at the shrine of her grace, breathe in the sweet slickness between her legs.
He was all consumed, blinded by her light, the life that glistened off of her like the sweat that shone across her body like crushed diamonds.
Soundlessly he stepped towards her till he was within inches, loving how restless she was, so impatient to be with him once more.
Drinking her in he sighed, her long blonde tresses fell forward as she hung her head, grasping onto the arms of the celestial being that peering down at her.
It was his icy fingertips on her thighs that she felt first, gripping the short cotton gown, balling the ends inside his cold hands, lifting it gently above her waist.
Her eyes narrowed to slits knowing what was to come, more than ready for whatever he had to give, her shyness but a distant memory from a time before she knew of the immense pleasure he could bring.
Parting her legs for him, Violet invited him in, providing his ultimate downfall, destroying any chance of romance or hint of gentleness.
Falling to his knees he drove his frosty tongue deep inside her, groaning with satisfaction as he lapped hungrily at her warm walls.
"Ahhh…"
Gripping her hips he tilted her ass up higher to lash at her clit continuously, mercilessly, causing her to buck back hard against his face.
Her reckless abandonment sent him to another place, evoking a darker side resting deep inside his blackened still heart.
"Fuck, yes!"
He grinned devilishly, loving her whiny drawn out cry, how her thighs shivered as her body rocked in rhythm with his mouth, uncontrollably searching for her climactic high that came all too soon for him.
Rising up behind her slowly, casting a long dark shadow over her tiny frame, he stripped her with one movement of the little white gown.
Snaking his hand between her breasts, he wrapped his fingers around her throat, forcing her to lean back, flush against him.
Pressing his cold lips to her ear, he nipped at her skin, while releasing his belt, shoving his clothes down to his knees.
She moaned once more feeling his hard erection slide between her cheeks teasingly.
"Oh god… I-I thought there was a chance you were lost to me, I was so worried you wouldn't be here."
Applying more pressure around her neck, he pushed them forward till her breasts braced against the hard unforgiving sculpture of the angel watching from above.
"Oh my sweet Violet… don't you know by now? I will never leave you… you make me feel alive… you free me from the chains of my past… there is no turning back now. I am yours, forever."
There it was, his ghostly whisper dripping like honey all over her body, slipping down over hard peaks burning to be touched, down between thighs that begged for more of his attention.
"Please… Tate!"
Lifting his dark eyes up towards the heavens, he grinned wickedly hearing her beg for more.
With one hard thrust he cried out, his head falling back, his mouth open as his fingers dug painfully into her skin.
Deep inside her now, he paused as his free hand drifted over her pulsating clit, bathing in her immediate reaction, the swiftness of her orgasm that clenched his weeping cock.
"I fucking love you Violet, my sweet, sweet Violet."
Her head rolled back against his shoulder, melting in the velvet tone of his voice as he pounded furiously, almost violently, lifting her dirty feet from the bones buried in the ground beneath them, rattling the quiet slumber of the dead.
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