Last one for now. More will come tomorrow. :)
Haunted
The box lay untouched on her night-stand, and Kirsty sat upon her bed, her brown eyes watching it intently and completely ignorant of everything else which surrounded her. She may have been merely sitting there, but she felt as though she was running towards someone, a familiar face.
A face she knew all too well, a face adorned in pins. His leather-clad hand was outstretched, and she always ached to take it.
She could hear him speak her name, whisper long, lost words to her. His dark, cold, ethereal voice sent delicious shivers down her spine, which she revered and hated simultaneously. She knew he was watching her, even all the way from his own dimension. Always forever there, always haunting her. Always wanting her.
Saving her from those who were unworthy enough to touch her, filling her mind with erotic and painfully luscious visions of what could be their eternity together in this alternate dimension.
She willed herself to remain strong, but knew she was fighting a losing battle, for she wanted him, and all that he promised her.