Tell me you love me

I was walking alone in the forest and I came across a steep hill…There was a house on the top. I super curious, so I climbed up the hill. The hill was pretty muddy, but I had my combat boots to help me up.

I reached the top and walked to the house and knocked on the rattely old wooden door, no answer. Still being curious, I turned the doorknob and the door wasn’t locked so I opened it. I walked in. Everything was really kinda in a style I would like, all black. The floors where black and marble. There was a spiral staircase in the middle of the room that was right there after the door. Now I was kinda freaked out, but still curious, so I walked around the main floor and into some deserted room. There was a black steel table with a black crystal orb. For some unknown reason, I picked it up and walked to the stairs and walked up them quickly. Now, for some reason, I felt really stupid for ever entering the house, and I was scared. I was shaking and felt as if I was going to cry. I reached the top and stopped exactly at the top of the stairs and I heard footsteps. I dropped the ball and it hit the floor pretty hard. The footsteps stopped. I dropped to my knees and started to cry, then felt as if someone was breathing down my neck. I cried harder, but then I felt an ice cold hand touch my face and wipe a tear away. I whimpered and turned to look at the owner of the hand, and it was a guy I once knew. I thought he moved away, to another country, even…But yet he was there, right in front of me…But he looked different. Pale…Sickly…Almost…Dead looking. The only non-dead-ness on him was his face looked as if he where concerned because I was crying. I was shaking and had my back pressed against the wall. “Are you okay?” He asked monotoniously. I remained silent and he knelt down in front of me and picked the black crystal orb up and handed it to me. “You dropped this…” He said softly to me. That soft voice I recognized…It was Brandon, I knew it had to be him now, no doubt. I reached out slowly and took the orb in a gentle grasp. I was still frightened, and I looked up to him. “Why are you here?” I asked him, and he merely shook his head sadly and stood. “You should leave here, Rachel. You don’t want them to know you’re here…” He whispered to me and turned and walked around a corner of the hall, and I no longer heard his footsteps. I was really scared so I yelled farewell to him and ran out of the house and slid all the way down the hill. The forest wasn’t really that far from my house, so I went home immediately. I was all muddy and stuff, so I went to take a bath and set the black crystal orb on the sink. As I was bathing, the orb cracked, and cracked some more, then it broke into an almost puzzle-like state, but it was still connected at the bottom. I was starting to get scared again, as I had just begun relaxing. Then, this sweet music started playing. It was eeriely beautiful, and I fell in love with the music. I got out of the tub, dried off, got dressed, and grabbed the orb, which stopped playing music and closed up again. I ran back into the forest, back up the hill, back to the house, and began pounding on the door. An old woman answered the door and I asked to see Brandon, and she wanted to know how I knew him. I told her I went to school with him, which I did, but she said he never went to school. I begged and pleaded to see him, so she finally sighed and let me in and called for Brandon. He walked slowly down the spiral stairs, and stopped at the bottom, glaring to me. I asked what was wrong, but he lead me upstairs and pushed me to a wall and started to yell at me because I had returned. I explained how the orb had somehow broken, and showed it to him. He just yelled at me some more and ripped it out of my hand and whipped it out the window. I started to cry and he said, “Shut up or I’ll kill you!”, and he had a knife in his hand. I didn’t stop crying, so he took the knife and just barely slit my cheek and I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and stopped crying out of fear. “Good girl…” He softly whispered, and wiped a tear off my face like before, and then moved his hand under my chin. Then he tilted my head up a bit, but I wouldn’t let him kiss me, so I reached up and slapped him across the face. He took the knife right up to my neck and I whimpered. He told me we’d be together forever because I had returned. He said I would die if I ever left him, and I just turned the other way and looked down at the floor. He again reached under my chin and turned my head and pulled my face closer to his. Again, I would not let him kiss me, so I pushed him away and he dropped the knife. He crawled over to me and stood, then took me by the neck and picked me up and held me against a wall. I kept trying to break free from his grasp, but a metal clasp came from his hand and affixed itself around my neck. There was a chain on it and the end was in Brandon’s free hand. Seeing there was no point in trying to get away now, I stopped trying to get away and I hung there, a few tears rolling freely down my cheek. “Much better my pretty…” He said softly, letting go of my neck and I dropped to the ground and reached up and rubbed my neck a bit. I stayed on my knees and looked at the floor, now seeing my mistake in returning. “You should have listened….” He said, “You shouldn’t have come back…..But now…”, he said and tugged the chain and again kneeled and put his face right in front of mine, “You’re mine.” I continued looking down at the floor, trying to ignore him, but he just pulled the chain harder, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me you love me, tell me you’ll never leave me.” He said to my face, and I didn’t reply. “Tell me you love me!” He yelled, and pulled the chain harder. “Do it now or I’ll kill you!” He yelled again. I just whimpered and looked up at him. He stood, with the chain still in his hand, and walked to his bed, a good ten feet away from where I was kneeling. “Say it….” He grumbled, but still I looked away without a word. He growled then ripped the chain back and I flew forwards and hit the floor hard and let out a hurtful cry. “Fine…You can be that way.” He said, stood, and walked out the door with the chain still in his hand. I didn’t want to be hurt anymore, so I followed him and hel ed me down the stairs and into his basement. It was really dark in there, and there where no windows or anything. He dragged me back to a cold wall, far away from the stairs and bolted the other end of the chain to the wall, then walked out of the basement and closed the door, leaving me in the cold dark basement. I started to cry, but quietly because I didn’t want him to hear me, but eventually I got louder and he heard it and walked down the stairs and I could see his eyes…Glowing a horrible red….And walked to me and slapped me across the face, very hard. “Shut up!” He yelled, then walked back out of the basement and shut the door. I sniffled and wiped my face dry. Later that day, I found myself in his room again, sitting on the floor. I looked around a bit and he was nowhere to be found. I crawled to the door and looked down the stairs. There, in that room I remembered from so long ago, was that black crystal orb, and another girl about my age picking it up. I was so scared. I slid back into the room and she walked up the stairs. She heard footsteps, she dropped the ball, she cried. Brandon came from another hall and said everything he told me to her and wiped the tears and gave her the orb. ‘No…’, I thought. ‘How can he be doing this to someone else?!’ I had to do something, but I couldn’t. The chain was again bolted to the wall in his room, so I decided to scream. I screamed and she didn’t hear me. I thought I wasn’t loud enough, so I screamed even louder. I stopped, and said to myself, “Wait….He didn’t want ‘them’ to find out I was here….That means there where others!” I peered out the door and the girl left and I saw Brandon walking up the hall, then he walked back into his room to me. I was sitting on the floor crying, and he glared to me. I looked up to him and said in a trembling voice, “Why…? Why must you do this to them? What have they ever done to you…?” He looked at me softly, and replied, “They haven’t done anything, except return. They didn’t listen to me, and they wheren’t worthy of living on the outside…And nor where you. All your fates have been predestined, my love, and….Now is your time.”, he said in the softest voice yet. I didn’t know what he was talking about, and I looked at him confusedly. He laughed. “They never know…” Then he stood me up and leaned in on me. “Tell me you love me…?”, he whispered into my ear and I opened my mouth to say something, but he silenced me with his index finger to my lips. He kissed down my neck, and right where my neck and right shoulder meet, I felt a sharp and draining pain. I moaned in pain, but everything began to get dark. He moved his face from my neck and looked me in the eyes, and I could see pearl white fangs gleaming through the darkness, with blood on the tips. I could barely see his face, and he reached under my chin and pulled my face to his and kissed me with a passion, and I whimpered again, then felt cold, hard wood…His floor. Everything was now dark, and I could feel some warmth on my right shoulder for just a bit, and I could hear it like wind, “Tell me you love me…?”

By QueenDraken

Uhm.... I am pretty mean most of the time, according to "Them" (The evil preps and posers at hell [a.k.a school].)...So I dun see why anyone would wanna talk to me, cus no one does anyway....Uh....I'll get back to you on that... (-Is off to go find herself-)