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Love, I'd never hurt you.

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I felt the intense glare on my back... cold, even despite the sunny weather and sweater I wore.  Her fingers tracing down my spine through the layers, shivering I stopped for only the shortest moment, long enough so my companions wouldn't notice, not that they acknowledged my presence anyways... and just long enough to breathe, count rapidly to ten and compose myself.  I had to make sure it wasn't a dream, casually looking my shoulder I began the search for my demon.

She was impossible to miss, and I could hardly believe that the others didn't recognize her presence.  Her long blond hair floating in tendrils around her violet eyes, clothes billowing in a non-existant breeze.  Goosebumps raised on my arms as she pulled left her slouch and pushed herself to her full height.  Head only a few inches above mind, her lips wandering so close... small but full, barely a shade darker than the rest of her skin.  She wasn't white, but certainly not tan... she was someone who had been exposed to the sun, perhaps she had gotten a burn, that had faded away to a slight yellow tinge.

She moved, suddenly gone from the scant vision I had managed over my shoulder.  So I looked forward, relieved, surely she must be gone.  Yet she was there when I turned, caressing the smallest companion's arm and staring with lust clear in her thinned eyes.  If only the tiny one could have seen her.

Her yearning killed me.


She was so beautiful, so sincere in her caring... gliding along in front of us, lids never twitching, orbs never glancing away from the tiny female.  
I became angry with her, attempting in vain to send her away.  

Why wouldn't you listen?


Instead she used words to communicate to me her purpose of being here... wrapping an arm around the smaller's shoulders.  How could she be so oblivious to the ice that was encasing her?
"She could very easily be mine."
I looked up to her, doubtful, she could do nothing... unless it was through me.  Her control over me suddenly startling me, I was her puppet, my overall purpose... to be used by her.
"You know I control you, you think of it this very moment."
The tears welled up, as I realized what she wanted me to do...
"She could easily be mine, if she were dead." she said it passively, as if it didn't matter.  and the overwhelming urge to produce the knife from my bag almost took over.

I moved faster, striding briskly ahead of them, and I felt their glances on my retreating form.  The path came into my vision almost too late, my hand poised, prepared for what she was asking it to do.  Thankfully, he had much more accuracy when it came to these things... and he would never allow me to hurt someone I loved.
I held back, moving towards the prison much quicker, hoping she wouldn't speak.

"VIC!
I looked back, almost groaned and moved more swiftly when her voice echoed through the air.
"I LOVE YOU."

I couldn't say a word.
I consider it horror...
I love you,
I truly do...

If you had listened, each time I had tried to speak... perhaps you would have realized.
She's a lot more dangerous than you think.
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