Fan Fiction ❯ Dijin's Bell ❯ Missing You, Loving You ( Prologue )

Dijin's Bell

 

 

 

 

By:ObtuseNeneko

 

 

 

 

AN: This will be a fantasy/horror story, so if you don't like blood of explicit violence, coarse language, and missing body parts, don't read this! There won't be any sexual scenes in this story any time soon. You have been warned. I write this for mostly my own amusement, and boredom. I do not condone anything that is done in it.

 

 

 

Chapter 1: Missing You, Loving You

 

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“Fuck you.” The words slid over her tongue and through her teeth.

 

It tasted delicious.

 

Clicking her teeth together twice in rapid succession and growling at the dark violet figure that stood in front of her.

 

All she could see was copper eyes looking out at her.

 

“But you are lost.” It said in a saccharine sweet voice.

 

It laughed; great heaving bouts of choking laughter were coming from the great gaping hole in the middle of what should be the face.

 

It stopped abruptly, took a breath and let out a loud high pitched wail. The sound was a mix between a cat yowling and nails on a chalkboard.

 

The sound made her whole body tense up, tears pooled in her eyes.

 

The hole in the face closed. The whole of the being shifted looked out of focus for a moment and then warped back revealing a very naked grown bald woman with large breasts and curvy hips. She would have been beautiful if it wasn't for the fact that her mouth was full of razor sharp jagged teeth.

 

“Lost being.” It mewled and slumped over to fall on its side, rear in the air.

 

It twisted and convulsed for a moment before slamming its face on the floor. Pushing with its feet, arms hung limply by its sides, it pushed its way forward, teeth tearing the floor as it went.

 

“Poor little lost thing.” She could hear the muffled voice, still it came closer.

 

It was frightening and beautiful at the same time. The lithe supple body moved with grace even in its strange position, leg muscles rippled as it inched closer to the frozen young woman.

 

“Oh the pity.” It stopped and sobbed quietly for a moment, and then lurched up. Breasts thrust upwards, arms flopping. “Pity-y.” It said on an indrawn breath.

 

She knew what happened next, it always happened this way, night after night, dream after twisted dream and still, the knowledge that this was all fake made it no easier to see, to taste, to hear.

 

The head of the being lolled to one side, resting on a shoulder. It smiled as much as it could with all of those menacing teeth.

 

“Love you, love you, and love you, and love you more.” It murmured, hips thrusting forward.

 

“Lost soul, no soul, and my soul, and my soul.” Pale gleaming skin on the things head began to darken with tiny beads of blood. Growing bigger and bigger as light pale almost white purple hair began growing.

 

Above the vacant copper eyes, lightly dusted on her arms, and then between her legs. Pinpricks of blood began to seep out, only to be replaced by soft pastel violet hair.

 

It wasn't until the rippling waves were on the floor and sweeping out behind her that she spoke again.

 

“Are you lost now? Are you lost then? Then, now, then, now.” Long graceful fingers twitched, reaching forward as the being said it.

 

“Fuck you!” She spat again, it was the only thing that would actually come out of her mouth without bile rising in her throat.

 

It just smirked, hands thrusting forward and dropping to her knees. There was a small pause in the air before the thing sprang up off of the ground and then going limp again. Its toes barely touched the floor.

 

It began to wail, shaking ragged cries, but the body didn't move.

 

Then the head snapped up, copper eyes flashing hatred. “Find me.”

 

One hand reached up and rubbed the left side of its face vigorously. “See me? Seeeee me?”

 

The rubbing stopped, fingers over her eye, and without warning the thing dug into her eye socket blood streaming down her face and onto those horrid teeth.

 

There was a hollow sucking sound as the third finger dug in with the other two.

 

“Hmmmm. . . . “ It said. “Hmmmm. . . .”

 

It still dug into its head as if it were looking for something, as it were simply reaching into its pocket.

 

The head twitched back and forth as the fingers dug further, side to side with that sloppy sucking noise.

 

Violently ripping the fingers out of the eye socket she flung her hand forward, bits of blood and tissue sprinkling across the other girl who just stood there.

 

One bloody finger pointed, nerves dangled from the tip before sliding off to the floor. That one lone copper eye stared accusingly.

 

“You better find it, find me, you will die without us. Die alone and lost. Confused little thing.” It swirled that one finger as she said it.

 

The bile in her throat threatened to choke her, smother her with its acidic bitter taste. It was on the back of her tongue and stinging her nose bringing tears to her eyes.

 

She couldn't stop staring at that huge gaping hole where her eye used to be. The red blood and purple almost black meat of the inside of her head stood out in stark contrast to the pale skin and pastel hair.

 

It knew it made her sick, to see the horrible things it did, but it only smiled that nasty smile and continued.

 

“Get used to it!” It snapped at her smoothing her hand over her eye and back through her hair. The eyelid that hung there flaccid now stuck on her eyebrow.

 

The body shifted out of focus again, this time disappearing.

 

Hot breath trailed over her neck, a loving caress, a stink of copper, a stink of blood.

 

`Don't blink, don't breathe, you know she's there, and you know you'll look.' A soft voice said to her.

 

Like every night, she felt the warm sticky hand on her cheek pushing her head right up against the beings.

 

Sticky, sticky, slick with warm red blood. A plump cheek right up against hers, she looked at the thing from the corner of her eye and dry heaved, but she couldn't pull her head away.

 

In that dark cavern, pulsing, undulating, bits of flesh and tissue, bones stained pink with blood. Somewhere in there she could see the sharp creases in the brain.

 

A copper eye crinkled at the corner. “Find me.” It cooed. “Love me.” It said, blood oozing down over both of their cheeks with every movement of the lips. Sharp jagged teeth caressed the corner of her mouth.

 

The sticky crackle could be heard as it pulled away.

 

Again, like any other night, the morning came. And with the morning came the sound of the violently retching violet haired girl on the floor next to her pile of dirty discarded blankets.

 

The other children who also made their home in the back of the abandoned building didn't even look her way. It was a natural occurrence. Even when the color that stained the cement floor was more blood than bile.

 

She got sick until it hurt, until tears were running down her red face. And she knew that tomorrow night, when she curled up in her filthy rancid blankets; the dream would come again and again.