Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction ❯ Night ❯ Chapter 1

 

Slash. Slash. Slash.

 

The digital face of the alarm clock glowed green, four flashing zeroes beating in time with the soft music playing in the background. Midnight. A new day. Bright anaemic rays of moonlight trickled through gaps in the old wooden blinds, accentuating the sharpened silver edge of a gore-stained razorblade. A razorblade that was forced down on bare flesh again and again and again, turning the smooth skin into a mess of crimson fluids and ruined epidermis.

 

Slash. Slash. Slash.

 

Each glorious stroke became more frenzied than the last. Dark blood splattered wetly against purple walls, creating a magnificently abstract masterpiece of dripping scarlet paths that melted into each other as they pooled onto the wooden floor. The same pattern was recreated all over the pale flesh, great gouts of blood dribbling from the worsening wreck and staining the white bed sheets beneath it. But still, the razor came down harder and harder, faster and faster.

 

Slash. Slash. Slash.

 

The boy had ceased thinking. All of his energy was concentrated into the violent swinging of the blade, the biting agony as it connected over and over with yielding tissues, the lovely music that rang out when it struck bone. He did not sense the creature behind him, the creature with centuries of practice in lurking in shadowed corners. The creature that knew him better than anyone else; that scrutinized him in great detail every night but had never before dared to approach him.

 

“Mortal.”

 

That single word, spoken gently with a heavily accented voice immobilised the boy, who let the razor drop from a suddenly trembling hand. He shivered, not wanting to look at the apparition behind him. Surely it was his imagination? The blood loss was surely causing him to hallucinate. Reluctantly, he turned in the direction of the voice.

 

A small gasp escaped from his pallid lips. It was beautiful, whatever it was. Though obviously human in shape, its features held an allure far beyond those of any person. Even in the dull moonlight, its hair gleamed an ersatz blue that reminded the boy of a placid ocean. He sat there, hypnotised by the soft pulsing of the wavy locks as the creature moved to sit beside him on the blood-sodden bed.

 

It grabbed his ruined arm, though not cruelly, and pressed the extirpated mass of tissues to its frostbitten lips. The boy gasped as he felt a cold tongue flick in and out of the wound, lapping up the crimson liquor that still bled from it. Every single miniscule touch seemed erotic, tiny waves of pleasure shuddering through his body as he realised the creature was healing him. He could feel thin fibres fusing together, stopping the warm flow that stained his arm, mending the torn nerves.

 

Finally, the skin was as smooth and marble white as it had been before, without a single hint of broken flesh or even scar tissue. The creature lifted its head and gazed at the boy's stupefied face, deep azure eyes tilted with a hint of sly amusement. It bent down and kissed him. He marvelled at the warmth of those lips, that seconds ago, against his arm, had felt glacial, and realised that it was his own lifeblood that caused the sensation. He wrestled his arm from the grasp of the creature, and crawled back against the bloody wall, eyes widened in fear, desperate to escape from this abnormal being.

 

“Do not be afraid mortal. I will not hurt you. I have watched you for a long time now. You intrigue me.”

 

The creature slid over to the boy, on top of him, so that he was straddling the trembling body. Smiling gently, he bent his head again, so that he could whisper in the boy's ear.

 

“I love you.”

 

At the mention of these three simple words, the boy turned his head sharply, trying to avoid the penetrating blue gaze of the creature. But it was much stronger than he was. A small flick of a soft hand and he was staring once more into those amused eyes. It forced its cold mouth over his again, and he realized just how much he needed it. He parted his lips a little, inviting the creature to explore the warm wet space beyond it. The creature seemed pleased by his dubious compliance, and for a while their tongues skirmished wildly, until they were overcome by a need for sweet oxygen.

 

“Would you me to take care of this?”

 

The creature indicated to the boy's hardened cock that he had been completely unaware of. He flushed lightly, and nodded, embarrassed to be seen in such a state by something so exquisitely radiant. The creature quickly complied, wrapping slender fingers around the sensitive muscle. It began to pump slowly, dragging long nails along the entire length, making the boy shudder with sheer delectation. The movement became faster and faster, his moans became louder and louder, until he finally released into the creature's hand with a scream.

 

As he opened his eyes, he could see the creature licking the pearly-white come from its own hand. A single, harsh ray of sunlight poked its way through the blinds, illuminating the boy's bare chest. He blinked. The creature was beginning to fade away. Alarmed, he sat up, pulling his back away from the sticky wall with a dry squelch.

 

“No…”

 

“It is ok, mortal. I will return, when it is night again.”

 

The musical voice dulled as its owner's body dissolved into the darkness. Small tears pricked the corners of the boy's eyes, ran down his cheeks like white hot rivulets of steel, as he waited in silence for the torturous day.