Love Beyond the Graves [Mature]

Devil_Jin · Subject: Love Beyond the Graves [Mature] Wed Aug 26, 2009 11:27 pm

Is there any escape for me? Take me somewhere with n o ~~limits~~...

Anger. Jealousy. Rage. Envy. The feelings that burned through inside one's mind when someone you knew and loved so dearly had been murdered, oozing out dark crimson red and lying stiff. The killer was someone that hated him for stealing true love away from their arms that now lays on the cold, hard floor infront, sucking up to be with. Such a desperate move to make for someone who doesn't have a life let alone still with an obsession with that person and would do just about anything to be by their side. One leaves away while the other stays behind, waiting to see. But that dream wasn't going to happen, one's heart cried on the inside but show no tears on the outside. This meant personal, no one shall touch their lover, nor shed their blood.

"We can finally be together, no one has to stand inbetween us.."

Begging at one's feet with the sounds of being desperate longing to be near-by, loved like the way one would shower the other. Its what the killer desires most, attention, love, the reasons why he bears lying down near one's feet, smiling and covered in blood. Obsession was their mark, jealousy is what burned inside their skin and hope was what the killer wanted once the murder was complete once the other would realize that their love was wasted, the lover should have been burned to him very passionate like that would have happen. Give everything to him and only, no one else shall break that away. Mind completly corrupted with the obsession to be loved. But the fury in their eyes would never bring back their true lover, what needed to be done was give the person what he wants for that kind of action. But love wasn't the answer to give. Death would be his downfall.

"You wish for love and affectionate?"

"I'll do anything...anything to keep this alive."

Anything. That word pulled a smirk on his face, kneeling down to his level. Unknowing to the killer, he would surely die, but not in the fast quick way to death. No, anyone who sheds blood of someone that holds dear shouldn't need quick deaths. Torture. Slow and painful deaths would work best. "I'll do anything that would keep this alive.." A smirk turned into a wicked smile, the sounds of a pludged metal sticking through human flesh from one end to the other as one decides to murder the murderer. Crimson red spilled in small and large drops as the blade pulled throughout the skin, oh how the greatful sounds of death creeping up to him, ready to slit their throat wide open where the blood flows freely like a large water fountain found in the middle of the lakes outside, gushing out water. Shocked. Lying onto the floor of their blood, wondering. Pondering.

"Why? Why kill someone that had loved you so dearly?"

"You don't love, you're only selfish just thinking about yourself and having me love you only for yourself. That's what makes you selfish. You killed my true lover and now I kill you.."

"Don't..!"

The sounds of metal driven inside. Ripping. Tearing through flesh as the cold, hard metal repeats itself, stabbing. The trouble this one brings for their obsession to obtain their love would only bring misfortunate and murder, silent sobs driven away from one's enchanting eyes, dropping, falling into the wind knowing that their lover will not come back from the dead. One made a promise to the dead lover, holding his dead corpse in arms, truely loved him so much death would have been the answer to follow behind, but that wasn't the answer. At least keep going, one day destined to meet once more.

"I shall live once more to keep my burning heart beating to search, one day it should pay off once I am able to find you. We shall be together once more. I am sure of it"

The last words you'll hear through death, a lover's rage. The sounds of sorrow and tears falling from eyes. The years to come of rebirth, no one will take the life of what belonged. Not even the person that so loved him that drove into madness. One's heart belong to the person that he gave it to.

"Wait for me..."

~ Years later... ~

Midnight rose with their shrouded pitch darkness engulfing half the world while the other half shrouded in light, lucky devils they were, able to see everything while the other have suffers through the dark hoping that the little personal lights that were trapped in the lamps and traffic lights, standing around in different places and what not. Mortifying. Why was this world so boring? Well at least when its night and all blazing their red and blue open signs. Along the houses that sat close but not too close towards each other, one stood out from the rest. A full white home with hinds to indigo blue on different places on the home, silver colored fence coiling around the place to protect it from people and their black sign sitting near the mailbox to say the number of this home they lived in.

Contained a few bedrooms with soft, cotton sheets and soft pillows, a dining room with very expensive silverware, a clear, glass table and four wodden chairs sitting round it, entertainment room with a 42 inch television hanging from the walls, and white, leather couch sitting right in front of it, this house was suitable for a family of ten to stay in . Another television set played through one of the rooms set on the news, murder and all. Creeping along the rooms, a soft spoken voice sounded through the room all happy, giddy and what not.

"Come, get up Cynthia. You wouldn't want to be late for your fiance's dinner with his parents now, would you?"

She flung the covers over her head to attempt at not hearing her mother's words which it wasn't much working a bit, at least it was worth a try. "I don't know if I want to go. Why make me go?"

"Cause your father and I arranged this marriage for you to marry Tim, he's a nice boy. Give her a chance."

A groan escaped from under the blankets, pulling them away to at least get up, dress not too fancy or too casual and just go to that stupid little dinner with their arrange marriage with the stalker and a snob, Timothy. Get it over with. The guy had many issues that no one cannot see it yet besides her, stalks her now and then when he has the chance to from school to his home and vise versa, and became obsessed with her since the day he laid his honey brown eyes on him and decided to claim her as his. It would be quite nice to get away from the crazy snob with an obsession that's higher than anyone else's in this world who obsesses with items, and/or people with good looks. Escape this torture. That's all Cynthia thought about the whole entire time dressing up a good looking white, button-up business shirt and black, cotton, poofy-looking skirt.

"You look nice, just like your father when we went out on a date. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me.." She Reminisced, Cynthia wanted to gag just hearing that.

"Must you have to take me back to your time when you were ALLOWED to date anyone you wanted, UNLIKE me who's getting married to a crazy psycho." She muttered out bitterly, holding pent-up rage inside not to completly break her mother in half.

Her mother sighed. "We're just want you to have a better future with this guy. Besides, we want grandchildren and he seemed the right person to go with. Now, go on. I don't want you to be late."

"I get the feeling you want me dead." She continued to mutter under her breath while walking a few block to the restaurant that his parents requested for her to meet.

She wanted to stall some time before facing certain doom of meeting 's parents and see how and what was with him and his obsessioness and snobbiness of girls, might have gotten it from his father, that could be it. All the thoughts rushed to her head, just thinking about it. Mother must be a nut-job and father has to be some sort of idiot to think her son is overly obsessive with girls and all. Before even reaching up to the place, she waited outside for a few minutes, standing there against the wall a few feet from the door, letting out some steam before walking in there to meet the little psycho and his estrange, rich family.

"Why me? Why do I have to suffer this stupid arrange marriage to a psycho snob? Surely, he'll eat me before the truth comes out." She mumbled, sighing silently just thinking about going inside and meeting with him.

His lies will get the best of him when the wrong words he wanted to say would just slip out from his own lips, she couldn't wait for that to happen. Maybe they'll call off this stupid wedding, it would be so lovely to finally get away from the psycho that prowls after girlss to make them his and only. But that wasn't going to happen one bit of it, since both hers and his parents were nothing but complete idiots for arranging this whole wedding crap, there's no what telling they could come up with, regardless of this wedding ceremony. Cynthia hoped he wasn't in there yet, or better, not even near the place. It would be so lovely not to come and wait for his snobby self with his parents. Maybe they called it off. She thought every mishap that could happen to him. Car crash, something. But it felt weird just standing around and waiting for the bastard to come.

Someone could be around, waiting for the right time to jump. Who knows? It could be someone that she never knew that was watching closely at her movements. Actions. She's completly unaware of it, that makes some use to it.

ooc: Its like the movie Bram Stroker's Dracula, but it doesn't have to be follwed like the movie. Blood and gore is assured..any questions...ask. ^ ^

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