Proper goodbyeA Story by Valkyrie Warrior A boy is violently haunted by his dead girlfriend.
Beau stood by the window, watching the police car drive off down the drive. She was dead. Lily was dead, found raped and stabbed in the park just across from his house. Beau felt sick, how could he let this happen, she was so close to him, the park was just there. Beau sank to his knees, with his head in his hands, it was all his fault, how could he let this happen, how!? It was getting dark outside, the street lamps had just come on and Beau knew his mother would have just arrived at the bar. Suddenly the house just seemed so quiet and empty. This feeling made Beau shiver. His room was very dark now, but he didn't notice how quickly it had darkened.
Beau crawled across the floor and climbed onto the bed, curled up under the sheet as he began to shiver, it had suddenly become freezing in his small attic room. The window panes frosted over with a crackling sound. "Beau," said a soft female voice. Beau sat straight up. "Lily!?" he said, looking over towards the door.
She was standing there. His beautiful, dead girlfriend, smiling. "You’re dead." Beau said, his voice shaking. Lily was over his bed in a flash, leaning down over him and snarling. "Now darling," Lily hissed, "That is not a very nice thing to say." Beau flattened himself into the bed, he was shaking all over and his eyes were wide with fright.
"Now, now darling" Lily purred, stroking a surprisingly solid hand across his head, "Why are you so scared? It’s your fault I am dead".
Beau said nothing, but just shook his head, staring into the cold, dead eyes of his former lover.
The door opened downstairs and Lily stood up, stilling staring at Beau, "I'll be back." Lily hissed. Beau just stared, petrified, as her smiling form faded. Then he cried.
It was a matter of days before Lily returned. Beau, who convinced himself he was dreaming at the time of their encounter, was lying in his bed, headphones in, listening to his iPod. Suddenly the music stopped. Beau checked the screen, but it was black, like it had run out of batteries, but he still had it on charge. That's when he saw her standing by the window, her face lit by the streetlight outside, her torn dress floating around her thin frame. Beau screamed, but the sound of terror was cut short as Lily's strong hand closed over his mouth. "Shh," she cooed, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "We don't want to wake the neighbors". Beau had never been so scared in his life. His whole body was frozen with fear and his blue eyes refused to leave Lily's black ones no matter how hard he tried.
Lily kissed his neck, biting slightly with her teeth in a way that used to make Beau want to embrace her but now just filled him with terror. Beau shuddered and Lily bit down harder on his neck, Beau felt the warm, wet blood trickle down the side of his neck but he was powerless to stop her. She continued to bite him, drawing her nails down the side of his face and leaving deep cuts like they were razor blades. Beau moaned in pain and terror and Lily giggled, lifting her head from his neck. "Oh, I do love to make you moan," Lily purred, her eyes filled with lust. The spell was broken and Beau struggled against her now weak frame, pushing her off him and sitting up. Lily snarled, her teeth pointed like knives and Beau started to scream again.
By the time Beau's parents burst into his room Lily was gone and all Beau's wounds had disappeared. His parents simply ignored his frightened babbling about Lily coming to get him and told him it was just a dream. But Beau knew it wasn't a dream this time. Though the wounds were gone, he could still feel them burning like hot wires on his skin. Beau didn't sleep at all that night.
For a week all was calm. Beau hardly slept and his parents noticed he was getting thin and pale. Until the night after Lily's funeral. This night was to be Beau's last haunting.
"Hello Beau," Lily murmured in his ear one night, waking him from his sleep. In her hands Lily held two sets of handcuffs, the sight of which used to make Beau excited but chilled him to the bone. "You never gave me a proper goodbye," she purred, holding up the handcuffs. "B... But," Beau stammered, "I went to your funeral today." "That doesn't count," Lily pouted. "But anyway," Lily said, lighting up, "This is more of a hello."
The police found the body of Beau Strauss handcuffed naked to the bed. He had been stabbed. Nobody noticed the two figures standing hand in hand in the park: a boy and a girl, smiling up towards the house.
© 2015 Valkyrie WarriorAuthor's Note
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Valkyrie WarriorVallhallah , My mindAboutHello again I have decided to return to this community for real this time. Sorry to all those who sent me read requests, I am getting on to those as you read this :) more..Writing
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