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It was a dark night, the moon was full and a heavy fog swirled around my bare feet as I ran through the forest. Behind me I could hear soft thrumps like a boot stomping on a thick quilt. My breath was coming out in short puffs making little clouds steam. I had tuned all of my senses to the hurried footsteps behind me.
The next thing I knew I was laying flat on my face, with my onyx hair falling into my emerald eyes, and my ankle twisted awkwardly, feeling as if it was no longer part of me. I screamed, louder than a new born babe. Then I felt it...a cold knife against the back of my neck, "No! Please!" I screamed.
He leaned down, his mouth inches from my ear and his silky baritone voice whispered, "Yes." His knees dug into my back and he laughed, "My little rabbit, she has been caught by the big bad wolf."
I twisted and turned, and the blade dug a shallow trough into my neck. It sliced through my dark hair cropping in short in the back. "I may be a rabbit, but I will never be yours!" I spat the words and he dug the blade deeper into my tender flesh.
I closed my eyes and I could picture the smirk on his handsome face. I could see his cold as ice, piercing sapphire eyes, his thick mop of ebony hair. "You are mine, and will be until you die." He whispered ominously into my ear, the threat laced also with what sounded like tenderness.
Then it all came crashing down on me, I felt the remaining color all drain out of my already pale face. I didn't really think he could, would, kill me. I thought the chase was one of his twisted games, that the knife was a mere prop. But no, he really was going to do it, he was going to kill me.
"N-no!" My voice came out in a horse gasp.
The blade began cut deeper into the skin, deep enough to increase the small trickle of blood into a steady river. I knew for certain I was going to die, die by the hands of the handsome beast, who claimed he loved me. "I'm sorry, little rabbit." He spoke his words tenderly, like a mother trying to calm her baby. "This was no game."
I felt him get off of me and gingerly pick me up as a groom would his new bride. "I loved you more than you think, more than you'll ever know." Through the dark haze over my vision I saw him smile sadly and lean down to kiss my cooling forehead. I closed me eyes and as everything went dark I heard him whisper one last time, "Forgive me."
 CobaltLemon · Tue Oct 20, 2009 @ 04:35pm · 0 Comments |
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