[i "When we finally got the two of them separated, the entire room shifted with a dark shadow, and they were screaming like the devil himself had a hold of them. I kid you not, we had deputies holding them apart and it was like the two of them were taken by demons trying to get back to one another. Inhuman strength, I could hardly believe it, both of them took 'round four guys each-and these were big guys-even the girl managed to throw a man twice her size across the room. Unbelievable strength...
They knew that if we caught them, they would fight for their lives because there was no way that they would make it out after everything they did. So many families and communities were left without closure for so long, we'd be looking for the death penalty, and they knew it. When we got to speak with them, it was like there was two people inside one body, you never knew [b who] was going to answer the questions."]
The Blackout Butchers, also named the Glenfield Murderers and the Harborview Slayers, would end up becoming one of the most well-known and publicized killer couples in the last few centuries, upon final apprehension the death toll would be speculated to near seven hundred bodies or more, yet the actual victim count is still unknown. Their reign of terror over the entire expanse of the country will spread panic and hysteria throughout their media coverage for years to come. They were ruthless in their selections; they left no traces, no weapons left behind or manners of forced entry leaving law enforcement baffled for decades.
[i "I have no doubt that they were unnatural, the entire confrontation was pure insanity like a maelstrom of chaos-they weren't right, when we finally got them. You see, they had ways to make their victims feel oddly at ease, they were polite and charming even, that most people in those days would hardly believe they were letting one murderer inside, let alone two. Then they got real sadistic and violent once they were where they wanted to be. The things they did to some of the bodies, I have a hard time believin' they could be sane human beings. This was a young man and woman who started out as bright, young adults who finished college and then something just-[b went wrong]-after graduation.
I've heard people talk about how they think demonic forces were involved, many theories stemming from a recording of one of them telling investigators about how they were using an Ouija board days before their first kill. I have a hard time believin' demons were the cause but it definitely makes you question it when you see what they did. You know, back then not many people used cell phones, they were still a semi-new invention and it made things very difficult to call for help when there's no power or anything-that's how they got you. The Blackouts."]
They had been introduced to each other at a college party but it wasn't until they had been together for about a year before the first murder even happened. They were foolishly playing with an Ouija board after a few drinks; from there it was an easy slip into death, and once they got the hang of it they were wiping out several houses on a block during the fatal blackouts by which they were named. Shutting down all power and communication doomed their victims to hours and even days of malicious torment and torture behind locked doors. They stuck around an area until growing bored enough to move on to the next town, the next neighborhood, and the next killing spree.
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[i "They were drifters mostly, they were exceedingly smart in always moving at the right time, they had a keen sense of when we were getting too close and constantly led our officers on wild goose chases every few months. They kept taunting us with letters written in blood or spelled out with corpses, horrible messages that terrorized the public and the victims' families. They'd use up all the resources their victims had, even stealing their cars and then they'd disappear for a couple months making us lose the trail; the first admitted murder was 'round 1985, forensic DNA testing would be first used a year later in 1986, so we didn't have much to go on. Back then we didn't have the technological means to solve the homicides so a lot of them went cold.
As the cases piled up all over the country it became increasingly apparent that we were dealing with something the country had not seen before. Towards the end, when we were finally closing in they had so much media coverage they became celebrities, blown up into larger-than-life idols who were glorified and even romanticized by many in the public. They liked to target small communities, you know, the ones where everyone knows your name. These were places where it was safe to leave your doors unlocked, your kids play out in the yard unsupervised without worry-a community that may have one homicide in twelve years or more.
The amount of devastation left from these murders also had the biggest impact, they took away more in the aftermath than the killings themselves. People were so shocked and affected so badly that it disrupted the way of life for many folks, how do you move on when something so painful destroys your entire life? I believe that was the cause of their hubris, they would see everything turned upside down and then flaunt their work as if to say [b 'Witness what I have done and weep, because there's nothing you can do about it.']"]
Every evaluation, report and interview with either of the serial killers in custody would further document how crazed the two became, and continue to unravel the hellscape they created. Many would debate on demonic influence causing the two young adults to snap, citing several occult and demonic sigils dotting the crime scenes in blood, but confirming records of demon possession are still inconclusive. A spirit is classified as an entity once being a human who has passed on, a demon is an entity that was never human to begin with. It is speculated that the beings inside the two adults were not of human nature and it is still the belief of many that the Blackout Butchers were possessed by demons...
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[http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=410191 Elias Vale] - [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=1001 Osiris]
[http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=409997 Freya Blakewood] - [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=80562 Canadonewithursh-t]]
Freya was filled with rage even as Elias made excuses for his behaviour, she rolled her eyes and took more big gulps of the alcohol. She was desperate to rid the metallic taste of blood from. However, as soon as he had slammed his hand down onto the counter, the loud sound resonating around the room, it was as if a switch had been turned off in her head and she felt herself returning to normal. That boiling anger simmered down to bubbles and then almost nothing, she was still slightly annoyed that he had called the Priest, but that strong emotion was now replaced by peace. Her body and mind were hers once again, but as her softened eyes turned to Elias, she now wished for the entity to take back full control. Her momentary peace was taken from her again but not by Asura. For the demon would not come back, she refused as she wanted her host to feel more pain and what better than to face the wrath of her beloved boyfriend?
She flinched, raising her arms to protect her face as the object thrown at her barely skimmed past her. Once she recovered, she looked to him in both disbelief and pain. Her heart ached at his words and intentions, it felt as if he had plunged a knife into her heart and yet that seemed like a more forgiving fate than seeing, hearing the hatred he held for her. He wanted to hurt her and she frantically backed away as his hands made a move towards her neck. The tears that threatened to spill now streamed down her face and she whimpered as she tried to hold back sobs. She had closed her eyes, expecting a vice like grip to wrap around her throat and squeeze, but instead she heard a groan and heavy, receding footsteps.
She hesitated to look, but once she finally did, he was gone and the front door slammed shut. Freya hadn't realised until this moment that she had been holding her breath. She gasped for air and her hands reached for the edge of the counter to hold onto as her knees felt weak. Eventually, she let herself go and she fell, not being able to hold back the violent cries that wracked through her body. She wrapped her arms around herself but it did nothing to comfort her. Only Elias would be able to console her and he hated, despised and loathed her… She had never seen him in such a way, it had shocked her to her core… But she knew his feelings to be true for his blue iris', that usually held nothing but adoration for her and warmth, had been dark and showed a clear desire to hurt her…And it was her fault… Panic now began to rise and she was starting to find it difficult to breathe. She panted heavily as her stomach and heart tightened, hands pulling at her hair from the base of her skull. The pain did nothing to distract her as intrusive thoughts creeped in and destroyed her already fragile state of mind.
Elias didn't care for her as she did him, he did not return her feelings, he had lied when she had opened up about her love for him… Had he just been using her? It was the only logical reason, otherwise why would he want to hurt her? Why did not want to see her? Why else had he wanted her to leave? She thought that the demon he was host to was playing with his mind… But that was what Asura had been doing and she was only heightening already existing emotions, her anger had already been there, the female entity had only made them worse. So, Elias would have had to have felt some of that prior to their argument… This did not ease her pain, it only increased it and she stayed, desperately trying to breathe, sobbing, crying out, curled on the floor. Wanting, no, needing her boyfriend who didn't even want her...
She did not know how long she was there, but as she struggled to stand up her body felt numb and weak, her throat was raw and hoarse, eyes were red, puffy and stinging. Her appearance seemed to match what she felt on the inside, for she felt empty. Like there was nothing left to feel. As if she had cried it all out. She dragged her feet to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. A shaky hand placed it to her lips and she took gentle, small sips, the cold soothed the stabbing at her throat and she took it with her as she forced herself to walk to the living room. She then curled up onto the sofa, with a blanket draped over her. The only sounds were the taunting ticking of the clock and her unsteady breathing. She watched the door, tired eyes trained on the wooden panels, on the swirls and lines that hid under white paint and occasionally she would allow herself to glance at the small, golden clock on the mantelpiece.
Exhaustion gripped her but she refused to sleep, Elias was out there in the dark, in a town he did not know. She would not slumber peacefully not knowing if he was safe… Eventually, to pass the time she watched late night television, she read some books but ultimately she would just go back to staring at the door. Unconsciousness almost took her, eyelids growing heavy until she was startled by the audible clicking of the door and she sighed in relief at seeing his figure enter. But then she found herself unable to say anything… She had so much planned on what to say, now that he was here it was as if her lips were glued shut. She stared as she came into her view and she looked him up and down cautiously, half expecting him to lunge at her or shout at her. But he didn't. He looked just as tired as she did and when she looked closer, she saw guilt.
Freya slowly removed the blanket from her, stood up from the sofa and carefully walked over to him. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She couldn't. Not now. So instead, all she mumbled was. "I'm going to bed." It was all she could say and there was no malice or mockery in her tone for it was hers and how could she be that way to her boyfriend? She slipped past him and upstairs to the room they were going to share. She didn't bother to take off her clothes or was away the days dirt and grime… No… She simply climbed under the heavy duvet covers and let sleep finally take her.
It was a dreamless, empty night and she was thankful, she wasn't sure if she would be able to handle a nightmare. She woke up to a blaring alarm she didn't remember setting and her hand came down on the ringing clock. It ceased its movements and all was silent again. She rubbed at her eyes before turning to find that she was alone… Elias must have slept elsewhere… She stretched out her tired limbs, the bones cracking from built up tension. She slipped out of the bed to look at herself in the mirror.
Her brown hair was tatty and messy, heavy dark bags weighed on her eyes. Her mascara had smudged and left trails down her cheeks. Clothes were creased and crumpled… She wanted to return to bed, back to sleep. She didn't want to face Elias who she could hear stirring downstairs. But the Priest was coming today and her brows furrowed in a concentrated frown. Last night had left her feeling weak, vulnerable, out of control… Perhaps it was time to take some back. She could pretend Asura had taken over again, surely he wouldn't be able to tell the difference for she was quite similar to the demoness when it came to murder. Except for the taste for human flesh.
Freya went about the rest of her morning preparing for the meeting, she showered and made herself look like she hadn't been crying all night. Then she dressed in what was almost her Sunday best. A blouse tucked into a skirt with a pair of tights and flats. Modest and classy, nothing too flashy but just enough to look more mature than the average college student. She only hoped Elias would place in the same amount of effort. Once she was ready, and had stopped fidgeting with her hair and clothes, she walked downstairs. She didn't speak to him, still finding herself unable to. Instead, she walked straight into the kitchen to tidy up. She swept up the broken glass and tidied things away. She did anything to distract her hands.
All morning, she refused to talk or look at him. She didn't even stay in the same room as him for long, she always found something to do. One of those things being preparing the basement for their guest. She found a spare chair and long pieces of thick rope. She ensured to keep a piece of cloth in her pocket and she propped a small panel of wood beside the door.
Time flew by for her and soon enough, the doorbell was pushed, it rang throughout the house. She felt excitement run through her. She had never killed a Priest before and yet there was one right at her doorstep. She heard him being welcomed in by Elias and she gave herself one look over in the mirror before heading towards them.
Elias knew she would be upset with what he'd done, even as he nursed the thundering migraine, yet he wasn't prepared for the expression on her face. She had barely left the bathroom before she started questioning him, he fumbled at first-of course it all mattered to him, and that he wanted to keep them both safe, but these were [i demons] from Hell-what's to say they wouldn't kill them or make them kill each other? Freya didn't listen to his protests or barely gave him a chance to respond at all as she fired off again, this time with more viciousness and anger.
Even as tears welled up in her eyes her words slashed like knives, and he could not deny that he wanted to retaliate but physically bit his tongue to not let that happen. The sharp stab of pain was able to keep his attitude in check, long enough to follow her into the kitchen still trying to convince her that if there was any way to rid them of the demons it could be possible with the priest.
[#0061c2 "I-I didn't [i let] her eat people. I [b tried] to stop her, several times."] He leaned against the counter, feeling the migraine and pain at the base of his neck resume, he was gritting his teeth with every sentence. Her anger was so misdirected, it wasn't his fault! Asura made her feast on a family, an infant even, although Elias could not have known if what she said was true, there was a conviction in her tone that made it difficult to deny. How would he stop her without injuring or restraining Freya? [#0061c2 "What would you have me do? -Hit you over the head with a brick?!"] This wasn't fair, it wasn't his fault in the first place, he was against the idea of toying with the Ouija board... Her sarcastic retort made some pressure valve inside his brain go off and he slammed his fist against the countertop as his voice raised to a shout, reiterating that he had tried to do whatever he could think of but it didn't matter.
[#0061c2 "Then why don't you just take your beer and [b get out]!?"] Elias grabbed the nearest thing he could, an empty glass, and threw it towards Freya, shattering it into chunks against the front of the refrigerator. [#0061c2 "I don't even want to look at you!"] He had never experienced this darkness before, filled with a deep-seated rage that burned in the pit of his stomach, his hands kept clenching and unclenching as if he subconsciously wanted to strangle her. He just hurt so bad and she didn't care, she was attacking him for something that wasn't his fault, he knew it wasn't his fault but every minute she accused him made Elias question his sanity.
[b 'Make her suffer.'] A repeated thought bubbled to the surface and he raised his hands as if emulating wrapping them around her fair neck, but he pulled himself away with an exasperated groan. Whether she left or not Elias forced himself out of the room, letting out a whimper of agony as he went back to clutching the side of his head. He couldn't continue, he didn't even want to see her anymore as it was his turn to leave the house. Storming out with heavy footsteps, they pounded down the sidewalk, brushing past other people as he ran with no direction in mind; running the same way he did in his nightmare he struggled to put distance between himself and Freya.
He ran for a while until his breath came in pants of exhaustion, until his legs ached with each step and the wind slashed the inside of his airway. He didn't know the city, but he ran through its labyrinthian layout without abandon, the further away he got the less pain he felt-until only the residual ache was left. Rygel then began to whisper in his ear and confirmed his biggest fear, it pledged that never shall he be with Freya as they were before. It pledged that he would be alone until his end, feeling like a snake coiling around his neck as he struggled to take in air; the demon inside him began to whisper some of the most disturbing things he could make Elias do to Freya.
Rygel could not force Elias to hurt Freya, as often as he tried and as much as he now whispered-but Elias didn't know that. It threatened things worse than death if Elias did not keep away, if he wanted to protect Freya he was told to stay away from her. Elias covered his ears as he continued to walk the streets, barely paying attention to traffic as cars skidded before him and blared their horns at him. He refused to believe this demon would hurt Freya, or would make him hurt her, and with a sickening thought it reminded him that he almost did. Back there, in the kitchen, he [i wanted] to.
Elias then let the information of the priest mentally slip, as if clinging to the thought of holy intervention would save them, Rygel distracted Elias until he no longer recognized where he wandered. The demon taunted him with his own memories, picking apart his inner thoughts and perversely invaded that which he held most dear. Nothing was safe anymore, nothing was hidden, the demon knew everything about him and perhaps only death would free them. Death. It was something he tried to not acknowledge as a way out, but walking the streets alone, being constantly tormented, made him consider jumping out in front of a speeding vehicle, praying they'd crush him beneath the wheels.
Where would that leave Freya?
He couldn't leave her, he wouldn't, he countered the suicidal thoughts, reassuring himself the priest would help them. That's the whole reason he contacted them to begin with, not to hurt or anger Freya, but to help them. Surely they would help them... Yet after a while even the taunting thoughts of the demon inside him failed to harm him, he became numb slowly, ignoring them until the demon receded back into silence. It would take quite a bit more to break him, Rygel was not strong enough yet to fully control Elias but the demon would bide its time and wait.
Every day things would get harder, emotions would get stronger and the demons would win over both of them, they just had to be patient. Elias didn't know how long he stayed out but it took him a while to find familiar surroundings, long enough that evening had fallen and the streetlights came on overhead. A cool shiver raced down his spine as the darkening roads reminded him of the cityscape in his nightmare, he kept checking behind his shoulder, looking for the phantom hounds ready to rip out his throat. His head hurt, his legs hurt and his paranoia increased the longer he stayed out. Yet his thoughts still roamed to his girlfriend, regret over his words and his actions came with the cold, further slowing his gait.
Would she even worry where he was all these hours? Did she even care he was gone? Was she happier... without him there?
Freya may have been pretending to know what had happened whilst Asura had been in control, but she was still upset that Elias had let the Demoness feast on humans in exchange for a measly piece of information. She knew it was the Entity in him that was playing with his mind, but that was forgotten as Asura had not quite yet had her fun.
Never before had she had it in her to be truly annoyed, it wasn't in her nature, but the longer she looked up at her boyfriend the more she felt this anger, this unrecognisable rage build up inside her. It worsened as she was informed that he had gone behind her back and called a priest… Did he not trust her? Did he not care that they might get caught? That they would be taken apart? Did he return her feelings at all?
These thoughts whirled around her head as she stared at Elias, her body was tense, lips pursed slightly as she took small yet deep breaths to try and calm herself… But it was no use… His pleading tone fell on deaf ears and she was blind to his desperate eyes. All she felt now was wrath. She stayed silent as he knelt in front of her and extended his hand, he took hers but she did not hold it back… She did nothing as he winced in pain and as his head jerked to the side. She even watched him leave the bathroom for a moment. Asura was toying with her head and heart, making her feel things that she would not normally experience… It made her want to do things she normally wouldn't consider. She tried to fight it off, but the entity placed thoughts that weren't hers into her head… It made her believe that Elias was simply trying to get rid of her… That was why he asked a priest to visit them…
With this, she pushed herself up from the cold bathroom floor, washed the taste of blood and vomit from her mouth before she followed Elias. When she finally found him, a scowl replaced her otherwise calm, soft features. "Did what I said yesterday mean anything to you?" She started off with this question, her words blunt yet they showed her hurt. It was clear in her brown, chocolate eyes as tears began to form. "Does the idea that they might take us apart not matter to you?" Her voice was raised slightly now.
"Or are you just that stupid to believe that a [I Priest] will be able to drive these demons out?" This new question took a new, unexpected nasty turn as now her wrath took over. She didn't give him the chance to speak, she didn't want to hear the excuses he may come up with. "These entities are able to take over us whenever they want. Did you not think that they'd take back control and kill the Priest? Exposing us more to being caught? Oh wait, I forgot, you're stupid." She snapped towards the end and then walked past him to the kitchen. The taste of Asura's meal was still present in her mouth and she needed a drink.
She pulled a beer out from a fridge and took a large gulp from the bottle. She turned back to Elias when he entered. "Also, why did you let her eat people?" She asked, pausing for a moment. "If it were the other way around I would have done anything to stop yours, no matter what it said or would do. She may have been in control but it's still my stomach… It was still my eyes when I woke back up and I saw a dismembered family in front of me. She made me eat a baby… [I a baby]... All because you didn't stop her." The words were firing out of her mouth, she didn't actually recognise what she was saying. What kind of impact they would have, but she didn't exactly care within that moment. "Oh, that's another thing I forgot, it doesn't really matter to you." She added on sarcastically and took another large swig of the beer.
Freya couldn't remember the last time they fought, it was never really something that they did… The both of them were mature enough to express their feelings in a calm manner… Of course, they had had their arguments just like any couple, but they weren't like this. She had never insulted him like this before or made accusations like this, she hadn't even spoken to him in this way. It was so out of character… But she could only imagine how Elias' entity would make him react.
The things inside of them were confirmed to be demons, creatures of hell, dark forces that desired only destruction and death. They must have come through the Ouija board, Elias rubbed the back of his neck again with the settling pain as Asura, if that was truly its name, detailed what they were and even laughed at him. It made his skin crawl.
[#0061c2 "I-"] He felt like he should wait for Freya to tell him, if she ever would at all about the one with eyes like his, but even as Asura taunted him with questions he could not deny she was pinning every insecure question correctly. He [i was] worried, did she ever think about the other, was he just a replacement? Something she settled for? [#0061c2 "I can wait..."] The concern in his eyes could not be hidden, although he lowered his gaze as he reiterated he would wait for Freya to tell him. The pain in his neck increased, as if his decision was the spiked cause, and even when Asura left him the disturbing feeling lingered, she had grabbed a knife and went to leave. Elias held out his hands as if to stop her but she brushed by him and before long he was chasing after her down the road.
She was talking to someone, chatting with another woman by the time he had reached her, when he got to Freya's side she casually wrapped an arm around him. He tried to be natural, nodding his greeting to her friend but his eyes kept darting over to Freya, how dare this demon be so calm, so collected. Amy had invited them over and before he could decline out of fear Asura readily accepted, forcing both of them into the arrangement. Amy had left and they were alone on the sidewalk, not a single person passed what seemed like a busy street; Elias tried once more to hold Asura back, even going as far as to step in front of her another time trying to keep her from leaving.
[#0061c2 "You can't go! Do you not understand we need to lay low? You're going to get us both caught!"] She would find someway to move around him, to push him out of the way and even though he tried to save any random passerby from the demon as inconspicuously as possible she grew tired of his interference. When she snapped at him Elias took a startled step back, hurt in his eyes as it was still Freya's voice, however changed it was becoming. She looked as though she was going to strike him but refrained, in the end-he couldn't stop her. She used leverage against him and the demon inside him fed on upon his anxiety and doubts, he had to let her go and returned to the house defeated.
While she was gone the pain in his head actually decreased, it made it easier to collect his thoughts and he felt utterly exhausted, drained and filled with despair. He could not live like this, he decided, as much as he loved Freya he would not allow her to be subjugated in the same way. He worked essentially behind her back, contacting churches and speaking to several members trying to get in touch with any form of exorcists. -Wasn't that who he was supposed to contact? He wasn't sure, but eventually he got lucky. He was so wrapped up in his secret mission to rid them both of possession Elias barely realized Freya had returned, until he heard a toilet flush down the hall.
Rubbing his temples to try and ease the lingering migraine he walked towards the bathroom to see Freya sitting on the floor, he lightly leaned against the door frame with a concerned expression. At first he didn't say anything, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looking at the floor dejectedly, he was mustering his courage to let her know what he had done, even though she asked him not to.
[#0061c2 "I... I contacted a priest while you were gone, they're going to come out tomorrow to help us."] He started slow at first as if trying to pick his words carefully, [#0061c2 "We can't live like this, Freya; we don't even have to mention anything about the deaths-they don't need to know. Once we get these demons out of us we can finally go back to the way we used to be, we can even go on that cross-country road trip we've always talked about."] He was practically pleading, even trying to entice her to the idea with the promised trip, kneeling down he went to take her hand in his. [#0061c2 "I don't want to watch you suffer."]
[i [b 'Suffer. Let her suffer.']] Elias' head jerked to the side as a sharp pain went through him with the thought, like someone had just stabbed him. [i [b 'She is weak, pitiful creatures do not deserve to live. Make her suffer.']] The thoughts were heavy, as if each word was engraving into his flesh, they were not his and he knew it to be the being yet without a name. Another stab made him drop Freya's hand to grab the side of his head, it was an agony he had no control over. [i [b 'She will bring you nothing but death, endless death.']]
The demon inside him hated her, he could feel it like a sinking weight whenever he looked at her, did it hate Freya because Elias was so in love? Was the love the problem that the demon despised? He did not know, but the longer he stayed around her the more upset the entity became; finally he could not handle the return of the jolting pain anymore and left the bathroom still holding his head trying desperately to alleviate it. Rygel was its name and it was a controlling demon from the deepest dungeons of hell, crowned with horns and powered by cruelty, with a vicious desire for pain, suffering and deceit it hungered for sway over Elias' body.
To exude domination upon the young man was its end goal but the woman kept getting in its way, it was small inconveniences at first, her presence would hamper its attempts at pushing Elias to lie, steal and of course, murder. So it would make him hurt to drive Elias apart from Freya, Rygel inflicted mental pain to separate them, when Elias was alone with his thoughts the demon would whittle down his defenses until he would do practically anything to get the pain to stop. The nightmares would keep Elias exhausted both mentally and physically, and the constant dread feeling continued as Rygel fed upon his fear. If it could not hurt Freya directly, it would make it so Elias would reconsider being close to her; Rygel would not allow the brunette to jeopardize his dominion and if Asura wanted to keep Freya in tact she would continue to do the same.
Seeing the world through Asura's eyes was strange, everything was normal except from the people. She saw their veins as blood pumped through them, she saw the heart beating in Elias' chest. She heard what the Demoness told him, she knew the Entities thoughts. But, she couldn't stop as Asura taunted and tormented her boyfriend, she wouldn't be able to stop Asura from feasting on the bodies of innocent humans. If she could, she would be physically sick, but Asura was in control now. She was stuck, helpless even. She saw Elias' reactions and how the mention of her biology teacher piqued his interest.
In his blue eyes, she saw that same look the day he killed his best friend. Jealousy. Something that had never been a part of their relationship prior the demons and she knew it was the work of the other Entity. It was twisting Elias' mind, forcing him to be something that he wasn't. She was scared to think of what else it would do, how much it could change the man in front of her. As much as she liked the idea of her boyfriend being jealous and protective, it wasn't Elias. It wasn't who she fell in love with. She liked to think that their relationship would last, that the both of them were strong enough to push through. But, there was only so much the both of them could take… It was only a matter of time until their souls were completely taken by darkness, that they became unrecognisable, shells of their former selves. Elias knew that this was Asura who was talking, but the human mind was a delicate thing and it would be very easy to associate Asura and Freya as the same being.
Meanwhile, Asura seemed to be having a wonderful time. She made her way to the kitchen and raised through the cupboards. She had a hunger, a deep desire to eat. She would not be satisfied with normal food, not even the blood of animals would quench her thirst. She needed flesh, human flesh. The nearest mortal was Elias but, unfortunately, she could not eat him. She growled lowly as she found the kitchen bare and she turned to Elias as he entered in after her. She decided to ignore whatever it was he had said previously, deeming it unimportant. "Since you're too stupid to figure it out on you're own, we're demons, entities, dwellers of Hell. My name is Asura and yes, the one that is in you is with me." She answered.
Her entertainment through tormenting Elias was growing tiresome and she grew irritated by the minute. That was, unt the man asked her about blue eyes and her snarl turned back to its malicious smirk. She chuckled which quickly turned into a laugh. "Oh, this is too easy." She managed to say, leaning her back against the counter as she calmed down. "I thought you wanted to wait until Freya was ready to tell you?" She asked, recalling back to his earlier words. "Or do you just [I need] to know more? To know what she did with him? If she cared for him? If she still cares for him?" She asked moving closer to Elias once more until she was inches away. "Do you just need to know if she imagines that she's with him and not you? If she's only with you because you have the same eyes?" She stared at him for a moment before scoffing, grabbing a small cutting knife and walking away.
Asura didn't bother to wait to see if he would follow, instead she just walked out of the house and slipped the knife under the waistband of her jeans. She was halfway down the street by the time she heard Elias running after her. However, the man would find that he wouldn't be able to talk to Asura as she heard her host's name being called out. She turned to the voice and saw a familiar face from Freya's memories. She was Amy and went to the same school as Freya. She was also her main tormentor. Asura placed on a friendly smile and walked to Amy.
"Amy! Long time no see! How have you been?" It wouldn't seem like the other woman had caused any harm with how she replied back. "It's been too long, last time I saw you was at school Prom. Things have been good, what about for you?" It was as if the two had been friends. By this point, Elias was beside her and she wrapped her arm around him, all too naturally. "Things have been great. This is my boyfriend, Elias, and this is my friend from school, Amy." She introduced them, and the other woman gave a polite smile to him. "It's nice to meet you. Look, I'd love to chat but I have to get back home. I'm free on Friday night, how about you come round for dinner?" Asura eagerly nodded her head. "We'd love to! We'll see you then!" They said their goodbyes and as soon as Amy was out of sight, she seperated herself from Elias. Being that close to him was but a small sacrifice for her little trick on Freya to work.
She looked him up and down before wandering off, looking for a target. However, whenever she made an attempt Elias managed to stop her. Whether it was dragging her away, pushing, distracting her would be a victim. He did everything to stop her. At one point, she became fed up and managed to drag him down a lonely alleyway. "What is your problem? I'm just trying to eat. I haven't had human flesh in centuries." She snapped at him, a glare directed towards him. "If you aren't careful, I'll be forced to eat you." She added on, fists clenched. "Right, let's make a deal. If you let me just eat one person, I will tell you everything that you want to know about Mr. Blue Eyes, hm?" She offered and then watched him think about it. It wasn't long before he hesitantly agreed. "Good boy, now, go back to that house so you don't have to watch." Again, she didn't wait for an answer and she disappeared back off.
An hour passed before Freya staggered through the door. She was in a new set of clothes, her skin seemingly bloodless as she was paler than usual. She closed the door behind her and her hand gripped at the doorway. She could taste the blood, she could still feel the organs in her mouth and move down her throat, she could still see Asura rip and shred at the unsuspecting family of farmers. She couldn't get it out of her head. She feared that if she moved, she would faint… But then she felt Asura's meal begin to rise up and she rushed to the bathroom only to hunch over the toilet and puke the people out.
Asura had taken her out to a farm a few miles away, she pretended to the family that she was lost and being the kind folk that they had been, let her in to use the phone. They were too trusting it seemed as they all left her alone, giving the Demoness the opportunity to pick them off one by one. She ate them all. Their skin, fingers, their insides. Freya was used to killing and had no qualms about taking a life, man, child or woman… But, her murders were usually clean and quick. She had never been interested in slashing her victim to pieces and digging through their organs. In fact, it disgusted her. Asura knew all of this and as soon as she had eaten enough, she allowed Freya to wake back up. Covered in blood, the family laid out in front of her, their bodies twisted and half eaten, limbs and heads were detached from their bodies.
It seemed the Demoness wanted to torture the both of them, even though Freya had been quite complicit this far. After she was done emptying her stomach, she flushed it all away, not wanting to even look at what she had hurled up. However, she stayed there on the floor, a numb feeling taking over her. Her brown eyes darted up as Elias came to view. "She… She made me eat a family." Saying it out loud allowed the realisation to settle in. However, a panic now began to undertake her. Elias knew about her biology teacher and Asura had made him believe that she had been with the man, when in fact the feelings were very one sided. So, instead of explaining, she was going to pretend that she wasn't aware of what Asura had been doing whilst in control.
Elias was still busy outside so lost in his own thoughts he barely heard Freya come outside, he turned at her voice but... It was not [i her] voice. It was difficult to explain even to his brain had he not been tormented by the things inside them before. His eyes widened with recognition, as she mocked and belittled him he could only grit his teeth, trying desperately to not give the demon the reaction it wanted. She insulted his attire and appearance, Elias actually looked down at his clothes but he found nothing wrong with them.
[#0061c2 "What do you want?"] Elias managed to speak after swallowing the nerves that were building, she stepped closer to him and he took a step back. This thing was Freya, but it was not her-a monster that took her body, meaning Freya was still in there somewhere. Elias' thoughts were firing like torpedoes as she dangled a little tidbit of information in front of him, enticing him with curiosity. [i 'Whose blue eyes...?'] [#0061c2 "I know Freya enough for me, she'd tell me things when she's ready. You don't belong with her, why don't you just leave us alone?!"] His voice raised, he couldn't help it as she kept taunting him, he tried his best but it clearly wasn't enough to keep him from lashing out.
She came closer and again Elias tried to step back, leaning away from her with concern written on his face. The demon [i knew] things about him, things that he had shared in secret, in confidence and trust in Freya. Whatever memories they shared together the entity would have full access to, there'd be no safeguards or mental blockades that could stop the thing from looking for them. If it worked with Freya's entity then that would mean it was also the same with his own entity; the secrets they'd confide to each other were violated, the thoughts and memories invaded unchallenged; their bodies could be hijacked seemingly at will as there was no pattern to the madness.
[#0061c2 "Get out of Freya, or so help me I'll..."] He stepped forward with the beginning of the threat as she had taken his cigarette with familiarity, and turned his face when the smoke was rudely blown into his face. [i 'He'd what? What could he do?'] He couldn't scare the entity out, and he wouldn't even dream about laying a hand on his girlfriend. He had no ending to that threat, he couldn't even finish the sentence, and let it trail off as he looked to the ground with frustration. [#0061c2 "What did you just say?"] He asked but received no answer, she replaced the cigarette back to its original spot and she left him-with far more questions than any answers she could give.
His face paled at her last question, he stamped out the cigarette as he rushed to follow after Freya, he vehemently denied any mention of eating [i anyone]. He could handle the verbal insults as best as he was able but he was not going to allow this [b thing] to make Freya eat another human being. The demons would see everything the two of them were 'awake', but it was even more terrifying that Elias and Freya could be able to witness everything as memories that the demons did when they were 'asleep' and out of control of their own bodies. He didn't want Freya to have that mental imagery to wake up to, he wasn't certain how long he'd have to put up with this dark creature yet he knew he would try keep Freya safe. He [b had] to because...
He loved her.
He loved her in ways he could hardly explain, looking at her now, even though he knew it was not his love, he could not help his heart swelling with feelings. Freya bloomed like a flower in the dawn, so delicate, quiet and gentle; a beacon of sunlight brightening the room with her smile, a constant protection that chased away the shadows of the darkness with her loving embrace. He wanted to wake up and see her, every day for the rest of his life, he could not allow this monster to change her-make her a monster. He walked a few steps closer to 'Freya', and asked a few more questions he was hoping would be answered by one of the entities.
[#0061c2 "Who are [i you] really? What do you want with us? Are you with the same thing that's inside my body, the thing that is looking through my eyes?"] Before he could ask more questions his neck got a heavy weight on it from nothing, a strange ache that caused discomfort, Elias rubbed the back of his neck and winced. For a moment he thought it was his own entity going to make things even worse, but nothing happened besides the dull ache that settled in at the base of his skull, within a few hours the ache would progress to a migraine that would further impede his judgement. [#0061c2 "Are you a... spirit of some kind?"]
[#0061c2 "You don't belong here, but..."] He tried to steel his nerves, he didn't like when she spoke of a different man in Freya's life-who had similar eyes to him and why was he even important? The thing just seemed to taunt and mock him at every turn, [i but] maybe they had answers to the more sensitive questions. [#0061c2 "Tell me who you spoke of. Who was he? If you truly can read everything in Freya's mind, prove it, [i and no tricks]."] Elias didn't know why the idea of an ex-lover affected him so much, he couldn't place it but it was a feeling of anger began to boil. It [i bothered] him that Freya would be with another, what if she ever wanted to go back? Would she leave him then, a candle in the dark, for a spark barely able to reignite its flames?
The heartache to losing her now would be unbearable, Elias did not want to even imagine it, but he had to know if it was a possibility. Yet even at the cost of his happiness he could never deny her own, he would give anything to have her smile at him, to laugh at his stupid jokes, to feel her snuggle closer to him wherever they slept. He couldn't lose her. He [b wouldn't] lose her. If someone would ever try to take Freya from him, he wasn't sure what he would do, but the constant prickling feeling of the strange emotion lingered.
[i [b Jealousy.]]
It was a sickly emotion, one that Elias never showed before in their entire relationship, in truth the young man never had a jealous bone in his body, but the demons didn't care-the two of them were assaulted on both sides, from within and out. The jealousy pricked and stung behind his eyes, it made his body tense as if he was about to fight. He wanted to fight-[i 'Wait, that can't be right...'] Deep in his subconscious the demonic creature spread like a disease, a parasite that would consume its host not to death, but to madness. It latched onto memories, goals, hopes and dreams, only to drain them and leech away at anything that could be used against its demonic possession.
It bolstered Elias' negative emotions, while Freya's entity was now in control, his own could do little as it was too weak to make another attempt at taking over Elias body. The more they killed the stronger they'd become until they could possess the bodies forever, breaking down the resistant will from Elias and Freya, until they were mere husks of themselves. So it would bide its time, to which it had plenty, trusting in the deception of Asura and it would wait hungrily for carnage... [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/5bp6vvc.png.jpg]]
Freya had snapped her attention to Elias and she playfully pouted, pretending to be offended by his comment. Deep down, she was just happy to hear him finally speak. She was beginning to feel rather worried, but it seemed he was slowly coming back around. "Hey! That's not fair. I do listen! Just… Not to her…" She had mumbled the last part before picking up as much as she could carry.
The most that Elias knew about her was that her family had quite a sum of money, her father a successful lawyer and her mother a professor at a high end university, and that her parents also enjoyed showing off their sweet, darling daughter in front of guests. To him, they had had similar lives and that was what he would continue to think. She did not intend to tell him of her parents' negligence, how they took their anger out on her nor did she intend to tell him the nightmare she faced at school with the teachers who turned a blind eye to her tormentors… No, she would not let it show how weak she used to be… How weak she was now… It was why she killed.
The original plan was just to rid the obstacle of her being with her biology teacher, but in the moment, as she choked the poor woman and watched the life fade from her eyes, something clicked in Freya. She felt… Whole… Like, a jigsaw piece that had been missing had finally been found. For the first time in her life, she felt strong and powerful. She felt like a God. It was a feeling she had at first tried to ignore, but then she craved it and became irrational.
One example was a night after college, her and Elias had just started dating, after months of ignoring him and keeping things casual, and she had practically been spending every moment with him. It was due to this that she developed a hunger to kill… She had been walking through the woods to the apartment she bought when some unlucky man walked past her. She didn't even think. She didn't have to. She spotted and grabbed a large stick, swinging at the back of his head. He collapsed to the ground with a groan. He rolled over but, before he could even stand up, she was onto him.
Taking the sharp end of the stick, she slammed it down onto his throat, ramming it in. His gargling cries of pain were music to her ears. To her excitement, he had a switch knife on him, she felt it in his pocket. She slipped it out before stabbing and slashing into his chest over and over again. Lips formed into a sick, twisted grin, blood splattering onto her face, staining her clothes, covering her hands. After she had finally noticed that the noises he had been making stopped, she felt satisfied and stared down at her artwork.
She stayed like that for a few moments, before slowly rising to her feet. That was when she heard a twig snap. She looked up and saw one of Elias' friends. "Freya?" He asked her, coming into the light. His face paled as he looked at the body in horror. "Harry, it's not what it looks like." She stated, voice calm and even, kind. It would have been believable too had she not been covered in her victims blood. Harry began to back away from her. "Oh god, you're a monster."
Unfortunately for him, Harry would not get to run away. With the switchblade in hand she threw it at him and it managed to land in his eye. He screamed but knew he had to escape. He had to run. However, Freya was just quicker than him and she managed to get close enough to kick him to the ground. She only needed to kill Harry to cover her tracks, so she swiftly took the knife from his eye and plunged it straight into his heart. By this point, her adrenalin was running high and she realised that she needed to dispose of all evidence before somebody else just happened to be walking by.
She dragged the bodies into a nearby river and dumped them in there, however, just before doing so, she carved a small Petrine cross into their foreheads. She had started this with her first victim, the girlfriend of her former crush. The woman had been wearing Jesus Christ on a Cross necklace, but, she had seen it upside down and immediately recognised it to be the cross of Saint Peter, keeper of the gates to Heaven. So, as a homage to her school she started to carve the symbol into each of her victims. Due to the meaning behind the symbol, she earned the title Angelmaker. Now, she used it for the attention. She wanted everyone to know that the killings were hers, it simply gave her more power, seeing her killer name in bold black letters on Newspapers, hearing 'Angelmaker strikes again' over the radio or on the television.
Then, using some wood lying around and a lighter she burned her bloodied clothes before changing into the ones she had taken from Elias. She swept away the ashes and the disturbed dirt that had been moved by the bodies before returning to her home.
From that point on, she made sure to never ignore her urges. It led to her killing irrationally, when she wasn't prepared… She was almost caught. But then, as her relationship with Elias developed, she found that she didn't need to kill. She felt strong when she was with him, she felt protected. She was even able to face her parents, tell them that she wasn't returning home. All because of Elias…
She knew that she had loved Elias for a while now, she just needed to know that he loved her too and he did. This fact filled her with joy, with so much happiness and despite being reminded of her past as they walked through her cousin's expensive house, she was able to face it. It was as if nothing could hurt her when she was with Elias. But, there was something… Something far more dark and evil than she could ever be. She forgot about it and was foolish to do so.
It waited patiently in the corners of her mind for her to be alone. It finally struck when Elias stated that he was going outside to smoke whilst she began unpacking. It gripped at her throat, rendering her unable to breathe. It's grip was tight and it began to take over control. She tried to fight it, she could not let it win. She wanted… No… Needed to be with Elias longer. But, her pleas fell on deaf ears and soon everything turned to black... Only for Asura to awaken…
The Demon Entity stretched out her host's limbs and ran her fingers through the brown hair. Astra had yet to actually look upon her host and so, she stepped out in front of a mirror. She studied the reflection and shrugged, she wasn't entirely pleased with her host but Freya was better looking than most. It had been decades since she had last had a physical form, and it felt good to be back. She looked to the things on the bed and waved them dismissively. She would get Elias to do it later… As she thought of him, she smirked to herself. She practically adored Freya and her dark mind, but she could not stand Elias. She had been desperate to torment him and now was her chance. Just as he was starting to feel safe. She chuckled to herself before making her way to find him.
She found him outside, smoking his cigarette. She stepped out before leaning against the wall. "What does she see in you? Like, really, what is it about you that makes her want you?" She asked him rhetorically, relishing in looking at the realisation hit him, that she wasn't Freya. "I mean, you are just so weak. It's not even cute, just pathetic. The way you reached out to her yesterday, asking for her help… It made me want to vomit. Then, you cried like a baby after that nightmare. Honestly, get a grip." She mocked him, before her judging eyes wandered over him.
"Don't get me started on how you look. The hair, the beard… You look like you could be homeless." She cackled before walking closer to Elias, most likely being too close for his liking. But, he wasn't going to push his lover away from him. "I suppose, you do have [i his] eyes. Very similar colour… But you don't know who [i he] is, do you? How does it make you feel knowing that I know more about your girlfriend than you do?"
She asked, becoming closer still. "How does it make you feel that I know everything Freya knows about you? That I see what she sees? Feels what she feels?" She paused for a moment to take the cigarette out of Elias' hand, just how Freya did it. She took a long drag and then blew the smoke into his face. "The only thing that you've got going for you, is that thing you did in the bathroom yesterday." Asura's voice was quiet, but she was so close that he would be able to hear her. She placed the cigarette back in between his lips and she eventually walked away.
"So… Who are we eating?"
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Elias found himself falling for Freya the more the day brightened, with it so did his spirits; he woke up to good food, and embraced in the arms of a kind and gentle woman who he felt crazy about. The way she lit up the room when she talked; he was finding himself getting lost in her sweet, brown eyes and he was distracted with her bright and cheery conversation. He couldn't lose her, the thought still controlling much of his focus as they carried on with their plans. The night was forgotten, his brain protectively locking away the nightmares while in Freya's presence. All throughout the morning half of the day Elias stuck close to Freya, finding the moments of silence with her absence made him feel the paranoia settling over him.
Elias was practically back to normal by the time they set off in the vehicle, the uneasiness dissipating as they got on the road with the windows down. The wind was refreshing, the sun was brightly shining and the music was keeping the happiness flowing. Elias kept his hand on Freya's leg as she drove, unknowing to the growing physical attachment he was feeding into with the entity's twist on his senses. Yet the thing inside him did not make another appearance, he did not even feel its clutch around his neck and the terror of the night was just a nightmare at last. When they finally arrived at the large house, Elias' eyebrows rose in disbelief; getting out of the car he admired the building-the location alone would cost them thousands to settle here. Closing the car door he looked around the neighboring houses with a strange curiosity, he smiled as Freya talked about her cousin's setup while going to the back of the car to open up the trunk.
[#0061c2 "You-not listening? Never!"] Elias had not spoke much during the drive, so his teasing jab broke his silence; he grabbed a few bags that contained their clothes and a box filled with things that rattled and clunked. [#0061c2 "We can always come back for more later, let's see what kind of fancy stuff your cousin's got in there."] He flashed a smile and headed up to the house with the luggage in his arms, waiting for Freya to unlock the door and let him in. He was excitedly looking through glass window panes on either side of the door, looking into the foyer he didn't see too much to be jumping up and down for, it looked like a fairly decent, bland house. Maybe the expensive stuff was further inside...
He didn't know what he was quite expecting, the house was far larger than most people lived in, he was thinking he'd find big statues and paintings, large sofas and intricate fireplaces. These were things he knew, from his life with his parents-oh they could afford [i some] of these fanciful items, but they were a lesser form of rich. He went to his father's work friends' houses all the time, he would be forced to play music for them as they drank and the men smoked enough cigars to make him feel ill with exposure... Elias didn't have a choice but to indulge in any requests these friends made, like a good little puppet.
His parents groomed him for musical prowess, forcing him to play for their friends as they tried desperately to convey a higher status and wealth than they actually possessed. The tutors were the worst, the manor house a prison of gilded stone, that made him want to rebel in any minor way he could. He started smoking cigarettes, grew his hair and beard out and surrounded himself with fun, rowdy, loud-music-loving people; all of which his mother hated. His mother despised of Freya completely when he talked about her, she looked down her nose at her, like she was common gutter trash; but he didn't care. Elias' father was just as bad, tooting off his son's accomplishments as if they were his own, living the high life the boy's little fame and talent accrued. The way his father spoke about Freya was just as bad, he talked about her like she was some groupie, or worse a prostitute looking to make a quick buck.
Freya was more to him than what his parents saw, as he set things down in the living room, he silently watched her walk around, setting things down from the car. They couldn't see what he could see, she was [i perfect]; Freya was the kindest, smartest and warmest woman he had ever come to know, most importantly she truly [b cared] for Elias. Sure, she didn't really start that way, she would have needed time to get to know him better, but liquid courage by the name of Vodka helped them along the way. Elias' persistence in finding her and wanting to spend time with her further allowed their relationship to blossom and now he couldn't even think of a world without her.
The sight of her hair in the sunlight, the way she looked at him across the room sent his heart aflutter, he didn't even realize he was staring but he cracked another grin because he could not deny-he was in love. The way her eyes looked to him, with soft lights reflecting against warm brown, she actually [i saw] him-as a person, as a man-more than just a ticket to fame, or the door to riches that his parents longed for. They were nothing like her, he didn't care about the life his mother wanted for him, he needed Freya with him-she was his safety. If his mother was here she'd...
His grin faltered and his eyes lowered, [i 'Mother would be furious.'] He thought to himself, swearing he could hear her sharp voice even now; the voice that gnawed and grated like the strangulation of a cat. How he hated it. Yet she was not here, and neither was the weasel of a father he had, why had they popped into his head all of a sudden? Something about the house, the furnishings perhaps brought back these memories, he couldn't be sure. Regardless he shook his head lightly as if to clear the pesky thoughts, dug around in his pocket for his cigarettes and pointed back towards the door.
[#0061c2 "I don't think your cousin would like me smoking up the entire house, I'm going to step outside for a quick smoke."] He let Freya rummage around for a bit as he had his smoke break, before they'd get settled he'd bring in the rest of what was left and then they would be all set to go. This wasn't how he thought things would go, as he looked around the outside of the house he sorely missed their small apartment, cozy and filled with love. There was something about this house that he couldn't place, it wasn't theirs. He'd thought plenty of times of how he wanted to get a house for Freya, as much as they could be happy here and lay low, this was just house-sitting.
There was always the road trip they talked about, so he supposed he could always keep an eye out for properties on the way. He wouldn't tell Freya about his plan to find them a home, not yet, it was merely a dream for him at this point. Elias finished his cigarette as he daydreamed about family homes, completely forgetting the entirety of their current predicament. How could it slip so easily? Yet slip it did, right from focus and as he would finish bringing in stuff from the vehicle his mind wandered to picturesque homes that they could one day own.
Freya was shocked to hear those words slip from her lips. It felt as if her heart stopped beating, her stomach and throat tightened. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move. Not even blink. Her brown eyes just stared straight ahead of her at the plain walls of their room... She wasn't meant to tell him, not until he told her first. She had ruined everything. His silence felt like it stretched on forever and it was torturous... Any minute now and he was going to push her away, he was going to tell her what he really thought of her and leave forever. She had never felt more scared, not even her abusers dragging her out of bed in the middle of the night had struck this much fear into her...
But, then he said it. He said those words back to her. Her chest heaved up and down as she could finally breathe and she clung to him tighter than ever. His fingers gently running through her chestnut brown hair and kissing her forehead, only further calmed her down with his reassuring words.
She didn't let go, she refused. But he didn't even nudge for her to get off of him. She truly loved him more than anything or anyone. He had been the only person to actually, genuinely care for her. Something her parents and teachers never did... She had thought her biology teacher cared but he never looked at her the same way Elias did, he had never given her the things that she needed and wanted. Her biology teacher had been like the rest of them...
The thoughts of killing them now filled her head. She imagined slicing their throats, watching as their blood stained their skins red. She imagined taking a baseball bat to their faces and smashing until they were unrecognisable. She wanted to kill every last person who had done her wrong, with Elias right beside her. If she told him all the things that they had done, she knew he would support and help her.
Freya ended up accidentally falling asleep, she had intended to wait for Elias to go first. But she had felt so at ease, wrapped in his arms, feeling his soothing touch, hearing his quiet breath as his heart best in his riding and falling chest. He was there, with her, forever. That was all that mattered now.
The sun was high in the sky by the time she woke up, but Elias peacefully slumbered next to her. She smiled gently, he looked so peaceful. The opposite to how he was last night. She was glad that he was able to fall asleep again, he would need the energy. She very carefully, and unwillingly, untangled herself from him and exited their bedroom. She shivered as the cold air met her warm, bare legs and she turned the radiators on.
Hopefully, the place would warm up before Elias did. She padded Dr to the kitchen and into their fridge, she was pleasantly surprised to find that they had some bacon, eggs, bread and all sorts of other breakfast foods. This was most likely their last morning in this apartment and she knew Elias would need to pick me up from the night they had, so with a determined look, she began to cook and prepare the foods for breakfast. She fried bacon, sausages and eggs, baked pastries and hashbrowns and sliced them into fruit and bread.
The delicious smell of food filled their apartment with the sounds of sizzling. By the time everything was laid out on the table and ready, he came out of their room. She turned to him and smiled gently. "Morning handsome, how are you feeling?" She asked softly, walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around him and after his answer, they shared a loving kiss. She gestured to the food and the both of them sat down together before digging in.
They talked and laughed, as if they hadn't a care in the world, as if they hadn't mass murdered over ten people, as if there weren't entities inside of them. Freya ensured to keep the mood light and positive. She talked about all the places that they could travel, she brought up some of her favourite memories every now and then and she'd throw in a teasing joke. This continued on as they cleaned the apartment, packed their bags to go to her cousins and filled the car. Just before they left, she talked to her neighbour and explained that she was house sitting for her cousin and then they were going on a road trip. That way, it wouldn't look like they just suspiciously left.
Freya wasn't all too sure if Elias was stable enough to drive the car, so just before he could sit in, she slipped in instead.
Soon enough they were on the road, windows rolled down, the radio blasting the latest hits and Freya felt very content. Of course, she continued to Elias, she tried to normalise the situation as much as she could. She was able to calm him down last night but there was no telling what would happen within the next few days... Especially as she felt the entity buzz with excitement as they passed hitchhiker's and the homeless. It's feminine voice repeating the word 'kill' in her head, placing her into a trance of sorts. She almost slipped under, she almost pulled over for a Hitchhiker sticking out his thumb for a ride. But, it was Elias who pulled her out. He wasn't ready to kill again. She needed to speak with his entity to formulate a plan.
A couple of hours passed by and two states over and they were parked outside of her cousins home. It was large and white, settled in an expensive part of town. It had three bedrooms, a study, a lounge, dining area, a kitchen, but most importantly, a basement. Perfect for storing for their guests. She stepped out of the vehicle and looked to Elias. "Well, this is going to be home for the next couple of weeks. My cousin sticked up on food and she said that she's left a note about what to do, what not to do and whatever else. I didn't really listen to her on the phone."
Elias knew many things from the shadows of the night that clawed before daybreak, he shook his head fervently as Freya started talking to him, entwining their hands made him grip onto hers tightly. This thing was not trying to help him, it was trying to kill him! He let out a whimper as his girlfriend continued to try and allay his fears, her voice was calm and soothing, which helped bring him down from the nightmare's hysteria. She wiped the tears from his face as his eyes darted around the room, paranoia setting in as Freya told him the nightmares would continue as he struggled against the spirit.
Accept it? Just let it live inside him for the rest of his life and watch as it made him commit murder and other atrocities? He could feel it, the entity's sickened coil around his consciousness, like the black ooze from the dream marsh the entity clung to Elias. He stammered a protest, still shaking his head and trying to insist on finding help; it was only her soft voice that kept him from shrieking at every sentence, it looked like Elias was going to fight Freya on this, he could hardly believe what he was hearing! Yet her voice wavered and tears fell, instantly crumbling Elias' built-up nerves, tugging on his heartstrings as she came back into his arms.
[#0061c2 "You're right. I-I [i know] you are right. If we went to anyone they'd find out what we did..."] [i 'We can't go to anyone-ever.'] He finished the thought in his head, his voice came out in a hissed whisper even though they were the only people in the room. They embraced each other in their arms as tight with love as ever, and she begged him to get along with the ghastly creature, where would one even begin? By signing his life over? Did she want him to sign something in blood-isn't that what the stereotype was?
Elias paused as he hugged Freya to his chest, kissing her forehead when she professed her love for him; he had to stop in shock, she had never said it before and those three words carved into his heart with love's obsidian dagger as he cherished to finally hear them whispered. He immediately felt drawn to comfort Freya, to reassure her and let her know he would not leave her for anything. The entity tightened its grip on his conscious thought as it latched onto the phrase [i 'I can't lose you'] from Freya, making his mind repeat it. The fear to lose Freya would be the catalyst to tipping Elias into something more than he currently was.
Although the entity wanted nothing more than to kill Freya or force her out of Elias' life, the entity would never be able to make that happen. Ever the opportunist, however, it would use the woman to its advantage; if Elias was already protective every time the woman cried, imagine what he'd do if she got hurt. Elias would never kill by himself, it was always Freya-she was the detonator to his rage and the extinguisher of his fear. Which meant they all had to get along-no one ever said they'd have to like it.
[#0061c2 "Freya... I love you too. Don't worry, I-I'm sure it'll be alright."] His eyes still searched the room as he held Freya in his arms, mentally torn between the need to run from the terror and the desire to stay with her. Elias kissed the top of her head again, running his fingers through her hair, his heart still racing in his chest but at least he was breathing more calmly than before. She was so comforting, she treated him like a person-it was a courtesy that his old life lacked. [#0061c2 "Listen to me, love, you will [i never] lose me, and nobody's going to take us anywhere."]
Elias tried to put the entity out of his thoughts, reassuring himself more than Freya towards the end as they held each other in their arms as the light grey of morning started filling the bedroom. How he wished for the yellow of sunlight, the grey sky reminding him too much of the endless nightmare. He leaned back against the headboard with Freya still in his arms, he couldn't leave her to get help even-that would still jeopardize his own freedom. He said nothing for a long time it felt like, still hugging her close but keeping his thoughts to himself as he just laid back down and watch the room fill up with the sunrise.
He couldn't stop his brain, just a constant flow of questions he had no answers to. How long would they have to lay low? Would they ever come back here or would they have to move completely? Most importantly, if these things were sticking around, could they stop themselves from killing anyone else? He certainly hoped so. Maybe the spirits could be persuaded to kill only certain kinds of people, those less savory than most. Not like that family... Not like them.
Freya had never seen him so scared before, he clung onto her, his fists clenching the t-shirt that she wore. She kept trying to soothe him as she practically felt his heart pound in his chest. It pained her to see him like this, it was frightening.
Usually, Elias was protecting and comforting her, she always felt safe with him. Whenever they shared a bed, she never had nightmares and she slept peacefully. But his wrap around her was tight, as if he were afraid to let go and she knew he must have seen something terrible to have a reaction like this. She didn't pry after her question was answered with a shake of his head, instead she had calmly whispered comforting words. Reminding him that he was safe, that it was just a dream and that she was there.
This all worked as he soon calmed down, his breath steadying, his sobbing ceasing and he explained his horrific nightmare. Not many things elicited a reaction or a response from Freya, she was most certainly the type to stick to herself and just listen to those around her. That had been evident in their first meeting. It had been one of the first parties of the school year and so, it had to be big. Everyone knew about it and everyone wanted in.
Well, apart from the two of them. They had both been unwillingly dragged by friends and managed to survive the night with alcohol and a blunt. However, Freya was glad that she went to that bustling, noisy party. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have met Elias. But, if the two of them hadn't met, they might not have been in the situation that they are now...
Nevertheless, she wasn't one to openly express emotion. But hearing what this entity was doing to her boyfriend made her blood boil, she was sure to give the entity a piece of her mind the next time it was awake. Her heart sank as tears welled in the others eyes, it pained her that she still had to convince him that the entities were helping. How could she when the entity was haunting his dreams? Giving the impression that it was going to kill him?
She took his hands away from her arms and intertwined their fingers, gently squeezing as a small reminder that he was okay. She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated, what was she to say? How was she going to say it? These thoughts whirled about her brain before she decided to speak.
[b "It's because you're fighting with it, you're not accepting it... But it won't kill you, it can't. It would need to find a new host if you died... So, it's punishing you for not allowing it in."] She explained, it was as if she knew, as if the entity had told her. It hadn't, of course, all the entity did was taunt and torment her and her own entity, well, it seemed perfectly fine just coming and going as it pleased. So, she was simply guessing. [b "I know it's hard baby and I know you don't want to accept these things and what they are making us do... But you have to try. Otherwise, you'll keep having these nightmares and it'll continue to make your life a Hell."]
She slipped her hands out of his so that she could gently wipe away his tears. [b "I'll help you, I'm always here for you and I'm sure the thing inside me might be able to help... It doesn't do to me what yours does to you... But we can't go to or tell anyone. They'll lock us up and we won't be allowed to see each other or be together."] She stated, beginning to feel the threat of tears in her own eyes. She was trying to be strong, but the thought of losing Elias, not being with him just seemed to tip things for her. [b "I-I don't know what I would do without you... I can't be without you... I'd go insane..."] Her voice was practically a whisper as it trembled. She quickly wiped away any tears that fell down her pale cheeks, however, it was inevitable that he would see them. [b "Please, just try and I'm sure it will stop bothering you."] At this point, she was begging him.
Mixed with the pain, the anger, hurt and sadness, Freya felt guilty. She felt like she was manipulating Elias to what she wanted, but her tears were genuine and her concern was true. She just wanted him to be happy and it was tearing her apart that he wasn't. She shifted closer to him and wrapped her arms back around. She told herself that she wasn't manipulating him, she was doing this to keep their relationship together, she was doing this for him.
[b "I love you, Elias and I can't lose you. I just can't."]
Elias gave a slight smile as Freya joined him on the bed, looking into Freya's eyes as she reassured him confidently, but the smile that accompanied it was not as convincing. However the following kiss helped push his concerns from his mind, tilting his head slightly and returning the kiss. Freya's lips were soft and warm, Elias pressed into the loving embrace with a wanting hunger, pulling his girlfriend closer. He was just really desiring her tender comforts and he hoped he would do the same for her. He just didn't know how. Elias held her tightly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she rested her head to his chest and he calmly stroked his fingers through Freya's gorgeous hair with his free hand.
[#0061c2 "I would like that a lot, there's got to be some stories about that type of thing happening, right? You think they would have left after Kevin, but maybe now that you've... taken part, they will be satisfied to move on to something else."] Elias would be so grateful to be without the sick thing inside him, draining him like a parasite and harvesting his dreams with a blood-coated sickle. Yet he was finally relaxed, back in bed with his loved one, he kissed her a few more times throughout the cuddling. Hugging her warmly to his body, nuzzling against the sweet scent of her brown hair, feeling like he had not felt her touch in a month.
He did not want to sleep, he feared the aftermath of slumber more than the dreams themselves. So far, he had not had a good night's sleep in days, each night was torture, every dream was beset by images of death, torment, fire and blood. Yet here, on this bed right now he was awake, Elias and Freya were safe in their home-that they'd be sad to leave. Eventually the young man could not keep his eyes open and he ended up drifting off.
[i 'Grimy, oozing sludge clung to his legs at the knees, dark as pitch and covered in thick globs of dull green algae, dark ghostly reeds and scratching grass encircled the small safety patches of land. Elias was so exhausted, he had slogged the same terrain it felt like for days, his legs weighed tons as the ooze marsh clung to his pants. It stretched on for miles, just the same landscape covered by a slate grey sky, not a patch of blue or ray of gold. Elias sat on one of the small islands for a long time, it felt like an eternity before he started walking, he just picked a direction and went on his way.
Every so often he'd find a strange tree sprouting out of the muck, it's twisted branches spiraling outward draped with torn seaweed and broken tufts of grass. There was no color here, even the greens and browns were lackluster and washed from their typical vibrancy. Elias' heart was heavy with the plague of the sorrowed swamp, it was so difficult to pull each leg through the clinging slime that his foot would sink through each time. Some times he'd find a pool of dark water he'd have to cross, wider than he could walk the length of to the other side, yet he tried to stick to any path with the saving grace of solid land it was just endless.
The water made him sink along the bank, overtaking his chest the deeper he ventured, there had to be salvation along the other side surely, he'd tell himself. What he wouldn't give for a soft rolling meadow or a forest rich with verdant green. The water was cold but not uncomfortable at first, almost refreshing to cleanse himself of the cluster of sludge yet he could not relax while swimming the width of the large pond. He dared not to think about what swam in the deep, he couldn't see past his arm in the water and he swam with as much determination to cross as he could muster.
His heart shattered and he fell to his knees at the opposite bank, it was just more bleak and barren marshes! He couldn't keep going, he was [b so] damn tired, no more he silently cried and sat back refusing to move another foot. Elias could keep going for a couple days or a little more but this felt like weeks he was stuck in the middle of nowhere. He had been forcing himself to drink the dirty water and eat anything he could dig up in the sinking wasteland.
Elias just couldn't do it anymore. He just wanted to be done, and as he laid on the bank staring out over the empty marshland he just felt defeated. Elias simply closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, rendering the marsh and pond ineffective as the dream shifted without him realizing it. The dream world became a maze on city streets, slick with old rain; the area changed but Elias' exhaustion did not, it persisted and rested upon him like a heavy stone on his chest.
The shadows along the streets morphed and shifted into things he could scarcely imagine, so grotesque and malformed they frothed and whined like a rabid hounds from hell. They snapped and snarled towards Elias before breaking into a run for him, Elias turned around and ran as fast as he could, unable to know this was just a dream, the phantom hounds gave a vicious chase through winding streets and clustered alleys.
He couldn't lose them, biting at his heels as he pounded down pavement, drawing in great gulps of air as the weight on his chest seemed to increase. The chill air bit at his throat, in an attempt to break free from their pursuit Elias headed down a cluttered alleyway. He shoved and tossed items between him and his assailants, the creatures yelping when struck with a flying brick or collided with a pushed dumpster. His stomping footsteps echoed along the alley, frantic panting as the demonic creatures' barks grew distant the further he pulled away.
Then his luck ran out. It was a dead end, nothing but a brick wall too high for him to climb over; his heart sank as he frantically looked around for something he could stack or climb on to help get him over. There was nothing except the containers back towards the hell hounds, who he heard viciously snarling and snapping their teeth as they got closer. He was cornered, they were going to tear him apart; and his heart felt like it was going to burst in his chest as he whimpered out-loud without control, seeing the gleaming yellowed fangs drip with slobbering malice as they stalked closer. Right before one of the shadow beasts lunged for his throat he was shaken awake, back to the sanctuary of the bedroom.']
Elias bolted to a sitting position as Freya woke him up from his nightmare, he put his hands up as if to deflect the incoming lunge. He was wildly looking around the still-dark room, the small brush of dawn breaking the far horizon in the small lighting of the sky. He was searching for the mutt, the one disfigured and bent into something disgusting, but he found none.
Elias hugged Freya like his life depended on it, practically sobbing to her as he was overwhelmed by the panic of increasing death. The marsh where his consciousness was trapped during moments of the entity's control drained him of his mental resistances for an eternity. The sprawling city maze of his subconscious was beset by the demon, the hunting chase he experienced frequently, constantly fearing for his safety. The twisted, mangy dark creations would hunt him down and if they managed to take down his personification they'd shred him into nothing by starving fangs.
If he lost the chase, he figured the entity would be released, ripping apart the subconscious in the dream state would allow the evil thing the control it needed to overtake his mortal will. The being inside Elias did not play fair, warping the dream to benefit its chase and keep control over the young man's body. It was Freya who kept getting in the way, kept interrupting the spirit's plans, it wanted her gone and would do anything it could to make that happen. Yet the man would never kill the woman, the entity's influence only persuaded so much, and Elias would downright refuse. It was a perplexing problem that stymied the demonic thing for days. The being even tried to bribe and influence the tag-along spirit in Freya to break the two up, but they refused holding a persistent infatuation for the former.
Elias clung to Freya with his eyes closed, experiencing flashing mental pictures of the murders they committed, it was a flickering image hardly worth much notice if not for the nagging frequency. He hastily shook his head 'no' when she questioned, he did not want to talk about it but he knew he was going to once he calmed down. It was just his honest nature, he never could keep something in when it was bothering him, but that allowed an open route of communication between the two of them.
Freya was [i so] warm, he felt like her comforting warmth was enough to keep him warm even in that haunting marsh of his dreams. He hugged her tight and breathed in the familiar scent of her hair and soft touch of her cheek to his in the embrace was working wonders. His hands gently squeezing the fabric of the shirt a few times along her back out of fearful twitch, but the longer she held him he was able to slow his heartbeat and take deeper, calming breathes knowing he had her in his arms. It wasn't very long before he could finally relax his hold on his girlfriend and begin to explain the nightmares.
[#0061c2 "This [b thing] inside me. I-It's trying... to kill me."] Elias had tears in his blue eyes when he spoke, pulling back from the hug but holding onto Freya's arms as if desperately trying to convince her. [#0061c2 "I need a priest or a witch doctor, I don't know, Freya... I-I don't... know, but I do know it's t-trying to kill me-it's hunting me down like... with pack of wolves!"]
They were quite an unlikely couple, before their corruption, they didn't seem like they would be the type to get together. Freya was reserved, observant, the introvert in her friend group, she kept most of her opinions to herself and didn't like to stand out. Whereas Elias was a sweet, kind hearted guy, who just liked to have a good time with those he cared about, he was always genuine and very reliable. That wasn't to say that Freya didn't care about people or was rude, it was that she didn't let everyone see her true self and she would only care for a select few.
Despite their differences, she couldn't see herself with anyone else and she would be eternally grateful for the friends that had dragged her out that night to the party. She most likely would not have met him, or talked to him for that matter. However, Freya knew that her characteristics had developed from her years at a school. She had learned to blend in to protect herself from her peers and teachers.
She had rolled her eyes to his morbid response and playfully nudged him. [b "Yeah, but you don't want to make life shorter or uncomfortable."] She pointed out to him, yet smiled rather happily. She had never felt better. She had her favourite person and she was indulging in her favourite hobby again. The only thing that would make this even more perfect was if the Entities would leave them alone.
She had noticed and saw this change in her boyfriend, when he had attacked Kevin there was a jealous and obsessive look in his eyes. Normally, Elias was a laid back guy. She had spoken with Kevin and his other friends several times, she had even hugged them in front of him. At first, it used to annoy her and she used to wish that he would at least become a little bit jealous. She soon learned that he just trusted her and his friends a lot and saw no need in feeling jealous when he knew he had her. However, now that she had it, now that he became so filled with envy that he would kill... She didn't want it. It wasn't the guy that she had fallen for. On the other hand, without the Entities she would never have been able to kill again... She felt like she was stuck in two places.
The nervous butterflies in Freya's stomach grew as it seemed he was contemplating going with her. Her smile had dropped slightly and she fiddled with ends of the sleeves on the sweatshirt. But, as soon as he agreed she visibly relaxed and then set on trashing the house, it would help in covering these tracks. As if, this was a burglary gone wrong. She had nodded her head to what he said and ended up gathering some more clothes, nothing worth of much value or that could be recognised as gone.
They walked back down and she was as unnerved, calm and collected as she had been prior. It was as if the walls and floors were now not painted with the blood and guts of their victims. As if the result of their carnage, laid with wide, dead eyes. She actually felt nothing at all. She looked at their disfigured and butchered bodies, only to feel empty. Freya enjoyed the thrill of killing, controlling another person's life like she was a God... But looking at them now bored her.
She was glad to leave the house and she couldn't wait for their next kill. The journey back to their place, she fantasized about who they were going to target next, she even made a mental note to bring more weapons. She knew the entity inside her would like it, it liked blood. Smelling, feeling it, tasting it... It enjoyed creating the mess and appreciating what it created as if it were a piece of art. Freya, however, preferred her murders to be much cleaner. She did not mind making a mess, but to her, it was much more satisfying to not leave a trace behind. It was the perfect crime in her mind.
Soon enough, they arrived back and now she could truly feel like she could relax. They hadn't been stopped by anyone whilst on the road and there was no chance that they would be caught after this. No one would have seen them in the dark storm and no one would suspect them committing such a murder. After all, they were just two recently graduated students. In the eyes of the world, they were a couple of kids in a relationship who were looking to find themselves. She looked over at him when she spoke up before moving closer to see what he was looking at. She rested her head against his shoulder, smiling fondly at the Polaroid picture. She laughed as the memories flooded back. Freya turned her attention back to Elias and saw the worry in his eyes as he hesitantly asked his question.
However, she did not get the chance to reply. Her smile changed to sympathy and she watched him leave for their room, talking about how he wasn't looking forward to sleeping. When he was out of sight, she ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. It hurt to see him like this, so troubled and worried. It was out of character for him and so she knew that this was big for him. She took one last look at the photo before following after into their room. She stripped out of her victim's clothes and slipped into one of Elias' t-shirts. It hung off of her body like a dress, stopping at the tops of her thighs. When she finally looked at him again, she laughed lightly before crawling on the bed to get to him.
Once close enough, she tucked some of his blonde hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek. Their eyes met and she spoke. [b "Of course we are still the same. We're still Elias and Freya… These things inside of us could never change that. I know that we'll be fine, we have each other.] She gave him a weak smile before leaning forwards to press and move their lips together in a gentle, deep, loving and reassuring kiss. She almost didn't want to pull away, she didn't know if the night would bring the Entity out of her boyfriend. This may very well be the last time she kissed him for a long time. But, she eventually broke the kiss and took her hand away.
They then settled into bed, with Freya's head laid on his chest, their arms wrapped around one another as if afraid to let go. [b "Maybe the entities will leave. Maybe they just wanted to cause some trouble and then leave."] She paused for a moment, as if contemplating what to do next. [b "If they do… Then we could treat this as some twisted nightmare."] This was wishful thinking and was more so said to help Elias than herself. There were pros and cons to each side for her, but it was very different for him. They continued their small conversation before the two of them fell asleep in eachothers arms.
For once, her sleep was void of nightmare or dream. She couldn't remember the last time this had happened, even before the entities, and for those few hours that she had before Elias' tossing and turning woke her up were pure bliss. She rubbed at her eyes and as she regained her bearings of the world and where she was, he began to whimper. She quickly sat up and placed her hands on his shoulders. [b "Elias? Elias, babe wake up."] She slightly shook his shoulders and suddenly, he woke with a start. She watched him pant, trying to steady his breath and when he turned to her there was fear and panic set in his blue eyes. She moved to sit on her knees before she pulled him in so that she could hug him. Almost immediately, his arms were around her waist.
She ran one of her hands through his hair, to try and sooth him whilst the other rubbed circles into his shoulder. [b "Do you want to talk about it?"] She asked softly.
Elias looked over as Freya put the sweater on, [i 'God, she is gorgeous'], he couldn't help but admire her, having a small smile on his face as he looked to her adoringly. It was the first thought of her he ever had when they were introduced, how she took his breath away and still does-just as he had that thought she [i also] took away his cigarette, feigning shock before smiling into the kiss as he was given it back.
[#0061c2 "Yeah, but we're all going to die some day, right?"] Elias gave a good-natured shrug before he went to search through the closets as if he owned it all. He decided to pick a relatively larger polo shirt, refusing to button the dipped collar and paired it with some jeans. The jeans were actually bigger in the waist than he needed but a belt would fix any discrepancies, Elias rolled up the bottom of the pant legs as he listened to Freya's suggestion, nodding his head in approval before responding.
[#0061c2 "Next state over?"] Elias acted like he was taking a long time to think about it, but he knew he would follow Freya anywhere. She had a strange hold over him that way, some people would say his infatuation was a bad sign, but Elias would argue that they didn't know either of them at all. Nobody knew how much he cared for her, she was a gentle soul, Freya treated him with respect and understanding when most viewed him as a vagrant. [#0061c2 "We can do that, sure."]
The young man tossed around a few items in the bedroom, they would rough up the inside, make it look like a deadly robbery if they could so no one would notice the clothes missing on their own. He made sure to wash the blood off his boots, something in his mind told him to even though he was not sure why. Elias supposed that if they were to be stopped for whatever reason it was a good precaution. His body was still reeling from the long time under the entity's influence, and even though he felt exhausted Elias knew better than to try and sleep now.
[#0061c2 "Take what you want from here, love, we'll pack it into one of the cars out front that'll give us time to go back... and gather some of our own things for the trip."] How calm and collected he felt, like he was planning their vacation instead of running from a murder scene. [i 'We are not on the run yet.'] Elias chided himself, helping ransack the home with the same level of efficiency as their entrance act.
Elias felt like vomiting, coming back downstairs to face the carnage, made him feel weak in the knees; but then he'd look at Freya and feel the nausea disappear, replaced with his devotion. The way she looked at him made him so happy; they had to search the bodies for wallets, jewelry and other valuables, only by keeping his thoughts on Freya was Elias able to accomplish the task. He just wanted to get away from this place and forget that they killed these people, but he knew the images of their slain bodies would stay with him forever, same as Kevin's body.
They had dumped Kevin's corpse in a culvert outside of town, a secluded and rarely visited location, these people would be left to decay where they were. Upon searching they found car keys and after giving the lower level a 'robbed look' to match the upstairs they packed up the corresponding vehicle and finally left the scene. Out of habit or just personal preference Elias took the wheel, driving them both to back to their place through the still-heavy rain. He reached over and took Freya's hand in his own as he drove away, feeling a little better the farther they got away. They took the most that would fetch a price should they take it to a pawn shop, Elias didn't want to take things that would cause suspicion but he couldn't be sure how long they'd have to lay low. The drive was thankfully peaceful, hardly anyone was on the roads to bother them or make them fearful.
Elias and Freya would pack enough of their belongings into the car and although Elias was tempted to crash in the bed, falling asleep terrified him. What if they went to sleep and the spirits took over again? Surely they'd be dormant for a while, right? Freya's spirit did not seem to bother exhausting her, starving or sleep-depriving her, or at least if it was, she didn't mention it. Elias made the conscious decision to gather a few photos of the two of them together, when things would get really dark the photos were sure to help.
[#0061c2 "You remember this?"] He showed Freya one of the photos, it was a Polaroid of their time at the local carnival. How he wasted so much cash just to win her that silly stuffed animal in those rigged fair games, yet look at how happy they both looked. It helped remind him that even though things were uncertain right now they had a relationship built on trust and love, certainly the two of them could move beyond this horror. At least Elias' panic and anxiety died down, dare he say he was feeling happy again? His blue eyes shifted with worry, [#0061c2 "We... we're still the same right?"]
Elias set the photo down with a sigh along the rest of their stuff in small piles, ready to be stored for their trip. He rubbed a wearied hand across his face, looking towards the bed with apprehension if they managed to sleep without the demonic spirits interfering the nightmares would certainly pick up the slack.
[#0061c2 "I suppose we should get some sleep, if possible, but I must admit it is not something I am looking forward to."] The young man went to get comfortable at least, out of the foreign clothes and into his familiarity, he climbed into the bed as if it was going to swallow him whole, when nothing happened he relaxed fully. Lightly laughing at his stupid nerves, he playfully stretched his arms out to Freya when she entered, making 'grabby hands' for her to join him once she was ready. He wanted to cuddle his girlfriend, let him fall into the soft comforts of her touch and perhaps with that he would sleep.
Freya felt nothing, like her heart had stopped beating, as if there was a deep void inside of her. No thoughts, no feelings. Nothing. Even as she moved about the room of the couple they had just murdered. Not as her fingers traced over the expensive suits and dress, not when her finger tips met the cold silver and gold, even as she had picked up a photo of the couple with their family.
They looked to be in their late thirties, perhaps early forties. They had children, three to be exact. They had siblings, one on either side. The both of them still had their parents. It was perfect. They all looked so... Happy... Not the fake kind either. She could see it in their eyes and in the wrinkles of their smiles. Her own parents had never smiled like that in photos... They were always so fake.
Her parents acted like they were a perfect, happy little family. The truth was very much the opposite. Behind closed doors and a bottle of wine never left her mother's hand, neither did her scowl. Her father hid away in his office, his work far too important to give up on for his family. When the two were ever in a room together, they argued, screamed. They threw objects at each other and cursed. If Freya was unfortunate enough to be in the same room with them, then their anger towards each other was directed to her. She was an easy target in their eyes, one who wouldn't fight or argue back.
These memories began to resurface and Freya felt her heart suddenly start to beat faster, fear gripped her mind as if she was back in their house. She quickly dropped the photo to the ground and closed her eyes. She began to take deep breaths and she curled her fists. Digging her nails into the palms of her hands, bringing her back to reality. She had calmed back down after a moment or two and she was thankful that Elias was in the bathroom... It was only then that she realised she could hear water crashing down and a small smile came to her lips as she realised that he was running a bath. She didn't say anything, knowing he'd want it to be a surprise. Instead, to look busy, she had started to go through the clothes of their murder victims.
Soon enough, she felt Elias embrace her from behind and kiss her neck. Her smile widened, fear being replaced by her happiness. She allowed him to lead her to the bathroom and when she saw the bath, she was reminded that they were once a normal couple. They used to go on dates, sneak into eachothers dorms, mess around with one another. She had giggled quietly as he tried to hide the bubbles. Just before their lips met, she managed to say.
[b "It's perfect babe."] And then they kissed. She felt herself melt and stayed close to him as possible. Allowing herself to be pushed against the wall and for her clothes to be discarded, taking his off as well.
She has missed him, she had missed them. It had been weeks since the both of them had been awake and despite being with each other this whole time, it felt like they had been apart. The entity in Elias had tried to act like him, it had tried to be affectionate with her. It hadn't been the same. She tried to pretend, but she had grown to despise when it touched or talked to her.
It could never replace her boyfriend, no matter how much it tried. It didn't hold the same warmth or the same gentle touch, it couldn't make her laugh or feel safe. It was how she knew that the other was awake as they laid in that bathtub together. Laughing, cuddling, joking and enjoying each others presence. She had laughed at his mock threatening and scooped up her own handful of bubbles, threatening him back and trying to be seriously. But, she had failed miserable and ended up laughing instead.
She cared for Elias, more than she had for anyone else. At first, these feelings had scared her. The last time she had felt like that was her biology teacher... But that man had never cared for her in the way that she wanted. Elias did. Yet, she was still scared to tell him how she felt. Everytime she thought about telling him, she began to overthink. She'd convince herself that he couldn't feel the same way about her and that as soon as she would tell him, he would lose interest and leave her. It wasn't worth the risk, so she stayed silent on the matter and tried to avoid the topic in conversations.
Freya looked up at him as he entwined their fingers and she then found herself on his lap and becoming lost in their want and need for eachother, giving into their passion. She leaned into him, lips meeting in a deep kiss. Their actions escalating into something more with every touch...
Once she had left the bathtub, she wrapped a towel around her naked form, letting her hair drip down her bruised neck and shoulders. She hugged the towel close as a small shiver ran down her spine as her skin met the cold air. She tucked her hair behind her ears and walked back into the bedroom. With already having looked through the wardrobe, she already knew what she was wearing. She settled for some baggy, casual wear with pastel tones. She didn't want to attention to be drawn to them by wearing something bright, after all, if they were pulled over, the police would find that the car wasn't theirs and it would lead them straight back to the crime scene.
She smelled the smoke and looked over to Elias to see him smoking. She gently shook her head and slipped on a sweater before walking over the bed and sitting beside him. She kissed his shoulder before reaching a hand to take the cigarette out of his mouth. She took a long drag and exhaled the puff of smoke away from them. [b "Smoking is bad for you."] She stated, as if she hadn't just stolen the cigarette and taken a smoke for herself. She gave him a playful smile, quickly kissed him before placing the stick back in-between his lips. She stood back up and slipped on the high waisted, stressed blue jeans.
[b "My cousins are away for a couple of weeks and they've given me a key to house sit. Do you want to go there so that we can lay low for a bit?"] She asked, feeling nervous. She didn't know if he wanted to be with her or be by himself after this. [b "It's in the next state over in a small town."] She added on, as if trying to persuade him to go with her. She tried not to appear nervous or eager, so she began to gather a couple of clothes and find any money that the couple had left behind.
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