Fourth one of my series, "Ghost Doll." Anna's past nightmares come back to haunt her out of the blue for a series of nights. Meanwhile, Tsuzuki begins to fall depressed as his past haunts him again...
Chapter One: Incubus Bait:
August 1st, 2004. Anna couldn’t sleep that night. She lied awake in her guest bed in Clare’s beach house. The reliable tricks to help her sleep failed tonight. Anna stared at the ceiling for a moment. Always looked the same—even after college. This was supposed to be a celebration before she, Becky, and Willow went to grad school. But yet, parties weren’t Anna’s thing. She just wanted a quiet summer this year. But, the former Photo Club saw to it otherwise. Anna didn’t bother to fight back. What would be the point? They don’t listen anyway.
Anna looked out the window. The beach had a calm appearance tonight. It was probably cool. She took a moment to think about her forming idea. “/Maybe,/” Anna thought. She sat up as if in a trance. Anna quietly climbed out of bed and left the room.
In a minute, the woman found herself outside on the beach. The trip seemed like a hazy blur to her mind. It just happened. Anna looked around her. Though her actions were random, a sense of calm filled her. She shut her eyes and slowly took in the ocean's night sounds. A massage to the ears that calmed her buzzing mind. She could feel her body rising with the waves before her.
But then, a small moan broke her nirvana. Anna opened her eyes and looked around. No one was in sight. She began to think that she was hearing things. Then, the moan came again. Anna strained for a listen.
“/Who is here?/” she thought. “/This is a private beach./” Curious, she followed the sounds further down the beach.
She came to a patch of grass. Anna looked up ahead of her. Two figures were huddled over on the sand. She squinted harder for a better look. It looked like… a couple having sex on the beach. Anna thought about going back to her room to give them some privacy. But then, something else caught her eye. The woman on the ground had… wings on her back. Anna blinked many times. No, they were real. This woman had on a white halter dress and two big white wings. Anna looked on, confused. “/An angel?/” she thought. More followed with that revelation. Anna noticed that the angel was looking up in a teary fear. The man lied on top of her, smirking. He light stroked her cheek in an ironic, mocking way.
“There, there,” he whispered. “It’ll all be over soon.” The angel whimpered at him.
“You’re hurting me,” she whispered.
“I know,” he hissed. The man bit into her wing and ripped it off. The angel cried in pain. The shirtless man licked his lips.
“Yes, that’s it!” he moaned out. “Scream for me!” The man ate up her other wing. He next moved to her chest and bit down. The angel cried out in pain again. This time, her voice was breathless. Her agony turned him on. The violent nature of the rape and feast escalated faster and longer. He found it so easy to kill his prey. His teeth found her throat and ripped it out with such force. He licked up her cherry wine blood from his face. The angel lied there like a broken doll, naked and covered in blood.
Anna started backing away with a pale face and wide eyes. She had just witnessed a rape and murder. Instinct screamed at her to phone the police. But, her body wouldn’t budge fast enough. The fear struck her spine. Pretty soon, the man looked up and saw her. Anna froze up with big eyes.
“/Oh shit!/” she thought. “/He saw me!/” The man suddenly disappeared. He reappeared right in front of her, fully clothed in black. Anna slowly looked up. The man looked about thirty. His skin was whiter than snow. He had a strange and dark elegance to him. Too bad Anna could see that due to his “meal” earlier. The man smirked at her. He gently took her by her left wrist. Anna tried to back away from him. She looked around for an escape. He forced her attention on him again.
“My dear,” the man said in a low voice. Then, he took her hand and kissed it. Anna shuddered at his touch. Creepy all over. Then, his voice flooded her mind.
“/I will devour you the next time we meet,/” he told her telepathically. “/But tonight…/” The man pulled back and let go.
August 2nd, 2009. Anna awoke panting in a cold sweat. She shut her eyes for a moment. They were starting again. But, the last nightmare was on New Year’s Day of ’05. She hadn’t seen that man since that night. Why was she even dreaming about that night all over again?
Anna looked down next to her. Tsuzuki was lost in a heavy, peaceful sleep. The woman gave him a kind, little smile. “/Asato-kun…/” she thought. The woman lightly stroked his cheek with her fingertips. Such a good man…
Her mind came back to her nightmares. Something told Anna they weren’t going away again. Only one thing to do at the moment.
Anna climbed out of the futon and walked over to her desk. She pulled out her diary from her drawer and began writing.
August 2nd, 2009:
They are starting again. I am seeing that night in my dreams. It’s like a movie in hi-def. The feathers all over the sand. The blood. Her eaten, soulless body. His voice in my head. Him kissing my hand.
Anna paused and trembled at her words. She forced herself to keep writing.
Why are they coming back after so long? Is he coming back… for me? No, please! I don’t want to die again! I still have to get revenge.
Anna tried to force herself to stop trembling as she wrote.
I can’t forget what he said to me that night. “I will devour you the next time we meet. But tonight, I will let you go.”
Anna looked into the darkness. She suddenly felt cold.