Everyone returns to heaven someday...

[axeslade]

So it's not the scene I wanted to write, but it works. This chapter gives away some major spoilers, jumping at least two chapters ahead. If that doesn't bother you, go ahead and click the cut. I think you'll be able to figure out who's narrating.

If only I'd been smarter I would have known that I had just given up more than my soul. Of course, if I'd been smarter I wouldn't have run into that fucking deer in the first place. At any rate, I wasn't smarter. I didn't think there were other consequences to my actions, and even if I had known, I probably wouldn't have cared. All I cared about was that I would get one more night Sheryl. She was all that mattered. I could make her happy one last time. Give her one last gift. Say goodbye.

I don't know, really, how to describe what happened, how I got from the pits of Hell to our bedroom. I know I thought of her. Pictured her with my eyes closed. Pictured her as she always was in sleep. Curled on her side-her left side, her back against my chest. Saw her dark hair spilling all over her face....
And then I heard her breathing and opened my eyes. I saw her there, and it was only when I realized that she was alone that I knew I wasn't dreaming anymore. I know I moved then, though it didn't feel like I was moving. I know I started by our window, and somehow ended up standing above her, but again I don't know how.

I stood there for the longest time, watching the moonlight play over her face, listening to her mumble to herself, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do. At first, I thought of just doing only what needed done, nothing more. But I couldn't. I loved Sheryl too much for that; loved her too much to let her go without pleasure, or to believe it was just a dream. Even if she wouldn't believe it later, I needed her to be awake. I needed to see her eyes, see that light in them one more time. So, I lowered my mouth to her ear, thankful when I felt her hair tickle my mouth, and whispered to her.

"Sheryl?...Ma cherie..." I said sweetly, hoping she'd wake up. She let out a little moan, tossing again. Then, a smile played across her face and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Huh? Is someone there?" she mumbled. She pushed herself up on her hands and looked around the room. Her eyes went right past me, to the window, to the door. I felt my heart plummet. She couldn't see me. Damn, damn, damn....

But she had heard me. She felt me. That was enough. I sighed and knelt on the bed in front of her, gently putting my hands on her shoulders to press her onto the mattress. She let out a little confused cry and struggled, not that I could blame her. I forced myself to smile, and to speak sweetly to her.

"Shh, ma cherie, it's me. It's Neil."

"Oh God! No, no..." she started sobbing then, turning her head into the pillow. I pulled back, staring. What had I done to upset her? Then I realized she was covering her ears with the pillows, shaking her head. Oh God, she thought she was going crazy....

I ran a gentle hand down her back, kissing her neck.

"Shhh, Sheryl, baby, shhh. You're not crazy. You're not, it's me..."

She kept shaking her head, crying, muttering things. I sighed. I didn't have much choice, then. Might as well get it over with, give her what I could, and leave. I was obviously causing her enough pain being here. Hopefully my reason for being here would be solace enough.

I moved to her other side, delicately sliding my hand up under her nightgown, shoving the silk up over her waist. She didn't seem to care, or maybe she just didn't notice, because she just kept crying. I sighed and reached down to my own waist, not too terribly shocked when I realized I wasn't wearing anything. Shrugging, I wrapped my arms around Sheryl's neck, pulling her close, before sliding my fingers down to grasp her left ankle. I delicately put her foot against my waist, then put my arms back around her neck, pressing my lips against her throat as I thrust inside her.

She gave a little gasp as I entered her, and for a moment she seemed to struggle. Then she settled against me, arching against my chest.

"Neil..." she breathed, reaching to her throat, rubbing the spot I had just finished kissing. Her fingers trailed down, following the path of my mouth against her nightgown, all over her breasts and shoulders.

I was shocked when, suddenly, she threw all her weight against me, toppling me so my back was against the mattress and she was straddling me. I watched, stunned, as she continued thrusting against me, head thrown back in ecsasty while silvery tears trailed down her face.

When she came, dragging me along with her, I heard her sob again, a sob that sounded far too much like 'Neil!' for my pleasure. God, I hoped I hadn't done more damage than could. Would she try this again tomorrow night, the night after that? Would she...I sighed, delicately sitting up to kiss her forehead while she still knelt on the mattress, then got up. I couldn't think about it. I'd done all I could, giving up my own soul in the process. There was no way I could come to her again. Let this memory and the memento I'm leaving give her peace, I prayed.

I started walking away from the bed, when I heard her speak again. I turned my head and saw her laying down, head buried in the pillows, sobbing my name over and over. I sighed and walked back over, placing my hand on her back and my lips in her hair.

"Goodbye, ma cherie," I whispered. Then, I thought of something else. I pushed her hair back, placing my mouth right against her ear. "Name her Gwen. Gwenyth Ciel," I whispered. Then, I forced myself to close my eyes and think of Hell. For a moment, I smelled her tears and heard her voice, begging for me. Slowly, her scent was overriden with the smells of burning flesh and blood, and her voice replaced with screams and laughter. I was gone.

Comments

[bitexmarks.livejournal.com]

Ooohh, that was nice. Very interesting :)
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[axeslade.livejournal.com]

Tee, thanks. When I fill in the gaps it'll make much more sense.