dolldeath-888

[dolldeath-888]

𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓝𝓞. 3

25 October 1994, Brooklyn, NY

His eyes open, it’s a cloudy day with light drops falling on the glass and window sill of Sebastian’s bedroom. His hands gently rub the eyes that still see opaque from waking up and that clean the dirt accumulated in the eyes during sleep, then with the support of his arms he sits on the mattress with the lower part of the body still covered by the warm down. He looks around still dazed for a few minutes silent, turns to the calendar. Fuck. It’s Monday, there is college, he has to get up and go to that boring place full of people who team him badly from head to toe, and besides it’s already 5:30 in the morning and by 7:30 he should be there, on the desk sleeping with his eyes open. You know it’s literally 2 hours and you could take your time, but college is not that close and your morning energy isn’t the best a student can ask for, so it would be better if his sleeping legs wake up along with his lazy ass and run down to the kitchen to at least breakfast. After eating and settling down in the bathroom to look like a decent person, he goes back up to his bedroom and opens the doors of his closet to pick up some clothes to wear, the first things he could find in the closet and put them on. He carries the heavy backpack on his shoulder.

ー I’m sore in my back at this rate, I’ll have to buy a posture corrector if I want to look like an eighty-year-old who can only stand on his stick.

Sebastian thinks in the silence of his mind as he walks down the college streets with a sore back from the weight on his shoulders. Literally. After a few minutes of walking, there he is, in front of the entrance to his college, “Queens College”. The open doors that await him, and here comes that unpleasant smell to him, the smell of humanity.

ー No, not again, don’t make me see those space ass faces with the deodorant knowledge at zero, please.

That’s what he is thinking, but he gets up his courage and the moment he puts his foot on the crumbling college floor, the bell rings for the start of class. He releases a breath of resignation and walks to his classroom, already full of his companions who put their backpacks under the desks and their jackets on the chairs while sitting on the cold chairs. Sebastian does the same hoping that no one has yet at that time enough energy to be able to socialize with him, since his brain is still off and the eyelids could close at any moment and fall into a deep and peaceful sleep, The only problem is that it would be during classes in front of the teacher and the rest of the students in the classroom. He sits and looks around, in every corner there is the face of someone who to his displeasure knows and years of studies. There is only one thought, a single phrase that echoes like an echo in his mind...

ー If at this moment they gave me a gun in hand and let me shoot who I want, I would point the kick at myself and throw three shots without thinking about it.

His are fixed on the desk scribbled by his boredom of lessons in past weeks, the class representant comes in and lights up classes, his eyes were not ready for the flashing light but there was something worth being blinded by it. You might think that Sebastian hates her as much as he does with everyone, but in reality his eyes only lit up when he saw her. Aliyah Moonstone, a 25-year-old girl with long wavy red hair, pistachio green eyes with her bright reflections that gave life to her, pale pink skin and red cheeks, pigmented pink lips, soft and feminine features, the slim and delicate body highlighted by the elegant clothes in warm colors that she wears. Sebastian’s gaze follows her with a reflection of love and admiration in his eyes. His soul was hers, because it could not function without her presence, even if he did not know whether she felt what he felt or knew if they would ever end up together, for Sebastian Aliyah was everything. She was his world, his universe, every breath he took, every beat he had,she was just everything. All students sit down in their seats and Professor Sidney sits down at her desk placing her bag under the drawers of the cabinet, opens the register and swipes over the page of the appeal and stops on a person from section “C”, she raises her head to the students and raises her voice to make everyone hear the announcement.

ーGood morning to all, guys. From today in this class will be welcomed a new student who will study with you in this class, please treat her kindly and make her feel welcome among us. Come in Thorn!

It couldn’t be that Thorn. It must be another girl with the same name. It can’t be like that, please. The sound of boots comes forward and from the classroom door a girl enters on the meter sixty, has long black hair smooth, blue eyes but empty as a deep pool, the shape of them is narrow and with a gloomy look, her lips were crimson red and probably of nature not noticing any presence of makeup on her face, the hard vampire features, the skin pale as a corpse with only a breath of color around the eye, With a slim and curved body and dressed in a black dress covered in velvet with the skirt that comes shortly after to the knees, transparent black tights specially ruined and high boots in black leather with a small touch of heel on the heel. It was her, it was the same. But why was she here? In a school? What should she do in a place guarded by teachers, school assistants and full of rules that reduce what a person with bad intentions like she would want to do? It’s not known, but it’s not good if she followed him there, that’s for sure. Sebastian tried to keep a neutral look and a physical language that did not arouse suspicion but her voice made his skin twitch at hearing alone.

ー Hi everyone, it’s a pleasure to meet you! My name is ThornCrimson and I hope to get along with everyone here from now on!

Thorn says with a fake smile printed on her lips talking with her cold voice that he almost seems not to express real emotions even if it manages to convince the rest of the class including the teacher. She beckoned to go in his place. Thorn with a light and fast walk finds a place behind that of Aliyah, he was doing it on purpose, had bad intentions and Sebastian knew it well, she always follows him and surely will know that Aliyah is a sensitive button to touch. She did not want her to get in trouble or hurt badly because of his influences and his irresponsibility of entering the woods late at night and interrupting a ritual of witches to earn death threats accompanied by a promise of persecution from the “new companion” of class. After class, as soon as the bell rang, everyone in class huddled around Thorn to get to know him better, as if he was a good person or someone with whom it is pleasant to have a chat, poor, they don’t know what is hidden under that double face she wears to appear sociable. She was like a demon. Demons make themselves look good to attract and deceive people by their appearance, as she was doing and will probably continue to do as long as she wants to continue playing this game once she gets bored, It will end everything or in the worst possible way or in the worst possible way. Sebastian gets up from his chair and approaches Aliyah trying to get her attention so she can get away from Thorn’s eye for a few minutes.

ー Hey, how are you Aliyah? - he asks to attract her

ー Oh, good! Don’t you think that the new student is “particular”?, of course I mean in her aesthetic style I’m not already judging her for some aspect of her character, I don’t even know her yet, but the appearance would be what I would expect from a female version of yours!

She responds with her usual constant and active energy circulating in the blood, the fact that she compared Thorn to the female version of Sebastian, It gave him headaches but tried not to show this hatred to unknown and innocent eyes replacing it with false interest.

ー Yes, she has a very particular and dark style of dressing, although I wouldn’t call it my feminine version. She will also know how to wear clothes with a dark atmosphere but you can look good with whatever you are wearing and then you are fine with that skater skirt...

ー Thanks! I was trying something new to wear... or maybe I just have to tell the truth and say that when I enter a store you hear voices telling me to buy for force and so every time I go out with more clothes than dignity from the mall

She responds by trying to add a little mood to the conversation while in heart it was slightly beating faster even if she didn’t notice, Sebastian instead laughs honestly at his attempt to break the ice, which makes Aliyah smile too. A laugh leads to another and after a few minutes of conversation, Sebastian’s heart goes like a thousand roller coaster even just for a smile from that beautiful girl, you could see he was totally lost.

ー Sebastian, maybe you want to go out on Friday afternoon? even just a few places for a few hours... do you accept?

She proposes calmly, while to the hearing of that sentence Sebastian’s brain had worked out that going out together was equal to appointment, for almost did not see the stars but with little stability left responds as a normal person

ー Sure! I love talking to you so spending a few hours together saves me from the silence of my home...

Aliyah responds with a smile and when the bell rings everyone sits back in their seats for the continuous lessons, at the end of the day he puts his foot out of college and staring at the void with the breeze in his hair thinking about what happened. His worst nightmare had entered his school but at least he had earned a date with his crush.

It would be beautiful...

If he didn’t have to deal with the constant gaze of evil eyes.

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𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓝𝓞. 2

24 October 1994, Brooklyn, NY

It’s 3:45 in the morning, Sebastian rushes like a cheetah to his door with still his heart beating intensely in his chest and sweat running all over his body. He seals the door by turning the key many times in the lock and using the latch, being able to be more calm and catch a breath from the long run that had gone through. Maybe it was a good option to climb the stairs of his house and get under the covers with your head on the pillow, now that the cloth wraps him feels warm and safe... or at least for now, remembering the threat of Thorn that echoes in his mind even before falling into deep sleep the few hours left to sleep and dream. Sebastian’s vision begins to change from the black pitch of the closed eyelids, some white, red, yellow, green are added that swirl and form images slowly.

He’s going to dream, the scenery begins to appear vivid. The first thing you notice is a distorted light like the rest flaming, the bonfire, women reciting incomprehensible prayers. Again no. In the whole distorted image the only clear form are initially well visible red eyes that come closer and closer to the visual, the proximity begins to expose a pale female face with fresh familiar features, those of Thorn. Delicate hands with long nails dyed in dark red barely touch the clothes of Sebastian’s dreamlike body before he can subconsciously run just as he did in reality, the deeper he gets into the forest, The more the image becomes distorted and confusing and resembles a totally black gap, like the void. After a few seconds he finds himself wrapped in total black in solitude, the void, at least he thought he was alone, of shot the figure of Thorn appears before his face soaked with anger. The surroundings of the dream Thorn are filled with a visible aura mainly crimson as blood, hands finally take him with a strong grip, she is ready to talk to him. Her voice is cold, full of feminine depth, decision, anger contained by herself.

ーI see that you gave me the right attention only the first minutes after my words but then go to sleep in peace pretending nothing, dear. You didn’t understand me. I’m not a fool who makes empty promises and then leaves you alone, for nothing. What you have done is grave and you deserve to be frightened and panicked by my presence that will haunt you for eternity and always have its breath on your neck. Remember every second you breathe on this earth my words: I will persecute you to the last, I swear it on my own soul.

The sound of the alarm clock, which indicated 8:00 am, interrupts sleep, the gaze turns to the calendar, on the sheet of October 1994, looks at 25 and is more relieved when he sees that it’s Sunday and can stay at home or go out in freedom but still a little anguished by the knowledge that the next day he should go to his college as every day of each week. He certainly can’t stay staring at the ceiling all day, so he stretches his body and with not much desire, comes down from bed, heading with heavy and drowsy steps to the stairs leading to the living-kitchen. He cooks something fast to prepare and then goes to the bathroom to get ready. She washes her face with cold water to wake up well, brushes her black hair without leaving a knot in it, quickly heads for the kitchen to remove the breakfast from cooking before it burns and serves it on a plate. He eats quietly while watching television and then goes up to the room opening the wardrobe doors. He wears a black and white Nirvana shirt, a black leather jacket, a belt, worn-out black jeans and black high boots and then takes his keys to the house and goes outside.

He loves the cloudy and cloudy days from the darkened sky like that, even Sebastian himself did not know why he had gone out, maybe wanted to find something entertaining after having passed the scene of last night and the dream. He was thinking of stopping by the city’s Music Center to buy a new electric bass, so he walks down the street and when he gets in he comes into the place feeling the cold air coming from the fans attached to the ceiling. Sebastian was friends with the Music Center worker, Ethan, who immediately looks over from the desk he worked at and jokingly greets him.

ーHey Sebastian, are you here to buy really yet another bass or playing scrocco and not buying anything?

Sebastian laughs and responds.

ーNo Ethan, I will not play... maybe... pretend you did not listen to that but I swear this time I intend to buy!

The worker smiles and lets him explore the shop. Sebastian looks at a green and black bass, like the colors of his favorite band, Type O Negative, he likes. He takes a supply of spare ropes and goes to the cashier to pay for them. He greets Ethan as he goes out with his bass in the case that he has on his shoulder, now where can he go? Perhaps in a cafeteria, something to drink would please him. The place has two large dark wood doors with a glass window on top, a black background billboard and a crimson red cursive writing that makes "Midnight On", all the exterior and the whole apparently of glasses with a very gothic theme. Enter the room: black parquet, white lanterns hanging from the ceiling built like that of a gothic cathedral, dark wood walls with shelves and well-made details, black chairs with crimson strokes, The black tables decorated with elegant tablecloths red blood. Sebastian heads to a table while listening to the goth music played by the club, takes in his hands the menu of the place and reads it while thinking with indecision what to take.

After a few minutes he has in his hand the drink he ordered, drinking it calmly while holding his legs crossed and leaning on the chair on the other side of the table. Suddenly, after drinking the drink, he starts to feel a slight cramp in his stomach but initially ignores it thinking it was just an impression that is being created in his mind. The pain becomes stronger and more intense, like a knife that slowly pierces his stomach while the blood gushes out, he holds on to the table while bending in two while resting his head on the table. With difficulty he gets up from his chair and runs to the exit of the local, opens the door of the taxi nearby and enters while the taxi driver seems confused by the painful situation of Sebastian.

ーGo to Batweb Street 69, hurry please! It’s urgent!

The taxi driver immediately turns with his view on the steering wheel of the car and with his foot presses the pedal to accelerate and start the car. In a few minutes, for Sebastian of pure suffering, the taxi is in front of his house on the street indicated by him. He opens the door of the taxi, and runs to his front door. He puts the key in the lock and turns it as fast as he can, then pushes the door with the little force his body allowed. As soon as he sets foot in his home a feeling of peace flows through his body, but not to be at his home, but because as soon as he entered the pains have stopped. They are gone. It was strange that a drink not even alcoholic with nothing special inside had caused him cramps of the kind and then as soon as he enters his house suddenly and without any explanation, they disappear into thin air, But it was already better to feel that deep and painful heartbeat in the stomach again. Sebastian walks lightly to the bathroom to cool off a bit and what he finds gives an explanation of everything that had happened strange to him until now.

"Now that you’ve seen my skills I think you understand what posse do and that these are real warnings, aren’t they?"

This is what the still fresh blood on the mirror reads as the point of question mark drips slowly down the base of the mirror and drops slowly into the sink. He is very worried and surprised to realize all that happened and stares intensely at the mirror, the only noise you can hear in the room is just the breath of Sebastian and the dripping of blood from the writing. There’s a noise coming from the hallway behind Sebastian.

Boom.

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𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓝𝓞.1

𝓟𝓛𝓞𝓣 𝓞𝓕 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓢𝓣𝓞𝓡𝓨!

In the quiet woods, Sebastian unwittingly stumbles upon a gathering of witches led by Thorn, the mysterious ringleader of the group. The witches are in the midst of a shadowy ritual, and Thorn is furious when she notices Sebastian's presence. Determined to protect their secrecy, Thorn chases him away, but not before making a chilling vow: she promises to relentlessly pursue him across the city, turning his life into a living nightmare. From that moment on, Sebastian finds himself haunted by Thorn's ceaseless chase. Maybe their hate for each other will become a passionate and dangerous romance? It's time to discover it, good reading…

𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓞:

genres: romance, horror, thriller

for: 13+

in the year: 1994

place: America, Brooklyn, NY

𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓝𝓞.1:

24 October 1994, Brooklyn, NY

Sebastian Clover. A 28-year-old American man, tall, empty blue eyes, medium length black long straight hair, pale skin as death, slim but fit, gothic style and an intelligent character, kind, humorous, romantic and gentle. It's 3:00 in the morning, witch time, where anything can happen. Sebastian was wandering around the Gosth forest of New York for a walk in contact with nature with only the cold breeze of October and the smell of dry leaves that envelops him. The leaves creak at every step and the atmosphere is darker, the cicadas that sang have now ceased creating complete silence. He begins to feel his heart beat up without any reason, panic grows with every second that passes as if in his mind is the suffocating sound of a clock hands and starts sweating cold. Sebastian stops for a moment near a circle of trees feeling his head start and a strange sense of... attraction, as if there was some kind of energy that attracts him more and more, he feels observed by something or someone, all the glances pointed at him. She turns slyly towards the tree beside him, imagining the roots reaching his feet and blocking him from running as the leafy branches stretch toward his neck and slowly tighten his neck ensuring a slow death and anxiety. The terror is getting to his head. He immediately looks away from the subject and looks back at the circle of trees, only that there suddenly there is a warm feeling different from that of the cold breeze, a smell of burning wood and human sounds that he is not producing. In the center of the circle there is a large high and alive bonfire that burns with intensity, around it there are several women who walk around him and do strange things around while pronouncing long sentences that from Sebastian's distance can not be deciphered or well heard. All wear long black gothic dresses in silk or lace, the fabrics seem to dance with every movement of their body, the sound of indelible sentences seem curses or prayers to unknown people who worship with adoration. Sebastian's steps begin to proceed without him being able to control them, he gets so close that he can feel the flames burning and illuminating in the darkness and clearly hear the prayers that women say...

ーMy dark mother Lilith, hear me; oh how i love you, Lilith, I meditate on your message all day long & you grant me your strenght, courage and rebellious spirit, allowing me to feel confident and to love my self once again...ー

The attraction increases. the breath becomes heavier.

ーI look at your glorious face, wich is bright on the right side and dark to the left, i find confort and feel safe, knowing you are watching over me...ー

The steps continue. the smell of burning wood and incense is like a drug.

ーI listen for your enchanting voice wich is as soft and smooth as oil, in the wistling breeze and the bellowing wind, & you teach me ancient wisdom and divine secrets...ー

The heart beats faster every minute. begins to hallucinate shadows flying between the branches of trees.

ーI smell your fragrance of your seductive spirit and taste your honey-sweet name, whenever I smile, as I overflow with gratitude for all have you done for me...ー

He feels a hypnotizing fragrance that is driving him crazy.

ーLilith, Woman of Harlotry, Queen of the Desert, Ancient Goddess, oh how I love you and I love others for your sake all day long...ー

The witch leader of the club with a serious and threatening look towards Sebastian. She is Thorn Crimson, a 23-year-old Polish woman, short, with darkened celestial eyes, long black, smooth hair reaching her mid-chest, cadaverlike skin, hourglass body, traditional gothic style and selfish, lustful and powerful character. Sebastian is mortally terrified by Thorn's look and aura, regains control of his body and movements and the first thing he does is simply, as any person with common sense would do, run as far away from the Gosth forest as he can. Thorn grabs his shirt for a moment, letting him drag her into the race, her goal is to drive him away.

ー Hey! Sebastian Clover! Don't you dare run away from me! Your worst mistake was getting close to us! Face the consequences! ー Thorn yells with her deep and feminine voice at Sebastian.

He is worried by how she knows his name while being a total stranger, he had not even used a fraction of his breath to talk with her... How did she know? But this is not the thing to think about at this moment, he just had to run until his lungs allow it. His breath is short but by his great fortune, Thorn falls between the colored and dry leaves of autumn, she raises her head staring at Sebastian run to the exit of the forest and from the depth of her diaphragm screams with anger:

ー Now you can run away! but be aware: I will persecute you until the end, I swear on my own soul! ー

The silence falls.

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