Sunday, 16 January 2011
03:14:53 AM (GMT)
Calvin Mason knew he had seen the freak twins
kissing under the bleachers. He knew that he had seen them and he wasn’t imagining
it. It was his greatest fantasy, really, and he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe
he had imagined it. But if it was true, and he saw it again, and he could get proof,
Calvin knew he could hold it against the twins and make them his. They were
beautiful, and always had been. It made no sense to anyone as to why they were so
secluded, or why they never left each other’s side. But Calvin, he didn’t care
that they were freaks. They were twins, and they were beautiful, and that was all he
needed to know. It helped that he was almost positive that they were kissing. His
only problem was figuring out how to get proof they were doing it. They’d gotten
away with it for a while now he suspected, and it wasn’t going to be easy catching
them doing it again. But when he did, the rest would be easy.
At least, that’s what he thought. He didn’t know who he was dealing with. When
his moment came, and he clicked the shutter, he never knew what great of a mistake
Calvin rang the girl’s large house’s doorbell. He rocked from one foot to the
other, he was nervous, and the house gave him the creeps. A woman opened the door,
her hair a mess and her clothes wrinkled. She looked disheveled, and like she held
“Excuse me ma’am, I’m here to see the bell’s of the house.” He thought he
was crafty, with his not so clever use of their names.
“Why? They don’t like people to come to the house.” The woman answered him
harshly, wishing nothing more than him to get out before he got wrapped into
Belle’s warped reality.
“Trust me, they’ll want me to come in, their fate depends on it.” He hoped he
sounded dangerous and dark when he said this. Honestly, he sounded like an idiot who
watched too many action movies, but the woman let him in anyway. He was led to a
large pink door, and he watched the woman knock on the door.
“G-girls! You have a visitor.” She stammered, and walked away from the door, and
scurried as far away as she could before Belle could realize it had been her who let
the boy in. Calvin watched her, horrified at what he might see. He held his ground
though, as he heard mutterings, and someone yell a curse word. The door was suddenly
open, and there stood Belle, in an outfit that caused Calvin’s jaw to drop. Her
school shirt was becoming unbuttoned, her bra and cleavage showing clearly. Her hair
wasn’t in its usual pony tail, but was in loose ringlets falling around her face.
He looked behind her, and saw Isabella trying to hunt down her skirt, her shirt also
falling open. She looked up at him, and shook her head, knowing his fate.
“What the hell do you want, Mason?” Belle snarled at him. Calvin looked back at
her, shocked she even knew his name. He’d never even heard the girls speak, and
even with anger attached, the girl’s voice was beautiful and sultry.
“I have something you’ll be very interested in.” He stated, gathering his
composure and reaching in his bag. A sarcastic grin spread across his face,
“Really, you’ll be incredibly interested in it.” Belle glared at him, and
crossed her arms,
“Will I? Really! You promise?” She laughed at him, “You couldn’t interest me
if you were the only human on the planet and in a clown suit, asshole.” She rolled
her eyes, and started to shut the door on him, wishing to return to her twin. Calvin
took a dangerous step towards her and put his hand on the door. He was a head taller
than her, and he was positive that he was stronger than her. He didn’t expect any
sort of fight.
“How would you feel if everyone in the school knew you were kissing you sister,
and then they got the government involved? Isn’t that illegal, or something? And
either way you couldn’t live that down for your entire life.” Calvin raised a
cocky eyebrow, “and all you’d have to do to keep that from happening is doing
exactly what I tell you to, for just one night. You, your twin, me, and my video
camera, that’s all. No one would have to know.”
“Why the hell should we believe you?” Isabella peered over her twin’s
shoulder, and glared at him. She’d never liked Calvin, and he’d always made her
feel a little sick to be around, even just sitting next to him in class. She watched
him pull an envelope out of his bag, and watched as Belle snatched it up. Belle tore
it open, and they both stared at the picture of them kissing. Isabella shook her
head, wondering what caused this boy to be such an idiot.
“That’s why, girls. Because I have several copies of that picture saved on my
computer and unless you do what I say, nothing is stopping me from showing
everyone.” Calvin crossed his arms and watched the girls exchange looks. He watched
a coy look appear on Belle’s face, and she raised her eyebrows at him.
“Well, Calvin, dear boy, let my twin and I take just a moment to get ourselves
ready, and we’re at your command.” Belle told him, no fight in her voice at all.
Calvin nodded, not know what there was to really prepare for.
“But Belle-“ Isabella began, but Belle pushed her sister back, and shut the
door. The girls stared each other down inside their room for a moment, and then
Belle finally spoke.
“I don’t like him. And what do we do to people we don’t like Isabella?” She
didn’t let her twin answer, she just smiled, “You play along with me, and do as I
say, is that clear?” She watched Isabella nod, and then she opened the bedroom door
again. She smiled seductively at Calvin, and pulled him inside by his belt loops.
Isabella quietly shut the door behind them.
“Well Mister Calvin, what on earth is it you’ll have my twin and I do? Knit you
something? Paint you a picture?” She smiled innocently. Isabella sat quietly on the
floor at Calvin’s feet and she spoke,
“Maybe we’ll give him a haircut, or tell him a story. We could sing for you
Calvin, is that what you want?” Isabella giggled, as innocently as her sister’s
smile was. Calvin stared at them, not expecting this reaction. He, of course,
didn’t really know the girls, but this seemed unusual to him. He decided he’d
take the risk, however, and go along with it. Calvin had no class about him, however,
and he was completely blunt about his intentions.
“Sex, that’s what I want. From both of you, at the same time, I want sex. I want
it on tape, so I can watch it again to make sure it happened. I want to be touching
your bodies and hear you moan. I want to see you two kissing each other, and touching
each other. That’s what I want.” He frowned, hoping they wouldn’t completely
go insane, or something strange.
Belle raised her eyebrows, “Aren’t you blunt, but fine. Turn your camera on, and
I’ll let Bella start, just let me tell her what to do. She only listens to me.”
Calvin nodded, accepting this answer while Belle whispered into Isabella’s ear.
Isabella kept shaking her head, until Belle lifted up her sleeve to show her the
scars on her arm and reminding her of their promise. Isabella finally sighed, and
The camera was set up, and rolling. Isabella told Calvin to stand in front of her,
and she grinned up at him, still sitting in the floor.
“You let me do what Belle told me to, and you’ll be as happy as can be.”
Isabella told him, looking at him innocently. She tugged on his belt buckle, slyly
undoing it. Her fingers undid his pant buttons with ease, and before she continued,
“Calvin, we’re both virgins. We’ve never been with a boy. I need to go get
something that will make this easier, okay?” She half asked, half informed him,
cocking her head at him, hoping he wouldn’t argue. He didn’t, he was too excited
about what Isabella was about to do. Belle left, and Isabella painstakingly slowly
pulled his pants down, and then reached for his boxers. She saw out of the corner of
her eye her twin easing out of the secret door in their room. She smiled at Calvin,
slipping her fingers into the waist of his boxers,
“You messed with the wrong girls, bitch.” She snarled at him. Calvin didn’t
have time to think, as the bullet hit his head, a direct hit, as always. Belle never
missed what she was aiming for, and she always killed it. Isabella looked at her
twin, and stood quietly, then closed her eyes.
“The maid did it, and you’re going to take care of it. Right, Belle? It was the
maid?” Isabella opened her eyes to feel Belle holding her tightly, kissing her neck
and leading her to their bed.
“Yes, Bella, the maid did it, and I’ll clean it up after we finish what we were
doing earlier.” Belle grinned as she rammed her hand inside Isabella’s underwear,
and heard her twin moan.
“I’ll always take care of it, Bella.”
“You mean you and your sister, you…” Phillip raised his eyebrows at her,
wondering why someone would allow their sister to do such things to them.
“Yea, we did, quite regularly, actually. If you weren’t allowed any attention
from anyone but that one single person, you’d take what you could get. And if she
wanted it there was no arguing. If I argued, I died. That’s as simple as it gets,
honestly.” Isabella sighed, and hugged herself. She wasn’t really comfortable
with talking about this, as it made her seem more freakish than she already was. Her
sister had made her this way, true, but everyone had expected her to be able to stand
up for herself, at least a bit anyway. She never could, and she hated that about
herself. Phillip could see it, in her eyes and hey body language- that she hated
herself. Although she flaunted her body, that was just because that was what she was
taught by her twin, there was nothing else she knew. She was just a toy, and she knew
it, and she hated it.
“Well, I uh, I don’t care to hear about the final murder, I know all the
details on that one. That’s how you two got caught, with the kidnapping, and the
sudden, completely incautious murder of the boy. But he wasn’t just any boy,
right? He was your secret boyfriend?” Phillip asked her, and raised his eyebrows at
her, waiting for an answer. She looked away, trying to hide the look in her eyes, and
biting her lip to keep it from trembling.
“Isabella, she’s killing people you loved, or you want to love. Don’t you
want it to stop?” Phillip asked her, holding out his hand to her, wishing to make
her feel secure.
“I thought you caught her! I thought you police officers caught her and I was
just in here to tell the truth because everyone knows she’s a liar!” Isabella
started to go into a panic, and she looked at him, terrified, “I thought you had
her.” She whispered, her lips trembling again and her body beginning to shake.
“Now, Isabella calm down, I thought they told you. Didn’t they? Isabella,
Belle escaped. They had her in the Psych Ward and she convinced a nurse to leave her
unattended for a moment. No one is really sure where she went. Isabella, don’t you
know why you’re here?” Phillip watched the girl look more horrified by the
second. He wanted to hold her, to make her feel safe. He knew, however, with Belle on
the loose, Isabella would not be safe. “Isabella, we need you to lead us to your
sister. That’s why you’re here, to give us a basic idea as to where she could be.
She would never expect you to betray her; you’re her only and closest companion.”
Phillip stared at her.
“I can’t.” She muttered.
“We need you to, or you’re going to the Psych Ward too.” He told her,
sitting back. He knew the threat would set her off.
“No! You can’t do that! You can’t do that to me!” She yelled at him,
standing up suddenly. “I can’t be told I’m crazy! I’m NOT crazy! Belle is!”
She started to stammer, not knowing what to say.
“We could tell everyone that Belle killed you, Isabella, and then, we could
tell everyone you were Belle. And that you, were just lying about everything.” The
threat was dark, and Isabella knew they could do it. Tears streamed down her face,
and she shook her head, until finally she whispered,
“I’ll do it.”
Last edited: 17 January 2011