Monday, 3 January 2011
09:36:42 PM (GMT)
(Finally, eh? Oh, and I've been thinking about a new name for the book... Beneathe
blah blah blah is too long teehee... Check out the diary named *Beneathe--- New
Names* under Jonetsu's account.
Warning: Rape scene :D (my head: AWMFG FUCK I HAVE TO WRITE THIS...)
Ethan smiled as I stepped out of Lilli's car. Lilli said she would drive me to the
dance because I didn't have a car. Thank... Dad.
If only she knew.
Turns out Lilli was going with James. I forced a smile at Ethan. Jerk...
He held his hand out and I placed mine in his. We followed Lilli and James in, with
Jasper and Ahiru behind us.
~ ~ ~
Lilli looked at her watch quickly. "It's about eleven, guys. My parents will flip if
I'm not home soon. By the way, James, this is a nice farmhouse. Oh and, Flor, can you
get a ride home?"
"Yeah, Ethan will take me." I said.
"Alright." I heard Lilli shut her car door and drive off with James.
Ethan looked over into the old barn. For some reason, when I looked in the barn,
it distantly reminded me of Hell. I wondered how the humans felt about the old place.
For a minute, I missed my father. Stacie. Wes. María-Belle...
"Flor, let's go look up in the hayloft. It'll be fun." said Ethan, grabbing my
"But I'm in a dress?" I said, laughing. Ethan walked into the hadows under the
upper level of the barn. My smile faded. I looked up. I thought I saw turquoise eyes.
I shook my head and followed Ethan into the shadows. Of course that isn't always a
smart move, but a demon can handle herself. "Ethan?"
I felt hands on my waist. "I'm here." Ethan's hands slid down to my back and he
turned me around. I still couldn't see. Funny. I should be able to see in the dark.
Then, as always, it just got worse.
I heard a soft, muffled crash when he pushed me into the wall of the barn. How
could he see?! "Ethan?!" My mind went blank. I tried to break open my wings, to make
my eyes turn red, to throw him back with no strength, to scare him in any way
I felt vicious lips on my neck. I tried pushing him back but he just wouldn't
move. He moved up to my jawline. Slowly... Slowly... Slowly... His hands pinned my
arms solid to the wall.
Why won't I change?!
I tried to move, but Ethan's hand caught my head. I moved my free hand to get my
other hand free, but he pinned both above my head with one of his hands.
"Let go of m--?!" I choked on air as Ethan moved his lips to mine. His hand slid
down and across my waist and to my back. He started fumbling with the laces of my
The laces that kept the damn thing on.
I had to think. Fast. My legs were free. Maybe if I...
Great. Now I'm on a timer. I have to do it. I have to. I brought my leg up to
his... yeah. He hissed in pain and lessened his weight on me. I pushed him back and
ran for the barn door. But wow, human men are fast when demons can't use their
Ethan tackled me from behind. Damn, football players weigh a lot.
"Ethan, stop!" I didn't realize how scared I was until I spoke. My voice was
trembling, barely more than a whisper. I was trembling.
OK, if I can stall him...
I kicked back, hearing a loud crack! as my foot hit his leg. At least I
knew I had more strength closer to the door.
I turned over, which might have been a bad move, but it stopped him for a bit.
He didn't stay stopped for long. I slipped his hand onder me, undoing the last lace
then slipping the dress off slowly. I wanted to scream. I wanted so badly to scream.
I couldn't. I just couldn't. Ethan continued to kiss me. My lips, my neck, my
shoulders... Tears welled up in my eyes. This couldn't be happening. This just
Then a soft thump by the ladder.
A boy of about 12 stood, holding a knife. His eyes were pained. It was as if he
wasn't really there. The boy crept behind Ethan. I saw a flash of silver-ish light.
Ethan screamed. I felt a small, cold point pierce my skin lightly. I threw Ethan off
my when the point was gone. Blood ran down the small boy's arm and knife. His eyes
were proud and vengeful as he looked down at the screaming high-school student Ethan.
The screams were so terrible... So chilling... My father always chose the quick,
painless death. Never this slow and agonizing!
The boy knelt beside Ethan and mumbled something. My eyes widened as he dragged
the knife down to Ethan's mid-back.
"To Hell with you, spawn." growled the boy to Ethan.
Last edited: 22 January 2011