Hi, I'm PBfan4, I'm 18. I love writing stories and drawings (mostly with pastels and charcol) and I'm totally obsessed with the show Prison Break, hence my name.
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A Husband's Rage
No man has ever been so beautiful. No man has ever ignited such a burning flame of love and passion inside me. No man has ever filled me with so much need and want. No man has ever possessed my heart and held it with such strength and grace. No man has ever been capable of these things and no
man ever will be again. For he is no ordinary man, he is my poison and yet my antidote, he is my William.
I was made for William Bateman, carved from a rose quartz and molded to be his match. Our hearts were created by the delicate hand of the same maker, our lives entwined by the bitter-sweet stars of destiny andtorn apart by the corruption of the Salem Courthouse.
My heart bleeds with each heavy step that lands on the rotton wood platform. Fear and desperation swirl around me as the wind blows bringing the familiar and comforting smell of my William, fresh from his body, a final time. Despite his plead and my promise I cannot stop the hot liquid fom stinging my eyes as tears fall like rain from my breaking soul. The cheering crowd of neighbors and once friends turn my stomach with a vile tumble of disgust and dread. They are pathetic beings, unworthy of the love that William and I share, unknowing of the truth behind their
tossed stones and uncaring of the lives they are bloody thirsty for. Fueled by their
terror of the unknown, this town, this unjust excuse for law had made their verdict and are all too hasty to murder my William.
"Today," begins the witch hunter his voice joyous with cruelty, "we berid Salem of these demons, Abigal Tomson, James Pruett and William Bateman!"
My breath stops mid way to my lungs as his name, my William's wonderful name, is uttered through his foul teeth. Anger boils in me and I wish beyond anything else that this "witch hunter" would be struck down where he stands, cast away and tortured for the pain he has put my William and me through and for the ache of the future that I know we will never get the chance to have. As if sensing my thoughts,
William's eyes stop searching the crowd and land on me. His eyes, filled with pity and sorrow instead of malice and his lips tilt in a slight grin in an effort to show me his strength and courage. My mind goes back to the last conversation we had together after he had been charged and sentenced with witch craft. A conversation that had taken the place of any hope and dreams I once had. A conversation that I will always remember.
"No!" I screamed, clutching my hands around my head. "How? How could they convict you and sentence you to death! It is not true, you're not a witch."
"I know darling, I know," he whispered softly reaching for me. "I don't know why this fate has fallen upon us but all will be well."
"How, William?" I cried in horror. "How will all be well when your death has be scheduled?"
"Faith, you must believe me. Your love has given me strength and because of that I will be okay."
"No," I whisper into his chest through tears, "you won't."
"I'll always be here for you. My heart was your's since the day I met you and yours it shall remain forever."
My gaze refocuses on William as the exucutioner places him in position. There is so much noise surrounding me and yet I hear nothing but my own shaking breath. William's eyes never leave mine as the rope is wrapped and tightened around his neck. I swallow hard, surprised that my legs are still capable of holding me. His gentle lips mouth three words before his face changes, becoming hard, becoming the face of a warrior.
Shutting my eyes in horror, I cannot bear to look at my poor William any longer. To see his limp body dangling from the noose would kill me where I stand. The crowd slowly thins and the bodies of the unfortunate are cut down and laid upon the grass. Twilight spreads out before me and I feel the upcoming night's chill and yet I still am unable to leave. I mindlessly move to my William's side, the warmth of his
skin gone and the life in his eyes long departed. My knees crash to the ground as I crumple beside him, tears continue to flow from eyes that should have run out hours ago. Collapsing my head on his torso I listen to his empty chest and can feel myself dying inside.
"I love you too," I whisper, kissing his absent heart. "I'll always love you."
i don't have a title for this one yet so if you like it and have any ideas let me know :)
The cool night's breeze swims around her, coating the air with sensual danger. Brushing the fallen curl from her gorgeous face she lingers in the dark shadows of the trees waiting for her prey. The memories of her last meal crash into her mind, intoxicating her and pushing her closer to the beast inside her. Her pupils flash to red as the memory subsides into her mind.
Biting her bottom lip she watches as a young man stumbles from the bar. The air is quickly coated with liquor and the scent of masculant flesh. Emerging from her hiding spot, she steps into the lamp light, exposing her perfect body and sensual lure to her victim. He stops all movement at the sight of her, momentairy stunned by her beauty. His heart beats faster as she draws near making the sweet smell of his crimson liquid intensify. Moving closer she licks her lips, giving them a sleek sexy shine that leaves the man breathless.
"Hello," she purrs pushing out the swell of her breast.
"Hey baby," he slurs back. "You need a ride?"
Twisting her mouth into a smile of victory, "No thanks."
Gliding towards him she presses her chest against his, her eyes trailing down his body and onto his growing bulge and then up to her main interest. The pulse in his throat throbs and her eyes lock on it, amplifying her blood lust. Her pupils flash again as the beast dwelling inside her becomes to hard to handle.
"What the hell?" The man gasps in horror. "What the hell are you?"
"Your end," she growls exposing her fangs.
The man's scream is lost in the wind as she plunges her teeth deep into her victim's throat. The thick liquid travels into her mouth making her moan in pleasure. The sweet taste dances on her tastebuds allowing her to swollow the life of her victim. His blood is hinted with that of alcohol and fear. The latter of which gives her a larger thrill.
The man groans in a conglomeration of pleasure and pain as her lips continue to suckle the blood from him. His body go limp with the loss and she holds him tighter, unable to manage the blood lust any longer. She sucks harder and faster, draining him of all life as the beast takes complete control.
She drops the remainder of her meal on the gravel as she licks her lips, savoring the final taste of blood that lingered there. Her eyes return to their normal blue as she steps away from the lifeless body. Retreating back into the shadows, she spins under the moonlight fully content.
"They always taste better with fear."