Silent Monsters

Chapter 4: Emily

CHAPTER 4 : Emily 

     "EMILY!"  Emily was startled out of her sleep, causing her heart to beat wildly in her chest as she heard the heavy footsteps of her father against cold stone as he ascended the stairs to her room.  A soft frightened whimper escaped her lips and she pulled the covers higher, her eyes staring fearfully at the door to her chambers.  She could hear the jingle of keys as her father sorted through them clumsily before finding the right one and unlocking her door.  Slowly, the door swung open and she could see his dark silhouette framed there in the doorway.  "Emily..."  Her father's drunken murmur came out as he slurred her name.

     He shut the door behind him, locking it into place securely so that they would not be bothered, though it had been years since Emily had resisted him or woken anyone with her screams.  She knew better by now.  He came closer to her bed and hovered there for a moment, something gripped in his hand.  "Father has a nice new pretty dress for you.  I know you'll look so pretty in it...just like Marianne....just like your mother..."  He spoke softly, almost in a whisper as he said her mother's name, his voice cracking. 

     Emily peeked out from under the covers, her eyes searching the darkness.  "A new dress, daddy?  For me?  I love pretty dresses..." She murmured softly, though she knew the price of the gift.  Her father leaned forward and gripped the covers, ripping them away from her body.  "Yes...I know you do Marianne..." He said, his eyes vacant as he stared down at her.  Emily frowned, her eyes looking up at her father as she curled her arms tightly around her knees.  Her father often mistook her name for her mother's.  She supposed it was because he missed her so much.  "It's me daddy...not mommy...mommy isn't here anymore..." She said sadly, the loss of her mother was so painful that it hurt her chest sometimes. 

     Maybe if her mother were still here, her daddy wouldn't have to show her how much he loved her so often.  Her father grunted and shook his head.  Instead of confronting Emily's words, he grabbed her arm and forced her out of the bed, causing a soft whimper to escape Emily's lips.  "I want you to try on this dress for me, Emily...to make sure it fits...."  Emily had heard those very words so often that in her insanity, there were nights that she mimicked them word for word at the same time her father spoke them.  He reached down and grasped the edge of her nightgown and began to pull it up over her head.  Emily lifted her arms compliantly; knowing from many past experiences not to fight her father's demands for it only caused her to become the target of his violent anger.

     For several moments, he stood there simply gazing at her stark naked body, the pale tender flesh of her form almost blue in the moon's full light.  Even in Emily's child-like mind, she was sure that her father saw her mother standing there instead of her.  "So beautiful..."  He reached forward and slid his fingers down from her neck to her breast and let them settle there, a thumb sliding forward to trace the round shape of her hardened n****e before they began to drift lower.  Finally, his fingertips found the soft flesh between her legs.  One finger began to slowly stroke the soft lips, coaxing them open so that he could penetrate her. 

     Emily's lower lip trembled, but she held perfectly still.  "You know that I love you Emily...so very very much..."  He moved closer to her, till her legs were pressed to the edge of the bed and he leaned in, his mouth finding the nape of her neck as he murmured against it.  "I have to show you how much I love you...so that you'll never forget...not ever..."  Emily let out a little whimper.  "Please don't, daddy...I already know that you love me..."  She cried softly, pleadingly.  He shook his head and suddenly pushed her to her knees.

     He began to untie his pants.  With one hand, he pulled his hardened member from within his pants, his eyes staring down at her with intensity.  "You love me, don't you?"  He whispered, his free hand reaching down to slide fingers within her hair.  He tangled her hair in his fingers and drew a tight fist.  She winced in pain and her lower lip trembled as she stared up at him, the floor grinding against her knees.  "Yes, daddy...I love you....but..."  He cut her off, yanking her face towards his hips, crushing his hardened length against her mouth.  "Then show me..." He murmured.

     She whimpered softly, but obediently parted her lips.  Suddenly, his member was sliding past them, driving into the warmth of her mouth.  She could taste the saltiness of sweat on her tongue as she began to stroke it along his member, knowing from experience what he wanted from her.  She shut her eyes tightly, trying to be anywhere but this place.  He muttered a low moan of satisfaction, forcing her head closer so that his length plunged deeper within her mouth, causing her to gag.

     Suddenly, he was pulling her away and yanking her up.  He pushed her against the bed, forcing her body to collapse back unto the bed so that she lay on her back.  Soon, he was fumbling to lose his pants.  Before long, they were falling to the floor and he stepped out of them as quickly as he could. 

     His hands reached out and he pried her legs apart, his fingers digging in so hard that she knew she would have bruises there in the morning.   After her legs were open to him, he climbed on top of her, his body swaying unsteadily.  For a moment, she thought he might pass out and fall on top of her, but he finally steadied himself. 

     His hardened length pressed firmly against her inner thigh as he pressed his body to her own and she could hear the desperation in his voice.  "I need to show you how much I love you...before I lose you again Marianne.  I need you...please don't go..." He whispered in her ear hoarsely.  His hand reached down and guided himself deep within her.  He began to thrust against her so hard that the whole bed shook with the motion.  Emily could do nothing but lay there, tears trickling down her pale cheeks, eyes tightly shut as he satisfied his drunken desires.  Soon though, it was over and silently, he climbed off of her and left her there alone with her tears, making sure to lock the door behind him.

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     The next night, Emily was in a fitful sleep when the sudden crash woke her and she rubbed at her eyes groggily.  "Daddy?"  She called out cautiously.  She strained to try to see in the darkness, but she could only hear a scuffling of feet before the sound of strange voices greeted her ears.  "Get the girl...and keep her bloody well quiet, alright?"  She frowned softly, wondering who was in her room if it wasn't her daddy. 

     There was a grunt and she could hear more movement and suddenly, hands were grabbing roughly at her arms and they were forced behind her back.  "Daddy?  DADD-" Her frightened scream was cut off as a gag was shoved violently in her mouth and her wrists were bound tightly.  She began to try to kick at her assailants, but soon they had her ankles tied as well.  Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain sear through her head, but before she could even cry out in pain, everything went black.

     When Emily finally came to, she groaned softly and frowned in confusion, or rather tried to frown as she realized something rough and scratchy was shoved in her mouth.  She made a face as her tongue scraped across the rough material.  It tasted awful.  As she looked up, she could see firelight from the bonfire ahead of her.  She could feel the cool ground against her back through her nightgown and she realized she was surrounded by woods. 

     She tried to remember how she could have ended up here and soon, it all came flooding back to her.  She tried to scream through the gag with no avail and began to wiggle against the rope that was tied around her wrists and ankles.  It was then that she noticed there were three men standing across the fire staring at her.  "I see the little princess finally woke up.  How much do you think we'll get for her, Joseph?" One of them spoke, his eyes traveling the length of her body suggestively. 

     The one named Joseph looked over at her and a sneer curled his lips.  "I would say he'll pay a pretty little sum to get his daughter back.  I've heard rumors of what he does to her...I'll bet he makes her squeal like a pig."   Masculine laughter roared, echoing in the darkness of the forest around them and Emily could feel panic swell in her chest.  "I'll bet he bangs that pretty little cunt harder than-" Joseph's words were cut off as he was yanked backwards.  A scream erupted from his throat as sharp fangs began to tear into the flesh of his neck. 

     The other men stared in disbelief and fear for only a moment before each of them quickly began to search for weapons.  One found a knife in his gear and turned around to swing it, but the vampire reached him first and a sharp snap was heard as his head was soon twisted all the way around to face his backside.  The vampire turned slowly and the third man, his eyes full of fear, dropped his knife.  He took off scurrying through the woods, stumbling every now and then over the low brush. 

     He was too slow.  The vampire took off at a sprint and suddenly, he was leaping through the air and landing with both feet on the third man's back.  As the man lay there crying, pleading words bubbled from his mouth.  The vampire turned his head to look straight at Emily, his pale green eyes glittering, lips curving into a malicious grin just before he slammed the heel of his boot down to crush the man's skull.  The sound of the man's bones cracking seemed so loud to Emily that it almost felt deafening.

     Slowly, the vampire began to make his way towards Emily and soft frightened whimpers escaped her lips.  When he finally reached her, he knelt beside her and slowly reached a hand out, gently pulling the gag from her lips.  She didn't dare to make a sound.  Her heartbeat so hard in her chest that she was afraid the man could hear it.  She didn't know how right she was.  "Such a pretty little thing.  I will not waste death upon you, my dear.  But you're much too beautiful to let it slip away to old age.  The world lacks enough beauty as it is.  I will give you an eternity of beauty..."

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     Emily sat with her back propped up against the old couch located backstage, Sarah's mutilated corpse propped up between her legs.  She hummed cheerfully, passing a brush through Sarah's blood matted hair.  Emily frowned as a knot became caught in the teeth of her brush.  "Mistress Reinna....this dolly is too broken!  Her hair is all sticky!"  She pouted, eyeing the corpse's hair with disappointment.  Reinna looked down at Emily and then slid her eyes over towards the corpse, a dark grin curling her lips.  "I know, my pet...but I'll give you a new dolly soon and I'll make sure that its head is more intact next time, my love." 

     Reinna was lounged across the length of the couch behind Emily, her slender fingers toying with Emily's brilliant red curls.  Reinna tilted her head to one side and suddenly grasped a handful of Emily's curls tightly, forcing Emily's head backwards as she leaned forward.  "Come and sit on Mistress Reinna's lap..."  She let go of the girl's hair abruptly and sat up straight, waiting for her to comply with her demand.  Emily obediently let the corpse slump over to one side with a thump as she rose and slid unto Reinna's lap, stretching her legs out over the couch, her head lowered in submission.

     "Ahhh...that is better...." Reinna whispered, fingers reaching out to find the spot just above Emily's knee on her inner thigh.  She began to trace her fingernail up until her hand disappeared beneath the frills of Emily's dress.  Emily's lower lip trembled and a whimper escaped her.  Reinna sighed in disgust and shoved Emily forward hard, causing her to stumble onto the floor in a heap.  "You're f*****g useless!  I don't even know why I keep you around anymore!" She sneered, rising so that she towered over Emily, the anger twisting her pretty face into something much uglier.  She suddenly shoved her foot hard into Emily's ribs and Emily let out a pained cry.  She curled up tightly, but the kicks kept coming.  When Emily's ribs cracked, Reinna did not stop.  The blows in fact became harder and all Emily could do was lay there and take it.  Just like with her father, Emily knew from experience that fighting back only caused her more pain.

     "Please Mistress Reinna!  I won't do it again!  Please don't hurt me, mommy!  Please..."  Emily whimpered hysterically now, trying to plead with her as tears ran down her face.  The blows finally came to a stop and Emily peered up at Reinna cautiously.  Reinna's eyes were narrowed into slits.  "You disgust me....You're nothing but useless scraps that your father left anyway.  Get out of my sight.  GET OUT!"  Reinna roared, her voice filling the old theatre with her rage.  Even though Emily was in pain, she scurried away from Reinna like a battered dog and ran as hard and as fast as she could, tears still streaming down her cheeks.  She headed for the only place she knew to go.

     Soon, she was at Kat's bedroom window, her finger tapping at the plane of glass frantically.  "Pretty lady?  Pretty lady??  Please let me in!"  She pleaded.  Kat and River had been sitting on Kat's bed talking about the events that had happened the night before when Emily had started knocking on the window.  Both of them stared open-mouthed at the window as they watched her.

     There was something strange and out of place about a vampire knocking on your window in the middle of the day.  Kat finally stood up and River quickly reached up and grabbed Kat's arm.  The look on River's face betrayed what she was about to say, even before she uttered the words.  "You're not going to let her in, are you?"  Kat arched a brow at her.  "Well, what do you expect me to do?  I don't think she would hurt us deliberately and if I don't, she'll probably break my window trying to get my attention, anyway."  She remarked with a slightly amused grin before moving to the window. 

     When Kat lifted the window though, all amusement left her face and her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the girl's condition.  Blood was stained all over the front of her pale blue dress and her rib bones had actually punctured through the fabric and hadn't healed yet.  "Jesus Christ...."  Kat murmured and lifted her eyes to Emily's own. 

     The look on her face almost broke her heart.  She was like a wounded animal.  Tears were still streaming down Emily's cheeks, leaving jagged streaks where they had passed through the dirt that was still caked there from sliding across the dirty floor of the theatre.  "Reinna did this to you, didn't she?"  Kat asked softly and Emily nodded, another soft whimper leaving her lips as she looked away. 

     "Why did you come here, Emily?"  Emily looked up at Kat uncertainly as if now she were unsure of her decision.  "You are the only nice person I know...You're such a nice lady, such a pretty lady...."  She murmured and more tears slid down her cheeks.  "You won't hurt me, will you?  I'm sorry if I did something bad..."  She lowered her face again and a curtain of bright red curls fell forward over her face. 

     Kat sighed and shook her head, reaching out to lift Emily's chin.  "No Emily...you didn't do anything wrong.  Come on; let's get you inside, ok?"  Emily looked up at Kat as if she were almost surprised by her actions.  She nodded softly and climbed through Kat's window.  Her eyes flicked to River, whose eyes reflected the same fear and caution that Emily's held. 

     Kat ushered Emily to sit in the computer chair and Emily sat obediently, drawing her hands to clasp in her lap as she lowered her head.  Kat crouched down in front of her and peered up into her eyes.  "Why did Reinna do this to you, Emily?"  Emily was quiet for a moment, her eyes averted.  "Mistress Reinna wanted to show me that she loved me...but I was scared....so Mistress Reinna got angry and kicked me.  It was my fault...I was bad....a bad bad bad bad girl......I shouldn't have been scared...Mistress Reinna loves me...."  She murmured almost to herself as more tears trickled down her face. 

     Kat shook her head.  "No, Emily...She doesn't love you if she hurts you.  If someone loves you they will never purposely hurt you."  Kat drew in a breath and got an idea, remembering her promise before.  She reached out and took Emily's hand.  "Here...let me show you the present I have for you, ok?  Follow me."  Emily looked up at Kat uncertainly, but none the less followed Kat's lead into the bathroom. 

     Kat stopped just inside the doorway and reached down, grabbing the large makeup kit from below the sink.  She sat it down on the counter and opened up the top, the shelves spreading out to display the makeup within them and in the larger section below.  "Here you go, Emily...why don't you stay in the bathroom and play with the makeup while River and I talk, ok?" 

     Emily's eyes showed their excitement as she eyed the various colors and she nodded vigorously, not even bothering to look up at Kat.  Kat turned and closed the door behind her and looked over at River.  River's eyes were still large in her face.  "Jesus..." She murmured softly as she let her eyes flicker over to the bathroom door. 

     Kat eyed her for a moment and then sat down on the edge of the bed.  "I know this chic is a vampire, but even I feel sorry for her."  Kat let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall.  River looked her over.  "That...” River indicated the bathroom with the nod of her head. "Is why you can't give yourself over to Reinna.  Looks like the woman drove her insane."  Kat shifted her eyes over towards the bathroom.  "I don't think I want to know what Emily meant when she said Reinna was trying to show her that she loved her..." 

     The possibilities made Kat cringe.  River looked over at Kat meaningfully, pausing for a second before speaking as if she were trying to find the right words to say before she said them.  Her voice was soft as she spoke.  "Kat...are you sure you still want to go through with your plan?  After seeing what she's done to Emily?"  Kat glanced over at the bathroom once more and nodded with determination.  "It only makes me want to go through with it more.  I suppose I won't have to go find Emily now, instead, she found me..."