3 September 2012

(HORROR/ROMANCE) 1

"Come on, Bobby! Don't be a chicken!" I hissed over to my older brother.(He's 19 & 11 months, I'm 18 & 10) "Come back here, Kris!" he shouted angrily. "Shush!" I whispered,"You'll scare away the little rabbit family I've found!" "You'll scare them first: with your face!" he laughed. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and snapped a picture of the kittens (baby rabbits) suckling. I quickly dashed of; I didn't want to frighten them. As I scampered away, I caught sight of a dark haired man. "Hello!" I said, cheerily. "Hello!" he answered back. "How are you?" I asked. "Excellent," He turned around. He had a very short beard but not quite stubble, dark red eyes and tousled dark brown hair. He was quite handsome. Red eyes? Seriously? I thought. "Are those contacts?" I asked. I saw that he was thinking. "Yes," he said after a long period of time," Do you like them?" I nodded. "Great for Halloween!" "All the better to scare you with," he laughed. We both did. "Well, goodbye...?" he smiled. "Christina. You?" "Danny." "Will you be back tomorrow, Danny?" I asked. He pointed to his binoculars. "Rabbit spotting," he replied. I beamed. "Me too! I'll come and join you tomorrow," I said. He beamed back. "See you then, Christina!" he replied before running into the thick undergrowth.

2 "Did you guys have fun?" Aunty Jane asked. "A ball," Bobby grumbled. "Yep!" I smiled. I switched the TV on and 'Fake Britain' was on. I was instantly glued. I loved a good police-involved show. "What is this load of-?" Bobby began before Aunty Jane sat down. "I don't think so, Bobby. This is a good show to watch. It makes you aware of what idiots are trying to trick us with," she pointed out. "Yeah, yeah," he sighed. Aunty Jane rolled her eyes. I giggled quietly. "Anyone up for some of those cooked snail things? " Uncle Hugh asked. His joking smile played on his lips. "Hugh!" Aunty Jane cried. "Ugh!" Bobby exclaimed. "Poor little snail," I said. "Yeah," Bobby and Aunty Jane said in unison. "Well, I'll put the dinner on so get ready!"

3

I lay in bed, lying still. Clonk, clonk. Clonk, clonk. I sat up. What WAS that noise? Clonk, clonk. I opened the curtains and- "ARH!" There was a man standing by my window but half his face was burnt. The other half had been sliced. He had been shot in both shoulders. Twice. I only knew one thing about him and that was that he was dead. A ghost. "Shush. You killed me and now it's your turn to burn," he moaned. "But I don't even know you! Who are you?!" I shrieked. A beam of moon light struck his face, revealing his true self. He had a dark beard that wasn't quite stubble but wasn't Dumbledore style, he had tousled dark brown hair and red eyes. I knew who he was. "What happened to you?" I asked. Why do I care so much? I wondered. There was the urge to hug and console him. To push away his fears. "I am Danny. Danny Stones. Why don't you remember me?" he asked. "Because I didn't kill you," I whispered sympathetically. "I'm done with your games!" "I'm telling you the truth! Please, believe me!" "Who are you then?" "Christina. I met you earlier today, on the dunes over there," I said, pointing at the dunes north west from my small caravan-bedroom window. He climbed into my room. "What's happening to me?" he asked with a shaky voice. I hugged him, I couldn't help it! "Don't worry, you're safe here," I whispered. "With you." "No-one can hurt you now. I'll love you. I'll love you better than anyone! I'll be there for you! I'll keep you safe," I whispered gently. I squeezed him. He seemed like a human. And he was mine.

3

I woke in the morning on my front. On the floor. I got up and was about to get back into bed when- "Good morning." "Ar-! Oh, it's you," I giggled quietly whilst twiddling with my hair. Embarrassing! He reached up and held my face in both hands and looked at me with fascination. His burns and slashes were no longer on his face. They were gone. I closed my eyes. I wanted to make this moment last forever and ever. We held hands and leant in closer and- "Oh!" Aunty Jean gasped. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the caravan. "Oh shit," Bobby groaned. Bobby, oh Bobby. What are we going to do with you? "BOBBY!" Uncle Hugh yelled. I shielded my ears. "HOW COULD YOU?! THAT WAS JEAN'S FAVOURITE VINTAGE PLATE!!" I peaked out of my room. Uncle Hugh's face was red. His veins were bulging. He looked at me. "You're late," He hissed angrily. "I know you're mad with Bobby but don't take it out on Chrissy," she said with a soothing tone. She placed her hand on his arm as she spoke. I came out fully. "Don't worry. I understand his anger. I live with Bobby. I experience this shouting match everyday thanks to Bobby's clumsiness," I reassured her. "Oh! Who is this young chap?" Aunty Jean asked. I froze. Is he behind me? I thought, Duh, that's why she's asking! "This is Danny. Danny, meet Jean, Bobby and Hugh. Jean, Bobby and Hugh, meet Danny," I said whilst hugging Danny closely. He kissed the top of my head. "How did you two meet?" Aunty Jean asked. "On the dunes, six months ago." "How old is he?" "Twenty and half a month. Don't worry, miss, I'll take good care of her." "If you say so." Danny smiled and walked back into my bedroom. "No misbehaving, please!" Danny and I burst out giggling. Aunty Jean peered round the corner. This set us of and soon came the hysterics. She jokingly raised her eyebrow. Danny and I rolled on the bed laughing. "Like I said, no misbehaving."

4

It was night. I lay still when suddenly Danny grubbed my wrist and twisted it violently. His face was scared and burnt again. "Die," he moaned. "Stop! Stop!" I yelped. The pain of his grip hurt, the twist made it excruciating. "How come I let you live? Why aren't you dead? Why didn't I kill you?" I pleaded with my eyes. My vision was misted. "You're gang, where are they?" "I don't have one." "Don't lie!" "But I don't have a gang!" "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" "Please, don't hurt me! I don't wish to harm you!" I blurted out quickly. "BUT YOU DID! DON'T LIE TO ME! I CAN DO THINGS THAT YOU CAN'T, NOW!" he shouted. "STOP, STOP, STOP!" I yelled in a tone half angry, half sad and tearful. He was taken back. "I MET YOU ON THE DUNES TWO DAYS AGO! HOW CAN I HAVE KILLED YOU?! HOW CAN I KILL YOU IF I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU?!" I screamed. (Please Note: My Aunty & Uncle & Bobby had gone to Padstow ( We're in Perranporth, Cornwall (NOT PART OF THE STORY: it's a great place. You should go there (Perranporth intended. And Rick Steins food is great. Yep, been there, done that, got the t-shirt) (PART OF THE STORY: It's 12:34)) I started to sob. "You love me?" he asked. "Yes," I cried. He hugged me. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what's happening to me." "I know two things." "Oh, yes?" "You're dead." "The other thing?" "I want you."

5

I yawned and rolled over and BAM! I hit something. Something slightly hard but slightly plushy. "Uhm," someone grumbled. I opened my eyes but my black hair was all I could see. I ran my hand up and down the surface. It was warm. It was soft. Something touched me and something ran the length of my torso. I liked it. I dusted my hair away from my face. I saw his face. His perfect face. I reached up and kissed him. We sat up at the same time and my hands were soon all over his face and neck. His doing the same. "I love you," he said. "But guess what you tried to do last night." I broke away from him but he wouldn't let me go. I settled for sitting in front of him with his arms around me and my hands on the back of his neck. "Did I try to kill you? Again?" "You flipping well tried but I told you to stop and I told you that I loved you and you stopped. But you shouted loads." "I'm sorry," he apologised. "Apology accepted," I giggled as he kissed my cheeks over and over again. And then I remembered my age. And his. I pushed him away gently. "What?" he asked. "Are you really twenty?" "Yes. I died a week after my birthday." "What a horrible belated b-day present," I sighed. "I'm fine with it. It got me you." He kisses me until I thought that what I was doing was wrong. Which wasn't very long. About six seconds. "Look, I love you and all that but this is just plain dirty. It's wrong. An ADULT kissing with a TEEN. No, it's just wrong. I-I-I can't," I told him. "Is that the whole story? Is that what's bothering you?" "I don't mind giving you a peck on the lips. I don't mind you giving me a peck on the lips either but other than that..." "Okay," he said, he was clearly disappointed. Seeing that he was sad, I kissed him but only once. I just wanted- no, NEEDED- him to be happy. I kissed him. "Happy?" I asked. I stood on my knees so that I was taller than him. "Very. Kiss me once more," he smiled. I pushed him down. I pulled the quilt on top of us so that we were covered.

6

I checked my clock. 10:23. Phew, I'm not TOO late, I thought. I nestled back to my comfy spot which was on Danny's chest. His bare skin was being touched by my hands. I had my top on. He didn't. He only had his trousers on. And of course he had his boxers on. I pulled away the quilt and stretched but was quickly pulled down again. "Wait," I said as I stroked his hair. I grabbed my phone. I checked my texts. 'Cris, r u ther?' It was from Cayley. Sent an hour ago. 'Y' I waited. 'Wanna hang? Wit moi n Ben?' 'Y. Where?' 'The beach' 'Gr8. Picnic?' 'Y' 'B thr'

I quickly got dressed and dashed out the door with a picnic basket in one hand and Danny's hand in the other. We ran down to the beach. Luckily it was 25 degrees out and I'd remembered to pack my bikini. My candy pink, bust-lifting, super hot one. When we reached the beach, Cayley and Ben (her boyfriend) had all ready set up a small tent but it was big enough for two queen-sized beds. I dashed in and dumped

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