Next fanfic of the 7. ^-^ Have a fun read. Again, the songs belong to Nightwish and Tuomas Holopainen.
He stood on the corner, not really knowing why. He just stood, watched. The ships drifted in the harbor. He leaned against the lightpole, staring off into the distance. Mist roiled over his face, blotting out the scene. He glanced up as a voice roused him from his dreamstate.
"Are you coming or not?"
We seduce the dark with pain
And try to lie to ships that pass in the night
You and I, a whore and a bashful sailor
Welcome to a sunrise of a dirty mind
Sweet words drifted into his ear, ridden on a husky voice. Sweat soaked his body, mouth tasting of brine and beer.
All your love is a lie
You one-night butterfly
Hurt me, be the one
Whoever brings the night
He could stop it. He could...but couldn't. Fear made him pause. Fear of this well-named one night stand.
The dark dream to hide the innocence
It had started out normally. Going inside out of the cold, being offered a drink. He'd seemed nice. Then the room had spun, and he'd woken up to this.
Why the last of night?
It's so bright, seductive lies
Crimson masquerade where I merely played my part
Poisoned art of desire
Stop...please, stop...help... The thought was drowned again as the room blurred into another scene, similar to the first but with fresh pain for variety.
All your love is a lie
You one-night butterfly
Hurt me, be the one
Whoever brings the night
He stared up at the ceiling, head reeling as he struggled to focus. His bloody wrists remained cuffed to the headboard. He tugged at them uselessly, eyes gazing toward the light from the doorway. It too was blurred. His glasses lay smashed on the floor.
Choose a bride tonight
A fantasy for the sorry
Hurt me, I love to suffer
Your harems are dreams for free
This time there was a whip.
Come with me on the water
And drown to despise me no more
Unholy, unworthy
My night is a dream for free
Hands closed around his throat slowly, squeezing softly, then harder. He gagged, gasping for air he wasn't allowed. The room darkened.
All your love is a lie
You one-night butterfly
Hurt me, be the one
Whoever brings the night
All your love is a lie
You one-night butterfly
Hurt me, be the one
Glazed eyes stared out at the street they lay so close to. Breath seeped back into his lungs, voice lost to the horrible events that had unfolded as the sun began to seep over his form with its first tender fingers.
Whoever brings the night
Whoever brings the night
Can you guess what happened? Comments.
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