I sat on my computer writing an essay, browsing the internet and talking on MSN. The lights were off and the bright glow off my computer was all that could be seen. It lit only as far as my bed, behind the monitor was the shadows and the loft stairs that led up to the once occupied room. A creak...I stopped typing and looked up tentatively and then went back to my computer. I looked at the naked lady with sharp vampire teeth beckoning me from beyond the screen, her body was covered in fake blood, her hair black as ebony and falling down lusciously onto her pert breasts. A knock at the door and I clicked it off. Dad came in.
"Eilidh, are you going to bed soon? I have to get up early in the morning for work." Dad said wearily.
"Aye, I will in a minute Dad."
My eyes turned back to the computer, I heard the door closing and finished saving my essay and turned off my computer. I stood up and stretched and stripped off naked, looking in the mirror I looked at myself. I was a girl not yet a woman, merely 21 years of age. My hip stuck out as a result of the abnormality I was born with. A curved spine tends to put your body literally out in several places, my hip stuck out and my butt stuck a little out as well. As it happens I liked my bum very much but my hip was annoying when wearing dresses, some accentuated that curve too much for my liking. My breasts were middle sized, one nipple pointed the other way and the breast was a little smaller than the other one simply because of my back. Still I like the feeling of them, they reminded me of those paintings of naked women, their bosoms were...normal, they weren't perfect but still nice. Mine were a nice handful; I played with them for awhile, a smile spreading across my face as I felt my nipples harden. I moved my hands down my stomach down to the softness waiting between my legs.
Eyes peered down the loft stairs watching the girl admire herself in the mirror, the dark figure shifted his movement as the girl slowly fingered herself and then turned towards the bed. He watched her most days, her routine was broken often, she wasn't the sort of girl who really liked routine and she forgot them a lot. He noticed sometimes she just forgot to brush her teeth or put the moisturising cream on her face. Laziness was not an option in his household and she would learn the art of not being lazy and taking care of her appearance. Tonight she did brush her teeth though and put the cream on her face, she wore a breathing mask every night and sometimes her skin broke out. He watched with sadness, he never thought this would happen to her, ever since she was little she was so full of life and took most things like operations in her stride but this was a curse and a burden. Much like his life and no one really knew what she was thinking and how many times she dreamed of ending it all but she never did. He watched her turn on the machine and lie down, fiddling with the mask, tightening it, losing her patience with it. She turned onto her back, he saw ruffles under the bed covers and he knew she was touching herself. She started when she was just 11 and it carried on from there but it was only the right hand, apparently the left didn't have much strength until now. She had found the right was good for quickies and the left was good for intense and intense was the best for her. She never moaned though, only sometimes but mostly she kept quiet and enjoyed her orgasm quietly and then when to sleep. And when she slept he came down the stairs.
My fingers rubbed furiously at my soft nub of flesh, pinching it and slowly rubbing it, putting a little pressure on now and again. I dreamt of erotic pleasures I could only dream of and this made me quicken my breath. Biting my lip, I increase the speed of rubbing and the pressure, my legs twitched and my back arched a little off the bed. This was a good orgasm I could feel it in my bones, it built up and built up and finally it exploded. I continued on as the ripples made my entire body seize up and twitch, the feeling ebbed away and I was left satisfied. I gave my nether regions a pat and turned over and went closed my eyes. Drifting asleep, I had the strangest dream that someone came and took me away, promising me everything, I made a mental note that I should on principle not believe such promises.
The dark figure silently came down the steps without making so much as a creak; he almost floated across the wooden floor to the side of the bed. He stood towering over her, watching her breathe. He knelt down on the floor and stroked her face, her eyes moved. Tonight was the night. He stood up and opened her bedroom door. She didn't hear him move into her parent's room and take their lives, he was so very quiet. He moved into her brother's room swiftly draining his life force. He came back to her room; he moved back into the shadows and whispered her name.
"Eilidh."
The voice echoed into my brain and I awoke with a start and looked around.
"Eilidh"
I whimpered at my name being whispered again and I shook her head vigorously.
"No stay away please, stay away whatever you are. Mum! Ma!"
A dark figure moved out of the shadows towards my bed, he moved his hand across the breathing machine and turned it off. He leaned over and took the mask off my face. I didn't do anything to stop him; his face was so pale and white with purple eyes gleaming, one long black strand of hair fell down on to my covers as he leaned over to me. His face was right over mine but there was no breath.
"Sleep child." He whispered and waved his hand. My eyes fell heavy and I felt my body being carried. I was put gently back down on something soft and then nothing.
I heard scratching and mumbling, someone talking.....I didn't want to shift or make a noise so I slowly turned onto my back and opened my eye a crack. The same man that came to my bedside was sitting in a chair leaned over a desk writing on parchment and mumbling to himself. I tried not to move, I didn't want him to know I was awake. I moved my head towards the door; it was a heavy door with 4 locks on it. I looked over towards the window; it was open a fraction, the white floaty curtains fluttered in the breeze. If I could just get to them without him stopping me so I shifted my leg off the bed. Feeling air I lowered my foot down on to the floor but as soon as my foot hit the ground a voice spoke.
"The drop out of the window is quite high; I personally wouldn't jump out unless I really wanted my legs broken." He spoke without stopping his scribbling.
Getting off the bed I stood up and walked to the end of the bed, looking at his back. Shifting towards the door, I kept my eyes on him; he never stopped writing and never even looked up.
"The door has 4 locks, they are locked right now but I can let you out. Course...you wont get very far but its all in the name of fun isn't it Eilidh."
The locks clicked open and the door creaked open. I looked over my shoulder at my escape. Deciding that escape was impossible, I decided to walk slowly out so that it wouldn't seem like a chase therefore not a game, I would find a weapon or knife and call the police. I padded bare foot out of the room and slowly walked out the door. There were other rooms on this floor and to the right of me there was a flight of stairs, I stood at the top and made my way down the stairs. A voice came from downstairs; it echoed all the way up the stairs and made me stop suddenly.
"Why are you not running little girl...are you trying to cheat me of my game?"
I continued my way downstairs and answered him while I plodded my way down.
"I didn't say I wanted to play the game and I am rather tired as you woke me up in the middle of night so perhaps we'll play tomorrow."
"Hmm but I want to play right now."
I sighed and said, "Try and not be so immature about it dear, some people don't have the energy to do the things you want and I for one am not going to run."
