The Bloody Valentine Horror Event!
This is my annual Facebook/Blog Event for everything anti-valentine. This is an open posting extravaganza so anyone can join in on the macabre fun. And today's blog portion is a horror tale of the wedding from Hell...
Wedding Day
Noah remembered the nightmare. The stone
room. The monstrous creatures.
The pain.
He remembered screaming.
And now... the soft comfort of his bed.
I’m
awake. I’m awake. It’s over.
He lay in his bed, his heart racing, and
stared at his bedroom ceiling. He counted the grooves in the cornices and the
decorative plaster roses until his breathing eased and the fright subsided.
Then he turned his head, and glanced at the window; slivers of the morning sun
crept past the half-open drapes. His new wedding attire hung carefully on a
rack beside the casement. Ready. Waiting.
I’m
getting married today.
He smiled. Becky.
He sat upright, and then climbed out of
bed. As his feet touched the ornate rug, pain stabbed into his back and he
tumbled to the floor. Agony sliced through his body and he shrieked, his eyes
shutting tight. His body spasmed, and then curled into a ball. He felt a cold
hand stroking his cheek, and Becky’s voice whispered, “Don’t fight it. Let the
pain take you. Let go...”
The words chased him into oblivion.
Noah heard voices.
“Get him up. It’s time.”
“He’s ready?”
“He’s been prepared. Anymore and he might
die.”
“You’re right. These humans are so
fragile.”
Humans?
Who’s talking? What’s happening to me?
Noah didn’t want to open his eyes, but he
did.
Fangs, horns and red eyes stared at him.
Clawed hands held his limp body upright. His noticed his shirt was missing, and his skin... what he could see of his body was covered in arcane tattoos.
What have they done to me!
Noah screamed. He thrashed in the strong grip
of his captors.
“Hold him still! Pin his arms! We need to
deliver him on time!”
Noah fought, but he had no strength. He
could not prevent them from dragging him from his cell.
“Please let me wake up,” he mumbled as
unconscious darkness claimed him.
Noah heard music. He opened his eyes.
He stood in front of an altar in his
wedding suit. Becky walked down the aisle towards him.
It
was just a nightmare. I’m getting married. To my sweet, adoring Becky.
He smiled as his bride stopped in front of
him. She lifted her hand and stroked his cheek. He couldn’t stop staring at
her.
Noah heard a voice say, “Do you take this
female to be your wedded wife?”
“I do.” he replied.
“And do you take this male human to be your
wedded husband?”
“I do.”
Noah’s heart raced.
“Then I pronounce you bonded in unholy
matrimony! One in blood and in fire for eternity!”
Wait
that’s not right. Why would he say that? Noah’s
hands trembled, his body shook.
Becky stroked his cheek once more. “Shut
your eyes, Noah. And remember.”
Noah dutifully closed his eyes.
Pain shuddered through his body.
Becky’s voice commanded, “Open your eyes,
Noah!
His eyelids snapped open. The church, the
music, the beautiful wedding, disappeared. Replaced by him tied spread-eagled
to iron spikes, encircled by fire and monsters.
But Becky, his beautiful Becky, still stood
in front of him.
Still dressed in her wedding... the light
shifted, her face changed. Became— Noah gasped.
No,
no! That’s not Becky! Red skin, horns, fangs... That thing can’t be... but it
has her eyes, her beautiful green eyes.
“You can’t be Becky!”
“Oh, but I am. The very one you fell in
love with. And married, only moments ago.” The thing that was Becky stepped
closer, and stroked his cheek, her claws scratching his skin. “But it is nice
to finally show you my true self.” She smiled, her rows of razor-sharp teeth
glistening in the firelight. “Hello, husband. Time to kiss the bride.” Noah nearly
gagged as she kissed him, her forked tongue flicking down his throat. As she
withdrew, the same tongue licked across his lips. Noah shuddered. “No, no, it
can’t be.” The whisper resonated in the air, like a mocking chuckle. “We were—this
isn’t—the church—our wedding...”
“Sorry, love. All illusions conjured by your mind. You’ve been here for months, my dear."
“Here?”
“Hell, of course. Since the day you asked me
to marry you. Or rather asked that human skin I fabricated.” She traced a claw
over his tattooed skin. “It takes time to make a human ready.”
“Ready?” Noah’s voice trembled. “Ready for
what?”
“To wed a demon.” She smiled, her tongue
licking his neck, her claws scraping across his chest. “These symbols bind you to
me, bind you to Hell.” She pressed her face next to his; he felt her hot breath
wash over his skin. “You are mine, Noah. Our little ritual will bring me great power, and you great pain. Welcome to married life, my love. Welcome to unholy wedded
bliss!”
Noah felt something sharp stab into his abdomen, his agony ripping a shriek from his throat. He glanced down to see his wife's claws piercing his body.
"Does that hurt, husband? Too bad, for what wedding would be complete without a feast? Shall we start with your spleen?" She sliced open his stomach and extracted his organ. She took a bite and ate it slowly while he watched. "Very tasty. Perhaps the liver next?"
"Please, please, no!" He moaned, pleading for mercy.
"Shh, shh, Noah." She stroked his cheek and he shied at her touch. "Don't worry, my love. Nothing I do here will kill you. That's what the binding is for. I will eat your insides piece by piece and fill your hollow shell with Hellfire. Then you will be one of us. Won't that be fun?" With a smile, she reached back inside of his abdomen. "Yes, I definitely think the liver, next."
Noah felt something sharp stab into his abdomen, his agony ripping a shriek from his throat. He glanced down to see his wife's claws piercing his body.
"Does that hurt, husband? Too bad, for what wedding would be complete without a feast? Shall we start with your spleen?" She sliced open his stomach and extracted his organ. She took a bite and ate it slowly while he watched. "Very tasty. Perhaps the liver next?"
"Please, please, no!" He moaned, pleading for mercy.
"Shh, shh, Noah." She stroked his cheek and he shied at her touch. "Don't worry, my love. Nothing I do here will kill you. That's what the binding is for. I will eat your insides piece by piece and fill your hollow shell with Hellfire. Then you will be one of us. Won't that be fun?" With a smile, she reached back inside of his abdomen. "Yes, I definitely think the liver, next."
Noah’s unending scream echoed on the trail
of her laughter.
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2 comments:
Great story!
Thanks, Lee.
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