☆ Beauty and Malice
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writtendreamTitle: Beauty and Malice
Author: Tsubame Ongaku
Rating: Teens
Summary: Beauty and Malice takes the human name, Arabella in this story of a beautiful girl that could just not seem to let go and a guy that just can't escape.
Beauty and Malice
Christian opened his eyes. Arabella still stood beside him, smiling. From the church on the hill came the sound of the bells. “Did you come to kill me?” he whispered as he closed his eyes again as he laid down on the grass. “This is certainly the perfect opportunity to do so. There is no need to hide that perfectly innocent smile of yours, Arabella.”
Arabella’s sweet smile instantly turned to a frown. “I could never hide anything from you, could I, Christian?” Her voice was soft and alluring and as musical as the tinkling of tiny bells. Her voice befitted her equally lovely face. Unfortunately, Arabella’s exterior hid the malicious monster inside.
Christian didn’t open his eyes. Since the first time he saw her, he was never fooled by that face of hers. So angel-like and pure… too good to be true, she was not what she seemed, “Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy seeing her pain eat her alive? Did you enjoy watching her jump?”
Her giggles were ethereally musical. He hated them. “What if I did?” she asked as she sat down beside him. “It didn’t take much pushing at all you know. The girl was just too weak.” She reached out and touched his soft hair, bathed in sunlight. “She did not understand that you are mine, Christian. I won’t let any other girl have you. They all must die.”
Christian flinched away. He hated her touch. He hated her, but Christian couldn’t escape. Nobody would believe him when he told him that Arabella was a monster. Nobody believed that she was simply a beautiful monster.
“I hate you, do you know that?” he muttered, not caring if she heard. Opening his eyes, he glared at her. His hatred was evident in his eyes.
“Awww… are you still angry about the little witch that killed herself last year?” Her hand caressed his face, but he remained unmoving. He wasn’t about to show her how her touch affected him so much. “She was weak. She didn’t deserve you.”
He wanted to slap her. He wanted to strangle her, but that pleasure was impossible for him. “But I loved her… and you fed her lies that made her doubt me. You fed her lies that drove her to believe that she was better of dead… and you enjoyed every second of her pain.”
She just smiled, not denying his accusations. Instead she slid closer beside him and threw her arms around him. “Then just love me! Why? Why can’t it be me?” The angel suddenly broke into tears. She buried her face on his chest, unwilling to see her tears. “I became this for you. I became this monster for you! So--- why?”
He fought the urge to push her away. “Arabella, this obsession of yours is getting too far. You cannot possibly serious. I cannot do that, Arabella. You’ve done enough…”
Arabella suddenly spoke. Her voice was even and deceptively gentle. “You’re still guilty, aren’t you? You feel guilty because… you feel it was partly your fault that she died.”
“Shut up, Arabella.” He warned her. “I will not fall for your games.”
“I did not kiss you, Christian… you did,” she purred. “…in plain sight of everyone in town… including your own girlfriend.” Her smile was innocent and unnerving at the same time. “The blame cannot be only me.”
“You tricked me… you put me up to it.” His calm façade was beginning to break. He couldn’t let himself break. Never again. Not in front of her. Not in front of this monster. “You tricked me into believing it was alright.”
“Don’t bother lying to yourself,” she scoffed. Her finger slid up his chin, her other hand snaked itself around his waist. It was seduction from a person with an angel’s face. “Please stop. Please don’t do this,” his thoughts screamed. He couldn’t take it.
“You wanted to kiss me…” she whispered into his ear. “Such a shameful boy you are… if you didn’t want to, you could have simply said no. But, Christian…you kissed me back.”
“N—no… that is not true…” Christian’s voice was shaking. All certainty that was there before was cracking inch by tiny inch and Arabella knew it. She could read the uncertainty in his eyes.
“It was your fault why she thought she was better off dead. It was your fault she wanted to die…” Her hands traveled from his waist to his face, slowly and languidly. Serpentine. She had the wiles of a serpent. “You probably wanted her to die…”
He finally found the strength to push her away. “Wha---what are you talking about? I loved her! You---you killed her!”
“There you go again, lying to yourself,” she purred, sliding beside him again and sliding her hands through his hair. “I only gave a tiny push. In the end, the fault was yours.”
Christian’s whole body began to shake violently; tears streaming violently down his cheek. Arabella sat there unmoving, and just watching him cry in guilt or anger… there was really no way of knowing.
“Here,” she said, as she calmly placed a gun in his hands. Christian looked up and saw her ethereal smiling face. “You choose what you wish to do with it…”
Author: Tsubame Ongaku
Rating: Teens
Summary: Beauty and Malice takes the human name, Arabella in this story of a beautiful girl that could just not seem to let go and a guy that just can't escape.
Christian opened his eyes. Arabella still stood beside him, smiling. From the church on the hill came the sound of the bells. “Did you come to kill me?” he whispered as he closed his eyes again as he laid down on the grass. “This is certainly the perfect opportunity to do so. There is no need to hide that perfectly innocent smile of yours, Arabella.”
Arabella’s sweet smile instantly turned to a frown. “I could never hide anything from you, could I, Christian?” Her voice was soft and alluring and as musical as the tinkling of tiny bells. Her voice befitted her equally lovely face. Unfortunately, Arabella’s exterior hid the malicious monster inside.
Christian didn’t open his eyes. Since the first time he saw her, he was never fooled by that face of hers. So angel-like and pure… too good to be true, she was not what she seemed, “Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy seeing her pain eat her alive? Did you enjoy watching her jump?”
Her giggles were ethereally musical. He hated them. “What if I did?” she asked as she sat down beside him. “It didn’t take much pushing at all you know. The girl was just too weak.” She reached out and touched his soft hair, bathed in sunlight. “She did not understand that you are mine, Christian. I won’t let any other girl have you. They all must die.”
Christian flinched away. He hated her touch. He hated her, but Christian couldn’t escape. Nobody would believe him when he told him that Arabella was a monster. Nobody believed that she was simply a beautiful monster.
“I hate you, do you know that?” he muttered, not caring if she heard. Opening his eyes, he glared at her. His hatred was evident in his eyes.
“Awww… are you still angry about the little witch that killed herself last year?” Her hand caressed his face, but he remained unmoving. He wasn’t about to show her how her touch affected him so much. “She was weak. She didn’t deserve you.”
He wanted to slap her. He wanted to strangle her, but that pleasure was impossible for him. “But I loved her… and you fed her lies that made her doubt me. You fed her lies that drove her to believe that she was better of dead… and you enjoyed every second of her pain.”
She just smiled, not denying his accusations. Instead she slid closer beside him and threw her arms around him. “Then just love me! Why? Why can’t it be me?” The angel suddenly broke into tears. She buried her face on his chest, unwilling to see her tears. “I became this for you. I became this monster for you! So--- why?”
He fought the urge to push her away. “Arabella, this obsession of yours is getting too far. You cannot possibly serious. I cannot do that, Arabella. You’ve done enough…”
Arabella suddenly spoke. Her voice was even and deceptively gentle. “You’re still guilty, aren’t you? You feel guilty because… you feel it was partly your fault that she died.”
“Shut up, Arabella.” He warned her. “I will not fall for your games.”
“I did not kiss you, Christian… you did,” she purred. “…in plain sight of everyone in town… including your own girlfriend.” Her smile was innocent and unnerving at the same time. “The blame cannot be only me.”
“You tricked me… you put me up to it.” His calm façade was beginning to break. He couldn’t let himself break. Never again. Not in front of her. Not in front of this monster. “You tricked me into believing it was alright.”
“Don’t bother lying to yourself,” she scoffed. Her finger slid up his chin, her other hand snaked itself around his waist. It was seduction from a person with an angel’s face. “Please stop. Please don’t do this,” his thoughts screamed. He couldn’t take it.
“You wanted to kiss me…” she whispered into his ear. “Such a shameful boy you are… if you didn’t want to, you could have simply said no. But, Christian…you kissed me back.”
“N—no… that is not true…” Christian’s voice was shaking. All certainty that was there before was cracking inch by tiny inch and Arabella knew it. She could read the uncertainty in his eyes.
“It was your fault why she thought she was better off dead. It was your fault she wanted to die…” Her hands traveled from his waist to his face, slowly and languidly. Serpentine. She had the wiles of a serpent. “You probably wanted her to die…”
He finally found the strength to push her away. “Wha---what are you talking about? I loved her! You---you killed her!”
“There you go again, lying to yourself,” she purred, sliding beside him again and sliding her hands through his hair. “I only gave a tiny push. In the end, the fault was yours.”
Christian’s whole body began to shake violently; tears streaming violently down his cheek. Arabella sat there unmoving, and just watching him cry in guilt or anger… there was really no way of knowing.
“Here,” she said, as she calmly placed a gun in his hands. Christian looked up and saw her ethereal smiling face. “You choose what you wish to do with it…”