The Demon's Bride

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It felt like dream; a strange fantasy – an hallucination. Reality didn’t seem real to her anymore; how could any of this be true? Her mind tried to focus, but there were many wandering thoughts and questions running through her delicate psyche. Laying on the large bed in silence, she began to watch the tiny infant sleeping next to her. She felt like she was in a hypnotic trance of some sort; watching her baby’s demonic chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. She wasn’t sure of the time or the day for that matter – in fact she no longer cared. She was in pain and the drugs didn’t seem to help numb the ache below. The room was quiet, with the exception of her infant’s breathing, it was rather soothing for her. Strange, she thought, at first she was rather afraid of the silence; but now she welcome it with open arms. Maybe she wasn’t feeling alone anymore; she had Jezelle – the crazy old woman. A faint cynical smirk appear on girl’s lips, Jezelle was her only friend. Hearing the doorknob suddenly turn, the young woman tiredly turn her head to gaze upon the door.

“Trisha, are you awake?” whisper Jezelle as she peeked her head inside.

“Yes.” Said Trish, her voice carry her exhaustion.

“When you’re good and ready,” spoke Jezelle; smiling softly at the tired Trish. “Come down the hall, I got somethin’ to show ya’.”

Trish nodded weakly and watched Jezelle disappear from the door. Turning to face her sleeping baby, Trish wonder if she could leave the child alone? It’s just down the hall, thought Trish to herself, nothing bad should happen, right? Great, paranoia was kicking in. With slow and careful movements, Trish sluggishly managed to lift herself forward; feeling the sharp pain as she held in a loud grunt. Taking in several deep breaths, Trish gradually lifted the rest of herself off the large bed; feeling the cold floors beneath her swollen feet.

It was odd how her feet got so swollen, but Jezelle told her it was normal. Normal, thought Trish cynically, normality felt like it leapt out of the window and grew wings – forever out of her reach. Tiptoeing sluggishly out of the room to avoid waking her slumbering child, Trish saw one of the doors down the hallway were open. Taking a deep breath, Trish placed her left hand on the wall for support before walking down the hall. Each step cause mild discomfort, but Trish was a stubborn one to allow physical pain to get the best of her. Emotional pain however, that was another thing. Once Trish got to the doorway of the room, Trish became breathless. Jezelle stood smiling sheepishly at the younger woman, standing in the middle a newly renovated baby room. There was a dark wood crib, with white and black bedding and matching mobile with plush alphabet blocks that hang over head.
Inside the crib, from what Trish could see was a panda teddy bear sitting against the white pillow. There was also a dark wood changing table next to a large, dark wood dresser; probably filled with baby clothes from what Trish gather.

“Like it?” asked Jezelle, raising her hands to show off her surprise.

Trish took a couple of steps in, still awestruck at the sight before her. The room was small, but it was enough for what her baby needed.

“You did all this?” asked Trish, wondering if this was a dream.

“Yes, while back I decided to sell this house to this couple that was having a baby.” Said Jezelle, heading to the dresser and pulling out baby clothes for a boy. “But they found another house they liked better… but I kept this room if I wanted to sell the house again.” Jezelle took hold of Trish’s hand and gave her the tiny outfit, smiling sweetly at the confuse young girl. “You might as well use it and these clothes too.”

“Jezelle… I don’t know what to say?” began Trish, “This is too much.”

“It’s the least I could do, Sweetie.” Said Jezelle. “I much rather have this stuff used then gathering dust and cobwebs.”

“Thank you. This means a lot.” Said Trish, hugging Jezelle affectionately as a single tear escape her eye.

“You’re welcome,” said Jezelle, hugging the other girl back as she held in her tears. “Anyway, I’ll be heading out of town for a few days. Visiting my older brother, been meaning too for awhile now. I got you groceries and diapers that should last you a week, so you should be okay?”

Trish nodded and smiled happily at the larger woman, grateful that she was receiving the help she wish for since the very beginning. A few hours went by as Trish watch Jezelle pack up for her short visit to her brother’s. At first she was okay with the idea, but soon realize that meant she was alone again. She wasn’t sure if she could handle that, but she bottle up her concerns and feelings; not wanting Jezelle cancel her plans just for her. The older woman had be nothing but a good friend, giving her a place to stay and as well stuff for her baby – Trish didn’t want to be the rude guest. As Jezelle finish packing, the older woman noticed how quiet Trish was.

“You alright, Trisha?” asked the concern Jezelle. “You’ve been awfully quiet?”

“Oh yes, sorry…” said Trish, realizing she was lost in her thoughts again. “Just distracting myself from the pain.”

“Need more medication?”

“No, no. I shouldn’t take any more;” said Trish, smiling to keep Jezelle from worrying. “I can handle it, I had worse.”

“Alright, if you’re sure?” replied Jezelle, zipping up her duffelbag of clothes.

“Really, I’m okay.” Lied Trish. “Go visit your brother, I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Well if you do need anything…” began Jezelle, pulling out a piece of paper from her demin jacket. “Here’s the number for my brother’s place. I should be there… oh… two days or so. But if something does come up, don’t be afraid to call!”

“Sure thing,” replied Trish, taking the paper slip from the older woman.

Glancing at the number on the paper, Trish allow her thoughts to wander again. She was blissfully unaware of the concern looks that Jezelle kept giving her as she finish up her packing. Suddenly a soft cry was heard.

“Sounds like Darry needs you?” said Jezelle; but Trish was deep in thought. “Trisha?”

“Uh? Yes?” replied Trish, realizing she was distracted again.

“Your baby?” said Jezelle, eyeing Trish thoughtfully. “He’s crying.”

Trish felt embarrassed and ran out of the room; she couldn’t believe she didn’t hear her own baby’s cries. Entering the bedroom where Trish had left Darry sleeping, her head began to ache. Most likely from the lack of food; thought Trish. Lifting up the crying infant into her arms, Trish glanced inside his diaper to see if it needed changing.

“Quite the present you left Mommy…” mumbled Trish, twisting her face at the smell.

How her own Mother dealt with it twice was a mystery, thought Trish. The ache in her head increase as Darry continued to cry his inhuman wail; making Trish’s face grimace. Carrying out her baby towards his new room, Trish began to stroke her baby’s demonic face; trying to sooth her tiny child. As Trish enter the room, Jezelle watched the younger woman with thought. Noticing the unhappy face on Trish as she walk by; Jezelle wonder if it was wise to leave Trish alone.

Jezelle followed Trish into Darry’s room, seeing Trish finish changing her son’s diaper. His cries lessen, but little Darry continue to wail softly.

“Stop crying… you’re hurting Mommy’s head…” grumble Trish softly; rubbing her temple tenderly.

“Trisha, are you sure you’re gonna be alright?” asked Jezelle from the doorway, seeing the surprise look on the younger girl.

Trish stared at the larger woman staring back at her, her worry gaze made Trish feel uncomfortable. Gathering the whimpering baby in her arms, Trish lifted up her shirt to reveal her expose breast. Darry happily took hold of his mother’s nipple; suckling out the delicious milk that his belly craved.

“Yes Jezelle. Don’t worry,” said Trish, cradling her baby’s head and tiny body as he suckled. “Still getting used being a Mom, but this headache isn’t enjoyable.”

“Well you haven’t eaten today, I’ll go make you something before I leave.”

With that, Jezelle left; but Trish knew the larger woman was having second thoughts. With Darry cradle neatly within her arms, Trish follow after Jezelle. As she enter the kitchen, Trish spoke – not wanting Jezelle to worry and cancel her plans.

“You better not be thinking of canceling your visit, Jezelle?” spoke Trish. “I won’t allow that.”

“Well I was thinking maybe you needed more help…” began Jezelle, but Trish cut her off.

“No, I said I’m fine! Go see your brother,” order Trish. “You got me groceries and diapers that should last me a week, you gave me the number of your brother’s place. Darry and I will be fine while your gone.”

“Well if you’re sure, Honey?” spoke Jezelle, her voice laced with concern.

“You sound like my Mother.” Said Trish, smirking faintly. “Just go Jezelle, everything is taken care of. You made sure of that!”

After a while of convincing Jezelle to continue of her short trip, Trish eventually won the argument, much to the reluctant woman’s protests. Eventually Jezelle left and began her long journey to her brother’s, making Trish feel lonely again as she stood by the front door. Sighing softly, Trish glanced down at her sleeping baby in her arms; seeing him comfortable and happy in his mother’s embrace.

“You sure sleep a lot, Kido?” said Trish, the hint of amusement shining through her tone.

Sleeping sounded like a good idea for Trish, perhaps a short nap was in order. Placing Darry in his new crib, Trish couldn’t help but smile. Sure, he was the son of the Creeper; but pass his demonic appearance; she could see her darling baby boy she called son. After a while of watching her son sleep, Trish felt exhaustion kicking in – causing her to yawn and rub her tired eyes.

“Time for Mommy to sleep too…” whisper Trish, stroking Darry’s tiny face with care.

Trish’s eyes slowly open as she heard faint footsteps outside her door. Lifting herself up from the bed, Trish glanced at her surroundings. She was still in Jezelle’s bedroom, so she wasn’t dreaming of the nightmare world of the Creeper. Hearing the floor boards creak under someone’s heavy foot steps; Trish gasped and took hold of the blankets tightly in her hands. Someone was in the house, but who could it be? Perhaps Jezelle had seconds thoughts and return home? Thought Trish. No, Jezelle would have awoken her or called first to let Trish know she was coming back home. Seconds went by, while the trembling Trish wonder whom was in the house. Gathering the courage, Trish arose from the bed and out to the hallway; seeing no one. The doors were all close, with the exception of Darry’s room. Trish heart began to pump heavy against her ribcage as fear awoke inside her. Running down the hall, Trish dashed toward her son’s room; only to stop at the entrance of his room.

Trish’s heart skip a beat as her breathing halted in her throat. A shadowy figure in a long, ragged coat was leaning against the side of the crib; staring inside as low inhuman purrs were heard.

“Get away from him!” screamed Trish; recognizing whom the being was.

The Creeper turned his head to the side, glancing at the angry mortal behind him. His infamous grinned foam on his lips as he turn around; tilting his head in amusement at the woman.

“Hello Patricia,” spoke the Creeper. “You’re looking well?”

Trish’s trembling hands form tight, trembling fists – her anger and anxiety mixing together as she stared hatefully at the creature.

“Get away from him… NOW!” sneer Trish through clench teeth.

“Can’t see my own son?” spoke the Creeper, grinning devilish at the girl. “Now that’s just cruel…”

“How the fuck did you get here!” sneered Trish, still holding her ground at the entrance.

“I’m not really here… But at the same time, I am.” Stated the Creeper, picking teeth with one of his talon fingertips.

“What the fuck are you saying?” asked Trish, turning her head for a moment to grab hold of a lamp next to the doorway.

Trish gasped as the Creeper suddenly appeared in front of her; covering her mouth to silence her scream. Trish tried to slam the lamp against the Creeper’s head, but his other hand took hold of her wrist. Tightening his grip; Trish mumbled a scream against his demonic hand as the lamp fell from her grasp. Fear was consuming her, as much as she tried to avoid; but the Creeper had a way of bringing it out of her. Seeing his eyes roll back with delight, the Creeper growl with pleasure as he lean toward her ear.

“I rather show you what I am saying,” said the Creeper; licking her earlobe.

In a instant, Trish was flung into the hallway and landed painfully onto a large, stone table. Trish grunted then hiss out her pain; feeling the sharp sting in her lower region. She must have tore a little of her stitching below. Shifting her weight to kneel on her hands and knees, Trish widen her eyes as she felt the stone texture against her skin Glancing over her shoulder, Trish could see Darry’s room as well as the hallway. The Creeper chuckled at Trish, leaning against the doorway in a mocking manner. Trish narrow her eyes in a loathing manner as the Creeper entering the mysterious room; slamming the door behind him. As the door slammed close, it began to crack and slowly fall apart; only to have a stone wall take it’s place. Seeing the Creeper coming closer toward her, Trish tried to move, only to hear the rattle of chains much to her dismay. She was bonded again, how could this be? She wondered.

“Do you understand now, Patricia?” spoke the Creeper, grinning devilishly. “Or should I just call you Trish?”

“How are you doing this?” asked Trish, glaring at the Creeper as he stood in front of her.

“So you still don’t understand?” replied the demon, sounding disappointed. “Thought you were smarter than that… Need a hint?”

“This has to be a dream…” said Trish to herself, doubting the reality before her.

“Close, but pretty much on par of what is happening between us.” Said the Creeper; raking his talon through her thick hair.

Placing his demonic cheek against hers, the Creeper began to sniff and growl in a low tone as Trish sneer and grunted out in disgust. Feeling his rough, bumpy skin against her smooth flesh made her skin crawl.

“This place belongs to us… No one else. We are bonded together for all eternality… I own you… as you own me.” Said the Creeper; stroking Trish’s face with interest. “This realm, this reality… it’s ours.”

“Why me… why me…?” mumbled Trish, closing her tear-filled eyes as the Creeper continue to smell her.

“You were strong,” said the Creeper in a matter-of-fact tone. “I found it very attractive… alluring even.”

“I hate you…” scoff Trish; only to hear the Creeper chuckle.

“That’s alright… hate all you want, but first we have unfinished business to attend too.”


END OF CHAPTER 9