I Miss You, Now You're Here
Follow Up Of This SMAU Request
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You stared down at your phone.
You had to be dreaming, there is no way this is happening.
Jack is dead, he has been for a fucking year. Your boyfriend is dead, so why was he texting you? Clicking the message back open, you go to type a response but genuinely don’t know what to even say. It isn’t like you can ask how his day has been or what he ate for breakfast. Should you ask if he can pinch you awake from whatever dream you’re in? Or would it be too selfish to ask to stay asleep forever? Maybe you’re sleeping beauty and now your prince charming will kiss you awake and live happily ever after.
Your hangover is still lingering at the back of your head by the time you manage to function enough to shower. The water hit your skin and aided in washing away the previous events with whatever alcohol and bad decisions you consumed. You tried to not think of the texts while scrubbing yourself clean- and when you finished up, your thoughts were even worse. The panic, confusion, frustration, joy all flooded your system and made you stutter to even form a coherent thought.
Dragging clothes on that were far more cozy than the drinking outfit, you trudged on to making some toast and coffee. Nibbling on it you while you stared at the TV playing the news. Same old missing persons, new restaurants opening and then closing, construction work halting traffic. The wind rustled out the window carrying the chirps from the birds. There were pets and large wildlife being found mauled. That’s not on the usual radar.
You rub your face with one hand while the other slides back open Jack's chat. What did that even mean? Was he haunting you from the afterlife? If so you were gonna be pissed it took him this fucking long to do so. I mean a whole year before popping over and saying hi? Asshole behavior.
As the day carried on you grew more restless and worried. You debated calling the cops and reporting someone stealing the phone and choosing now to fuck with people on it. You chose not to at the end and just sat on the side of the bed. It was dark now and you were far from tired. You tapped your foot repeatedly on the carpeted floor while you fiddle with your phone more. Tapping in and then backing out of responding to him.
It got quieter outside and you finally decided to try and get some sleep. You laid there with the blankets huddled over your body and laying on your side. You closed your eyes and tried to calm the roaring in your mind. Tried to block out the wind hissing, the tapping at the window. You snap your eyes back open and quickly sit back up. Why is there tapping at the window?
You gulp and turn your eye slowly to the glass and see it. A silhouette staring in at you, a mask covering their face and a hoodie pulled up around. Then the sound of your phone dinging catches your attention. You spare a glance and see Jack’s name appear.
Dr. Nyras: Unlock the window please
Your breathing catches in your throat while you stare down at the screen. You're frozen in place until you hear the gentle tap again and look back up. The figure gives a small wave and motions to the latch on the window lock. Cautiously approaching, you place your hand on the latch and turn it. It creaks under the pressure and eventually gives way and it swings into the unlock position. The body places both hands on the glass and painstakingly slides the window up till it won’t move further.
“Jack?” You whisper in disbelief.
“My Bluebell.” His voice is low, rough, almost inhuman. “My lovely Bluebell, I've waited so long to see you again. To hear your voice, smell your scent.” As he draws to the end of the last sentence you hear his voice turn to a growl. You don’t even get to blink before he's in the room and you’re pinned to the floor with him on top of you. The mask clatters to the floor and you see him, and you almost cry.
Ash grey skin, large sharp fanged teeth, and hollow empty sockets. Thick black goop slips from where his eyes would be and stains down his cheeks. A drop hits your face as he leans in and inhales deeply. Another growl sounds from him as he lowers himself into a position that allows him to lay beside you. He pulls you to his chest and buries his nose to your hair and just keeps inhaling deeply.
You don’t even know what to do, you just lay against him and shake. Tears have long since streaked down from your eyes. Lips quivering, you gasp and take hold of his arm with a tight grip. “J-Jack?” You start to sob. “How? H-how are you here? What happened to you?” You frantically pull away enough to run your hands at whatever you could. He’s here, he is really here. You aren’t dreaming nor seeing things this time.
He shushed you softly while pulling you back and rubbing one hand up and down your back. You could feel him start to give off some kind of purr and then the sensation of your leg being constricted broke your focus. With blurry focus you could make out what seemed to be a tail wrapping around one of your legs. It was long and thick, fur poofed out the tip. There seemed to be small circles trail up to the tip, spikes just starting to peak out.
“I’m here now, You won't have to worry anymore.” He pulled away from your head and brought your lips together. They were chapped but you didn’t care, they were his. The kiss was slow and sweet, the pricks of his teeth grazed the bottom of your lip. You opened your mouth and were surprised at the entry of one tongue, long and heavy. Then you felt the push of a second slowly enter in, your jaw stretched and you gagged as the first wiggled further down your mouth to the back of your throat.
You felt the air fully leave your body, so you tapped on his arm in warning. With a groan he pulled back and gave you a chance to catch your breath. The trail of saliva that connected you two caught the beans of light from the lamppost outside. It shone, it slowly fell, you cried. You clung to Jack and cried and cried. You cried till you felt like throwing up. You cried till he calmed you from hyperventilation. You cried till your eyes were swollen shut. All the while he held you close and kissed your head.
