Baser Urges

I back away in a panic and ram right into Edward. He doesn’t say anything. Just wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his embrace. I can’t stop shaking. My knees feel like jello. Everything is spinning and I can’t catch my breath. No, no, no! This is not happening. I am going to wake up from this nightmare warm and lying between Jason and Nathaniel. Olaf’s not after me. Edward is not here. No, no, no! 

“You don’t have to do this. Go into the living room and I’ll be out when I’m finished.”

I can’t believe I’m actually considering leaving. This is not like me. I’ve faced worse monsters than Olaf without blinking. What the hell is wrong with me? I take a deep shuddering breath. I can do this. Shaking my head I pull out of his arms.

“I can do this. Let’s get this over with.”

Edward raises an eyebrow and squats down next to the body.

“Ok, do you want to hold her up or should I?”

“What do you mean?”

“Either you hold her up or you strip her. Your choice.”

Wow, decisions, decisions. 

“You hold her.”

Edward pulls the body into an upright position and holds the arms straight in the air. Taking a deep breath, I grab the bottom of the shirt and pull it up as quickly as I can. I leave the shirt stuck about her elbows at the sight that is before me. She’s wearing one of my bras but all that fills the cups are balloons. There’s a hole in her chest where her heart used to be. You can tell by the ragged skin that the cut was made by a dull knife. Her breasts were chopped off while she was still alive. There are light lacerations and bite marks on her arms, neck and stomach. Some of the bite marks go all the way to the bone. 

He had really ripped into her. Her cheekbones are glistening through her skin. Her eyes, deep brown like mine, stared glassily at me. No life shining there. It is hard to believe there was ever breath in this shell. Something about her mouth doesn’t seem right. I lean forward and take her jaw in my hand. A piece of skin comes off in my grasp. I feel the room spin and a hot tightness permeates my chest. I close my eyes to center myself and steel my stomach against it’s reflexive action. I am not going to throw up. Not with Edward watching. No way! I feel Edward’s hand on my shoulder.

“Anita, that’s not a piece of her face.”

My eyes snap open and I look at the place on her face from which I had removed skin. A square chin stood out. My hands shaking slightly I move my hands over her face and pull away any loose skin. I find it easier to breathe when I look down at her face and don’t see myself. Her actual face was unmarked except for the damage to her cheeks. The bones glistened in the room. 

Her jaw still does not seem right. I reach out again and take it in my hand. It seems to be broken but is not malleable. I touch her lips and notice a bump. There is something in her mouth. I look back at Edward and he shrugs. Guess he doesn’t know either. Only one way to find out. I open the jaw. I close the jaw. That is the most disgusting and disturbings ight I have ever seen. Sheer morbid curiosity makes me reach to unbutton the pants. 

I unbutton and unzip the pants and Edward lays her down and comes around to help me remove the pants. We each grab the end of a pants leg and pull. I intake my breath sharply  when her legs come with the pants.

“Should we take a break?”

I shake my head. 

“If I stop now, I’ll never finish.”

Leaving the pants with the legs to the side, I focus on her torso and notice that she’s still wearing underwear. Giving the underwear a closer examination, I see that Olaf attached the underwear to her skin with safety pins. The lack of blood leads me to believe it was done after death. Unable to keep my hand from noticeably shaking, I undo each pin and pull off the underwear. Am I still breathing? The gore of what’s before me clutters my every thought. How can he do that to her? What had he used to do that to her?  Edward points at her body.

“That’s new.”

Well isn’t that comforting. What the hell is he talking about?

“What’s new?”

Edward reaches past me and pulls something out of her body.

“What the fuck is that? Or do I not want to know?”

“The missing piece of what wasn’t in her mouth.”

That’s it, I’m going to puke. First her clit in her mouth and now her tongue… I don’t know which is worse. Taking deep breaths, I stifle the scream that’s burning my throat. Edward pulls me towards him and I shake in his embrace.

“God Edward, what am I going to do? How can I stop this from happening? You have to help me, you have to! He can’t have me, this cannot happen to me. Kill me first. Promise?”

Edward runs his hands up and down my back and softly says, “I won’t let this happen to you, Anita. He’ll never have you. You are not his to have.”

I look up at Edward. “I’ve seen enough, can we just go?”

Nodding, he pulls us both to our feet. I collect my bags and see Edward bent over the corpse. At my wits end with everything, I snap,

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

Instead of answering, Edward turns around holding a blood coated note. I fall to the floor with my bags around me. 

“No, no, no, no, no! I refuse to play any more of his fucking games. If you want to know so badly, you read it.”

Before Edward can open the note, I jump up and snatch it from his hands.

‘Soon your heart will be where it belongs. Hanging next to mine.’

I push Edward out of the way as I run for the bathroom. When I emerge, Edward is holding my bags. He’d already found and packed all of my weapons. Good Edward, he knows just what I need to feel better. I took that bag but let him carry the others. I am just too tired of this shit to care. So, I guess we are hitting the road. Wonder where we’re going.