Week 19, Title: Said one word to me and that was 'dead'

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II

Noctem

The knock on the door comes a little after sunset.

Pippa sighs upon seeing who it is. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Jacob nods. “I know. I’m sorry. I had to see you. I missed you.”

“I’m not inviting you in.”

“Then I’ll wait out here.”

Pippa walks away from the open door. “I need a cigarette.”

*

The moon is high in the sky, bright. He’s on the ground, leaning against the invisible barrier preventing his entry.

“Why are you still here?” Pippa asks.

“I need you. I can’t go on without you.”

Pippa slowly sits on the floor, crossing her legs. “Well, it seems you have to.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Still as arrogant as ever. Do you really think you can convince me to do this again?”

“Maybe. You haven’t closed the door. Anyway, that’s not what I meant…sunrise is in a few hours.”

“You’re threatening to kill yourself.”

“No. I think I can convince you to invite me in.”

*

There are blue tinges on the horizon, diluting the inky blackness.

He makes unseen pictures on the barrier with his finger. She drinks peppermint tea.

“You need to leave. The sun will be rising soon.”

“I’m not leaving. I don’t want to live my life without you. My fate is in your hands.”

“No. Fuck you. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to make me a killer. And you don’t get to blackmail me into letting you in.”

“You still haven’t closed the door.”  

“Leave. Now.”

“There’s no blood on your hands. This is my choice. I don’t think you’ll leave me out here. But if you do, maybe I deserve what’s coming.”

“Do you think I want you to die? I don’t want you to die. But I don’t want you in here either. I can’t do this again. Don’t sugar-coat. This, what you’re doing here, is violence- pure and simple.”

“I’m not leaving.”

*

The sky is pink. Light spills out into the road.

“Come in.”  

I

Diem

He trails kisses along her neck, fangs nipping at her skin. Pippa shivers at the bite, his tongue sliding over blood.

She gasps as his teeth sink too harshly, tearing at her. She pushes him away. He’s unmoving. Drinking too deeply, entranced.

“Stop, you have to stop.”

Jacob doesn’t respond- his teeth entrenched. She feels dizzy, disoriented, torn open and laid bare.

“Let go! Stop! Get off!” Pippa screams.

Jacob blinks. And then jerks back in horror. “Oh my God. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I lost control, sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Pippa runs at the front door, flings it open flooding the room in light. He runs deep into the room, where the shadows are. She stands in the open doorway, bathed in sunshine.

Jacob reaches out to her, fingertips play at the edges of light, “I am sorry.”

“I know you are. You always are. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep letting you pull me back,” Pippa’s fingers tap on the door, “I should leave.”

Jacob smiles, sadly. “I suppose you should.”

Her fingers swing the door gently, a few degrees towards open, a few degrees towards closed. “You need to get some help.”

“Probably. You’re still here.”

“I’m not staying.”

“Let’s just give ourselves some time. Think things through…I can get better. I can be better.”

“This is over. Goodbye Jacob.”

His arm lurches out, unheeding the sun’s rays, his hand mottles red and black, he catches her wrist, angry now, “You can’t just leave.”

Pippa sharply pulls her arm away. “I’m starting over. I’m going to find a new place, somewhere else. And I’m never going to invite you in.”

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