: biggrin reams That Leave a Bad Taste in Your Heart::
Solo Rp, prompt reply. -- Word Count = 1,208 --
Solo Rp, prompt reply. -- Word Count = 1,208 --
When Melody slept she was often lulled into the realm of sleep by the beautiful sounds of Beethoven or Mozart, their music a sound that made her dreams so peaceful that she didn't want to wake. Or at least made her think she didn't want to wake because the girl was up at the same time every morning like clockwork. Always she awoke to the Nutcracker suite, her alarm she set as it was a song that filled her heart with fond memories of the past.
But today, it seemed, was not a normal day for Miss Melody Klein as she continued to sleep as her alarm went off. And it wasn't until well after it had stopped and Chopin’s No. 15 in D-flat major “Raindrop” played that her usually warm brown eyes snapped open. Pupils mere pinpricks, the color of her irises were off. Not that she knew or cared because there was a sudden sick churning in her stomach that had her rushing from the bed and out of her room in search for the bathrooms.
Some how she managed to make it in time to throw herself over the toilet bowl before retching into it, the sound echoing in the room in a harsh and grating tone. It was some time before she managed to stop, slumping to the floor in front of the porcelain appliance and all but sobbing. Ignoring the taste in the back of her mouth she curled into a ball where she sat and cried in mourning.
Sure it had been a dream, but never before had she dreamed something so real that she was sure the other was dead for sure.
She’d been in the music room, where she could almost always been found at one given point in the day, practicing her newest piece on the cello for the solo she was to be having in the next band concert the school was having. She’d been writing this one for awhile, letting any and all emotions she held be put into this one for a wide range of reactions from the audience. So caught up in her practicing was she that she failed to notice that some one had entered the room, the double doors shutting with more then enough sound to usually brake her of the trance playing such pieces put her in. But not today.
No, today it took feeling the gentle touch of one of her dearest friends to snap her out of her music playing, her gaze glancing up to find a frown marring his features where normally a smile would be. Was something wrong? She moved to apologize when his smile returned and she struggled to catch his words. She was having such trouble doing so as her head buzzed, something urging her to continue her playing of music lest something break free.
“Play a song for me,” he asked of her, full of smiles as always.
“But of course,” was her usual reply as she returned the smile, placing the bow back to the strings of her cello and beginning to play. But the longer she played the more she was aware of the change in her music, it sounded off… Like the buzzing of mad bees or any sound that gave the general feeling of chaos, the music was rushed and screeching with constant repeating wolf tones.
It wasn’t her usual music at all and it seemed her friend had noticed as well for he asked her to stop. She happily complied, not liking the sounds she had been creating, and she stepped away from the instrument to give herself a moment to breath. But it turned out to be a bad idea when the buzzing in her head returned full force and she found herself suddenly hungry. Oh so hungry.
Brown stared at the brown haired boy as she struggled to make sense of his words, he was asking her something. She moved closer and took in a big sniff of the air around him, her mouth watering. He smelled so good, better then the best Vietnamese food her mother had ever made. Slowly she moved closer, hands slipping to his shoulders almost seductively.
Before he could ask, or even wonder what the hell his friend was doing, she sunk her razor sharp teeth (had they always been so sharp?) into his neck. There was guilt in her heart, painfully sharp that tried to reason with her what she was doing was wrong. She didn’t care, ignoring it as biting his neck turned into something so much more gruesome.
Biting his neck turned into ripping his flesh from his body, his screams filling her ears. And those sounded just as delicious as his blood, it dripping down her lips and chin. Bite after bite pulled skin and muscle from the boy’s neck and shoulders, the ganguro girl eating it all at a pace that would make one think she was rabidly hungry. And still he screamed, trying to get her to stop, begging for her to stop killing her all in perfect time to Beethoven’s Cello Sonata No. 4.
And that was where the dream had ended, snapped awake by one of her favourite songs from Chopin that the horribly real feeling nightmare had left her to wake and empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Ignacio, one of her most treasured friends in this school of beginning horrors, had been her victim. Not just a victim but a meal! Her stomach churned again and once more she heaved into the toilet though there was nothing to bring back up.
When her stomach calmed once more she moved to rinse the taste from her mouth then go and see him. Maybe if she could prove he was all right and that the dream had been nothing more then that, no matter how real it felt or tasted, she could make it through the day. On her way to the first floor, still dressed in her long sleeping gown – that more resembled a princess’ dress with high empire waist, exposed back and thin straps - she hummed the song that had pulled her back to the realm of the living, her semi-long blonde hair saying behind her. She was trying hard to ignore the hunger she still felt because focusing on it only made her want to make another trip back to the ladies room.
But it seemed there was no good grace to be given to her today, no forgiveness for such a horrid dream and no smiling friend to chase her nightmares away. For reaching Ignacio’s room, Ara-12, found her watching as faculty zipped up the dark body bag to carry him away and she could feel fresh tears beginning to form as she stumbled back in pained horror. He was dead… The brunette male had died in the night and, currently, she didn’t know the cause! Taking another bumbling step backwards, Melody fell to her a** as she watched them carry him away and she was left to stare at his empty room. Guilt, sorrow and panic filled her chest so abruptly she had no way to push it away until she let out a sobbing scream.
