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“Of course I will,” she replied. “You’re my husband, aren’t you?” “Yes. I am.”
“If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times. I don’t fear death,”
I know there’s something afterwards.
“Billy McAuley, you were the best thing that ever happened to me. When you left, my heart broke. I wasn’t sure it was fixable. I wasn’t sure I wanted it fixed. Some nights, I thought it would be best if I just closed my eyes and never opened them again. At least then I might see you again. But something kept me going, kept me carrying on all these years.”
“I didn’t get to say goodbye to you then, and I don’t intend to now. We belong together, Billy McAuley, and that’s how we shall stay. Together.”
you’re insignificant. You’re nothing. You’re literally nothing.”
He was rich, and she was poor, and that was all that mattered. The wealthy can get away with anything. Murder, even.
This would be the second time she never got to say goodbye.
She was so tired. Tired of Grant, tired of the noise… tired of living.
She knew she shouldn’t complain. She had glimpsed happiness, which was more than some people could say, but now her sad little dream was over, and her ti...
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She had to say goodbye to Billy. They couldn’t part like this, not again. It would destroy her already tenuous grasp on reality forever.
Few people get second chances—”
“Billy McAuley, you’re the—”
It was surprisingly heavy, but then, it had been many years since Muriel had held a decapitated head.
Muriel smiled and tossed the head into the bathwater with a resounding splash, listening happily as Billy fed.
She was surrounded by blood, and Shelly’s headless corpse lay stiff and lifeless in her lap.
“I kept telling her, it’s Mrs McAuley,”
“I’d like you to meet my husband, Mr Grant.”
several of the creatures lashed out, coiling around his hand. Their dart-like faces burrowed into his skin, long bodies slipping easily through flesh and sliding up his arm, the tissue bulging as they entered his body. The man shrieked in horror. He raised his gun with his other hand and fired six rounds into the nightmarish vision, the bullets blasting through the churning mess and slamming into the tub. “They’re inside me!”
thousands of obscene wriggling beasts twitching and thrashing together to form something resembling a human physique.
The room burned with fabulous, insane colours that sparkled and whirled and danced and played, radiant hues that didn’t exist on any known human spectrum.
Billy. Dear old Billy. Her companion. Her lover. Her friend.
His hands swayed groggily as he aimed at Muriel and pulled the trigger a second time.
:(
“May I?”
He placed his hand on her breast and held it there, a comforting warmth spreading across her upper torso.
She knew she should be dead. Somehow, Billy had kept her alive. But then, wasn’t that what he had been doing for the last twelve years?
Aay
They were soulmates. Why
else would they have found each other again after so many years apart?
give yourself up. Please.
“Grandpa’s dead. You… you do know that, right?”
“If you love someone, tell them. Tell them every day. Never let them forget. And if they go away for a while, never forget them. They can come back, Jack. They can come back.”
“I can kill them,”
“All of them.
“I’ll kill them all to protect you. It may take some time, but time is something I have in abundance.”
“If this is the end, Billy, then what I want is to spend one more day with you. That’s all. Just one more perfect day with you.”
“Promise me this time I’ll get to say goodbye.”
He kissed her, and though the room stank of blood, and though she knew she was going to die today, it was the most perfect, extraordinary kiss of her life.
“I pro...
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“Billy McAuley… will you accompany me to Rory’s Cave?”
“It would be my honour,”
“I should have visited,” he said. “I should have been there for her.”
I love you.”
And from now on, I’m gonna tell you every single day.”
The candles that had adorned the walls when she and Billy had last visited were all gone. Or had they ever really been there?
“It doesn’t have to end like this,”
“They’ll kill you.” “I don’t care. This time, I get to say goodbye.” She kissed him, her young body aching with longing.
He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. “There is another way.”
“Haven’t you always wanted to see the ocean? To understand it, to love it, the way Billy did?”
“Then see it with me. Through my eyes.” He pressed his body against hers, and put his hands on the sides of her head. “Come with me, Muriel, and we’ll never be apart again.”
“Will it hurt?”
