He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.
Lindsey's Story.
Lindsey's Story.
1943 - 1966
As a young child, Lindsey was never into the general women's roles that her mother forced her into. This was a time where a woman had three roles set for their lives: a caring mother, a homemaker and an obedient wife. This was in the 1950's. Propaganda for women defined themselves what a woman's role should be. When Lindsey, at age 12 in 1955, jumped rope in front of her house as guests came from the neighborhood, they would often comment about her capability of being an obedient wife. They knew she had trouble finding a boyfriend and would often introduce their own sons to her.
Lindsey was different from other girls. She didn't see herself being a wife and the thought of her partner ordering her around made her angry.
At age 16 in 1959, her mother pursued Lindsey to dress nicely to impress potential interests. Lindsey would often try to talk to her mother about going to college but her mother would chuckle, "That's silly, why would you even consider that?"
Lindsey replied, "Patty from down the street has a job, you know? She doesn't care what people think of her .. she spends more time at work than at home."
Lindsey's mother stared at her daughter for a brief moment before snapping, "You know who abandons their home with their child being tended by a babysitter? A bad mother. Now stand up straight."
In 1963, at age 20, Lindsey abandoned her mother's views and begun to take more interests in feminism since she read a book that she saw at the bookstore; Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique. From reading that book, Lindsey stole tons of cash from her father's wallet-since she couldn't have a credit card-and rushed out of her neighborhood and town in her new car. Her last three years were filled with more with sleeping around with men in attempt to steal from their wallets and carry on. Why was she stealing? It's not like she had a choice if she wanted to keep running. A woman in the 60's wasn't allowed to have a credit card.
Even if some men despised Lindsey's request for sex, she didn't care. She was happy and had role models like Helen Gurley Brown who wrote, "Sex and the Single Girl". Who said it was okay for a woman to experience sexual relationships before marriage.
Lindsey was happy even if she sinning against the bible. The people who worked upstairs did admire her ambitions and didn't care if she slept around, but she stole, did drugs, and deceived people along the way.
In 1966, at age 23, death followed behind her. Lindsey pressed her back against the brick wall with a duffle bag filled with her belongings. It contained clothes and special items from middle school .. like a trophy she won for being the fastest runner in cross country. She took the course without her mother's permission.
She poured a hoodie over her head as men and woman rushed out of the cafe. Lindsey saw a victim who seemed in his late 30's but was wearing a valuable watch. Lindsey said to him before he could cross the street, "You shoelace is undone."
The man looked at her before down to his shoe. He muttered, "Thanks." He kneeled down and tied his lace as Lindsey walked over to him, "How are the kids?"
The man mumbled, "Don't have any."
"In this time? That's surprising."
He got up and looked at her. He inspected her from head to toe, "I'm assuming you don't have any either."
"What gave it away? The amount of clothes I'm not wearing or my matted hair?"
He almost smiled, "I better get going."
"Alone?"
His dark brown eyes looked at her. He paused before tucking in his lips. It's been awhile since he's had any intercourse since the death of his wife. He asked quietly so no one around him that was passing by would hear, "Would you like to come with me?"
Lindsey brushed her long hair back, "Thought you'd never ask."
The two were in his car until they reached his home. Lindsey looked around for valuables as he lead her upstairs. He opened the door to his bedroom before they both entered. Lindsey took off her hoodie and threw her opened duffle bag to the side of the bed.
The man couldn't help but stare at her. She's trashy but her body is so great. He thought. Lindsey was wearing a red dress and high heels which showed off her long legs (she didn't get tattoos or change her style until it was more acceptable in the 2000's). He broke out of his trance before offering her a glass of wine.
Lindsey accepted his offer. They chatted a while as the man whose name was Brent confessed about the death of his wife a few years ago. He even cried in which Lindsey patted his back but was getting impatient. She wanted to hit the road already. She stopped patting his back and got up, she said, "Hey, no more tears, Brent." She slid off her dress, catching his full attention.
She bit her lower lip as she exposed her blue bra and panties. He was mesmerized as she climbed onto his lap and kissed him passionately. The two collided tongues as they fell back onto the bed. The night was filled with switching positions, skin to skin contact and multiple orgasms.
When Brent finally reached his limit, he fell asleep with Lindsey in his arms. Lindsey could see his wallet in reach but her eyes got the better of her as she fell asleep too.
A couple of hours past before she opened her eyes. It was still dark outside, which was good. And a plus, Brent was tossed to the other side of the bed. Lindsey moved out of the bed and grabbed his wallet. She tried doing a quick glance but Brent's voice caused her to drop the wallet, "Are you kidding me?"
Lindsey made eye contact with Brent who seemed heartbroken.
Lindsey stammered, "I-I can explain."
Brent tightened his jaw, "You used me? A skank like yourself used a guy like me?" He got up from the bed and put on his boxers. Lindsey froze when he grasped onto both her arms in anger and shook her, "Why? Why did you do this? After I shared my pain with you."
Lindsey was already crying, "Please don't call the police."
Brent was blinded by anger and threw her naked body onto the ground. Lindsey banged her head against the ground, making her lose a bit of conscience. Brent turned her body upward and through tears, he searched for a weapon and saw a glisten from the moonlight. His eye caught the attention of a trophy resting in a duffle bag. He grabbed it and with anger and depression, he banged the hard item against her head.
Lindsey was blinded by her own blood dripping down her head but she got images of Brent bringing down her trophy against her head over and over again. Soon, the pain was beginning to lessen as he continued to keep going. Lindsey could've sworn she saw a figure standing over her wearing a hood and holding a staff.
Lindsey finally fell into death.
Her eyes reopened and she jolted upward. She was still crying when she faced darkness. She froze as a voice alerted her, "You're so magnificent." Lindsey felt a shift in the air as she shivered wearing nothing to keep her warm.
The voice echoed, "Do you know where you are?"
Lindsey cried instead of answering the question.
The voice said, "You're in judgement. Your weakened soul was sent to hell but I would like to offer you a deal."
Lindsey fell to her knees on the cold ground as the voice continued, "You can either spend eternity trapped in your own hell or you could offer me your special soul. I've been watching you .. a beauty like yourself would make a great demon. It's not what you did, it's who you are."
Lindsey bit her lower lip and cried softly, "Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?"
Lindsey didn't reply. The voice said, "You become a demon, and I will make sure you get your revenge."
Lindsey wiped her tears, "You promise?" Lindsey felt the air kiss her lips as the voice replied, "I promise."
She said yes and so she returned to earth. Lindsey had never felt more happy when she awakened from where she died. Her head was healed as she could hear Brent panicking in the living room. She got up slowly and went toward the living room, "Brent."
Brent's eyes went wide as he stumbled backwards, "You're dead. I killed you."
Lindsey looked down at her hands and smirked at him, "You did .. but .. I'm alive again."
A bloodbath was formed as she dug her hand into his skin, tearing it out from his shoulder. Blood splattered onto her face making her bloodlust increase. She laughed a bit as Brent collapsed, crying out in agony as he saw his skin on the ground beside him. He bled as he placed a hand over his own wound and begged for her to stop.
Lindsey screamed, "What about me? Did you stop with me?" She kicked his stomach before kneeling down and grasping onto his hair. She made his eyes look at hers, "You killed me with no hesitation .. and so I'll return the favor." Her teeth had sharpened in front of Brent's eyes. She dug them into his neck, tasting the amount of blood that entered her mouth. She yanked out the skin and swallowed it whole. Her eyes turned white as she tossed her head back in pleasure. Brent had already died and went to hell but she couldn't get enough with his taste. Lindsey begun digging her hands into his stomach and taking out organs before eating them raw.
When Lindsey had enough, she got up and took a shower in his home. When she heard sirens, she disappeared.
Soon after the following months, she met a girl. A girl with the same abilities as her and she had her own background as well.
Her name was Frey.
1943 - 1966
As a young child, Lindsey was never into the general women's roles that her mother forced her into. This was a time where a woman had three roles set for their lives: a caring mother, a homemaker and an obedient wife. This was in the 1950's. Propaganda for women defined themselves what a woman's role should be. When Lindsey, at age 12 in 1955, jumped rope in front of her house as guests came from the neighborhood, they would often comment about her capability of being an obedient wife. They knew she had trouble finding a boyfriend and would often introduce their own sons to her.
Lindsey was different from other girls. She didn't see herself being a wife and the thought of her partner ordering her around made her angry.
At age 16 in 1959, her mother pursued Lindsey to dress nicely to impress potential interests. Lindsey would often try to talk to her mother about going to college but her mother would chuckle, "That's silly, why would you even consider that?"
Lindsey replied, "Patty from down the street has a job, you know? She doesn't care what people think of her .. she spends more time at work than at home."
Lindsey's mother stared at her daughter for a brief moment before snapping, "You know who abandons their home with their child being tended by a babysitter? A bad mother. Now stand up straight."
In 1963, at age 20, Lindsey abandoned her mother's views and begun to take more interests in feminism since she read a book that she saw at the bookstore; Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique. From reading that book, Lindsey stole tons of cash from her father's wallet-since she couldn't have a credit card-and rushed out of her neighborhood and town in her new car. Her last three years were filled with more with sleeping around with men in attempt to steal from their wallets and carry on. Why was she stealing? It's not like she had a choice if she wanted to keep running. A woman in the 60's wasn't allowed to have a credit card.
Even if some men despised Lindsey's request for sex, she didn't care. She was happy and had role models like Helen Gurley Brown who wrote, "Sex and the Single Girl". Who said it was okay for a woman to experience sexual relationships before marriage.
Lindsey was happy even if she sinning against the bible. The people who worked upstairs did admire her ambitions and didn't care if she slept around, but she stole, did drugs, and deceived people along the way.
In 1966, at age 23, death followed behind her. Lindsey pressed her back against the brick wall with a duffle bag filled with her belongings. It contained clothes and special items from middle school .. like a trophy she won for being the fastest runner in cross country. She took the course without her mother's permission.
She poured a hoodie over her head as men and woman rushed out of the cafe. Lindsey saw a victim who seemed in his late 30's but was wearing a valuable watch. Lindsey said to him before he could cross the street, "You shoelace is undone."
The man looked at her before down to his shoe. He muttered, "Thanks." He kneeled down and tied his lace as Lindsey walked over to him, "How are the kids?"
The man mumbled, "Don't have any."
"In this time? That's surprising."
He got up and looked at her. He inspected her from head to toe, "I'm assuming you don't have any either."
"What gave it away? The amount of clothes I'm not wearing or my matted hair?"
He almost smiled, "I better get going."
"Alone?"
His dark brown eyes looked at her. He paused before tucking in his lips. It's been awhile since he's had any intercourse since the death of his wife. He asked quietly so no one around him that was passing by would hear, "Would you like to come with me?"
Lindsey brushed her long hair back, "Thought you'd never ask."
The two were in his car until they reached his home. Lindsey looked around for valuables as he lead her upstairs. He opened the door to his bedroom before they both entered. Lindsey took off her hoodie and threw her opened duffle bag to the side of the bed.
The man couldn't help but stare at her. She's trashy but her body is so great. He thought. Lindsey was wearing a red dress and high heels which showed off her long legs (she didn't get tattoos or change her style until it was more acceptable in the 2000's). He broke out of his trance before offering her a glass of wine.
Lindsey accepted his offer. They chatted a while as the man whose name was Brent confessed about the death of his wife a few years ago. He even cried in which Lindsey patted his back but was getting impatient. She wanted to hit the road already. She stopped patting his back and got up, she said, "Hey, no more tears, Brent." She slid off her dress, catching his full attention.
She bit her lower lip as she exposed her blue bra and panties. He was mesmerized as she climbed onto his lap and kissed him passionately. The two collided tongues as they fell back onto the bed. The night was filled with switching positions, skin to skin contact and multiple orgasms.
When Brent finally reached his limit, he fell asleep with Lindsey in his arms. Lindsey could see his wallet in reach but her eyes got the better of her as she fell asleep too.
A couple of hours past before she opened her eyes. It was still dark outside, which was good. And a plus, Brent was tossed to the other side of the bed. Lindsey moved out of the bed and grabbed his wallet. She tried doing a quick glance but Brent's voice caused her to drop the wallet, "Are you kidding me?"
Lindsey made eye contact with Brent who seemed heartbroken.
Lindsey stammered, "I-I can explain."
Brent tightened his jaw, "You used me? A skank like yourself used a guy like me?" He got up from the bed and put on his boxers. Lindsey froze when he grasped onto both her arms in anger and shook her, "Why? Why did you do this? After I shared my pain with you."
Lindsey was already crying, "Please don't call the police."
Brent was blinded by anger and threw her naked body onto the ground. Lindsey banged her head against the ground, making her lose a bit of conscience. Brent turned her body upward and through tears, he searched for a weapon and saw a glisten from the moonlight. His eye caught the attention of a trophy resting in a duffle bag. He grabbed it and with anger and depression, he banged the hard item against her head.
Lindsey was blinded by her own blood dripping down her head but she got images of Brent bringing down her trophy against her head over and over again. Soon, the pain was beginning to lessen as he continued to keep going. Lindsey could've sworn she saw a figure standing over her wearing a hood and holding a staff.
Lindsey finally fell into death.
Her eyes reopened and she jolted upward. She was still crying when she faced darkness. She froze as a voice alerted her, "You're so magnificent." Lindsey felt a shift in the air as she shivered wearing nothing to keep her warm.
The voice echoed, "Do you know where you are?"
Lindsey cried instead of answering the question.
The voice said, "You're in judgement. Your weakened soul was sent to hell but I would like to offer you a deal."
Lindsey fell to her knees on the cold ground as the voice continued, "You can either spend eternity trapped in your own hell or you could offer me your special soul. I've been watching you .. a beauty like yourself would make a great demon. It's not what you did, it's who you are."
Lindsey bit her lower lip and cried softly, "Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?"
Lindsey didn't reply. The voice said, "You become a demon, and I will make sure you get your revenge."
Lindsey wiped her tears, "You promise?" Lindsey felt the air kiss her lips as the voice replied, "I promise."
She said yes and so she returned to earth. Lindsey had never felt more happy when she awakened from where she died. Her head was healed as she could hear Brent panicking in the living room. She got up slowly and went toward the living room, "Brent."
Brent's eyes went wide as he stumbled backwards, "You're dead. I killed you."
Lindsey looked down at her hands and smirked at him, "You did .. but .. I'm alive again."
A bloodbath was formed as she dug her hand into his skin, tearing it out from his shoulder. Blood splattered onto her face making her bloodlust increase. She laughed a bit as Brent collapsed, crying out in agony as he saw his skin on the ground beside him. He bled as he placed a hand over his own wound and begged for her to stop.
Lindsey screamed, "What about me? Did you stop with me?" She kicked his stomach before kneeling down and grasping onto his hair. She made his eyes look at hers, "You killed me with no hesitation .. and so I'll return the favor." Her teeth had sharpened in front of Brent's eyes. She dug them into his neck, tasting the amount of blood that entered her mouth. She yanked out the skin and swallowed it whole. Her eyes turned white as she tossed her head back in pleasure. Brent had already died and went to hell but she couldn't get enough with his taste. Lindsey begun digging her hands into his stomach and taking out organs before eating them raw.
When Lindsey had enough, she got up and took a shower in his home. When she heard sirens, she disappeared.
Soon after the following months, she met a girl. A girl with the same abilities as her and she had her own background as well.
Her name was Frey.
Notes
Yes I'm aware it's all bolded, it's suppose to be that way.And I don't know if I did the math right for her age and the years but I tried. xo
Ughh I finally got my acc back and I'm wondering why you left this...?
7/5/16