He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.
Frey's Story.
Frey's Story.
1910 - 1925
World War I ended in 1918 when Frey was 8. Americans were finally able to breathe again as their thoughts went into mind that everything would turn back to normal in their lifestyles. Things of course changed when Frey was 10. In 1920, things changed. Physical jobs changed into white collar jobs like law enforcement and private businesses.
Frey lived a very wealthy home. Her father had bought a rare automobile designed by Henry Ford that could only be bought by the extremely wealthy like Frey's family. She was happy with her life and seemed to be a normal child except for her large outbursts of being a spoiled brat. Frey's life seemed to be very in order until her father started throwing parties in 1923 when Frey was 13.
People know the 1920's as "The Roaring Twenties". Frey's father would invite guests over and throw extreme parties against what his wife said. Frey's father had no respect for his wife and would occasionally hit her-it being the 20's, no one really cared and he wouldn't be punished for it. Because of these huge parties, Frey would lock herself in her room away from her mother and father who would often forget about their own daughter. She became lonely and mentally ill as months past.
She created her own world and became isolated from the people around her including her classmates in school, not knowing how others could feel. One day, when she was still the age 13, a flapper (a woman who goes against the traditional victorian standards of womanhood) lost her way into the large mansion when looking for a drink. She stumbled into Frey's room and looked at her, "Oh, a child."
Frey gave a disgusted look at her and scrunched up her nose when she smelt the intense reek of illegal alcohol.
A hand rested on the flapper's shoulder and the chief of police stepped in and met eyes with young Frey, "Frey, darling, where is your father? I need to discuss our business agreement."
Frey murmured, "Probably downstairs with another woman."
The chief of police, Henry, walked in and kneeled by Frey's side, "Despite what your father does, he's a great man."
Frey looked up at him, "Aren't .. isn't alcohol illegal?"
Henry paused, "Yes."
"Then why do you let my father drink? And that woman over there too," Frey lifted a finger and pointed to the intoxicated woman underneath the door frame.
The woman burped and slammed her hand over her mouth, "Excuse me." She said softly.
Henry didn't know what to say. He just smiled and patted Frey's head, "One day, you'll figure it out." He brushed his hand through her long blonde hair before getting up and escorting the flapper out of Frey's room.
Frey whispered to herself, "Should I check?" She replied to herself, "No, no, it's wrong." And added in, "But I need to know." Frey dropped her doll and walked out the door, a couple feet away from Henry. She followed him through the halls of the large mansion until Henry came to a stop in the dining room.
Frey peeked over the corner to find her father wearing a suit and his blond hair pushed back. His posture stiffened as he asked Henry, "What do you want? I'm busy."
Henry took off his hat in a respectful manner, "It's payday."
Frey's father, Louise replied, "Is it now? I could've sworn I gave you money last week."
Henry looked down, "It's hard to turn the other way while you're giving out alcohol at your parties .. I'm the only one who keeps my men from arresting you and-"
"You scumbag." Louise's voice angered, "Are you trying to cheat me?"
"N-no." Henry placed back on his hat, "I best be going now-forget I said anything."
Frey stood on her toes to get a better look to whoever was holding her father's hand-because it sure as hell wasn't her mother's. She shrieked and gained the men's' attention as she fell over onto the ground.
Louise frowned at her daughter and rubbed his temples, "What are you doing out of your room?" He paid no attention to her.
Frey played with her fingers as she looked down, walking toward her father, "I-I'm lonely upstairs b-by myself."
Louise snapped, "Nonsense, you have plenty of toys to keep you company."
Frey frowned.
Henry glanced at the two before stepping in, "I think she means human interaction. How about she plays with my son and daughter for a while? They're the same age."
Louise glanced at his daughter before turning away, "Whatever keeps her away from my guests."
A year later and Frey is 14. One more year and her death will come. But for now, she is walking side by side with Henry's son, Skyler. The two had a bond in which made Frey feel happy and almost sane-almost. You see, no matter how much human interaction Frey had, she was already mentally broken. Her mind tricks her into thinking she feels no pain and that others feel no pain. Basically, she could stab someone and not feel any remorse because she believes that they can't feel anything.
Skyler was deeply in love with Frey despite her weird interests in blood. He simply shrugged it off because she was beautiful. That's all he needed in a woman, for her to be beautiful. He didn't care about her weird personality and that she heard voices in her head.
Skyler grabbed Frey's hand out in the backyard of Frey's home and said, "You're so stunning, Frey .. I hope to marry you one day but for now, would you be my girlfriend?"
Frey paused and blinked her pretty green eyes. She giggled, "Sure."
They dated up until when Frey turned 15 in 1925. She was absolutely mad. She even dissected her own cat and her father buried the evidence. Frey was still in a relationship with Skyler who was not afraid of her for one bit until one day, Frey invited Skyler and his sister, Emily over for tea.
They remained in her room while Henry accompanied Frey's father downstairs. Frey handed both Skyler and Emily a cup of tea.
They were quiet in her room. Emily felt uneasy, staring down at her tea. Skyler kept looking at Frey, staring up her dress to her underwear. Skyler finally set his drink down and sat next to Frey on the long couch in the large bedroom. He set his hand down on her bare leg and smiled, "It was nice of you to invite us over."
Frey glanced at his hand before forming a smile at him, "It's no problem. I wanted to."
Skyler, not caring whether Emily was in the same room or not, leaned in and kissed Frey's neck. Frey jumped a little, surprised by the contact that was given to her. Even if Emily was facing a different direction, inspecting her tea with a concerned look, Frey felt very uncomfortable. Skyler licked his lips and turned Frey's head to face him. He kissed and tried leading her to lay down, but she refused. Skyler pulled away from the kiss before trying again, and this time, Frey yelled, "Stop!" She pushed him away and splashed her hot tea on him, making him cringe and cry out onto the floor.
Emily looked up but her vision became a haze. She looked back down to her drink and finally saw it, white spots were forming in her drink as if Frey poisoned it-and she did. Frey grabbed the kitchen knife which was provided for the pastries and climbed over Skyler's body. Frey held the knife against his throat and asked, "Is this what you wanted?" Her head buzzed with voices as she added in, "For me to be on top? Our bodies touching one another-skin to skin contact?"
Frey spat at his face, "You make me sick. All you cared about was my appearance and not my personality." She slid the knife across his throat, "I'm more than a face." Skyler's eyes widen as blood poured from his cut and his body squirmed underneath Frey's body.
Frey leaned in and kissed his cheek, ignoring the blood that sprayed onto her face. Frey lifted up her weapon before shooting it down into his chest. When Frey's head made up more voices, she hit her bloody hand against her forehead, begging them to shut up.
Emily was crawling away from the scene already, crying. She was close to the door and screamed for her father who shot up from his seat and called for other police. Henry ran up the stairs with Louise following close behind. It wasn't a surprise there were already police nearby on the streets. They charged in and Henry called after them, "Follow me!" A concerned father was heading up the stairs just when Frey dragged Emily back onto her brother's blood.
Frey made Emily face upward before climbing onto her body, "I .. I think I'm attracted to women." Frey said, "I never liked it when your brother touched me down there, you know? And when he got an erection, it made me nauseous." She laughed as Emily cried out for her father.
Frey bit her lower lip as she stared down at Emily's lips. She leaned down and forced a kiss onto her and cupping her breasts. Emily tried kicking Frey off and tried breaking away from the kiss but Frey was strong for a 15 year old. Frey moved her hand up Emily's skirt and rubbed the inside of her vagina and moaned, "Oh yeah," Frey smiled, "I'm a homosexual." Frey retreated her hand, "I always knew."
Meanwhile, Henry was finally up the stairs and by Frey's door. When he heard a commotion, he slammed open the door and cried. Police officers and Louise entered the room and all were shocked to find what they did .. Frey was covered in blood and had just dove the kitchen knife into Emily's chest. Frey's shoulders were lowering and raising as she panted. She slowly looked up to meet the eyes of Henry who was at his weak point.
Frey got up slowly and pointed the bloody knife at Henry, "You. You caused all of this." She took a step forward, making the police officers raise their guns toward her.
The voices in Frey's head whispered as she said, "My family was perfect until you offered the deal to my father. You turned him away from me and my mother. You turned him into a lying cheating scumbag!" Frey screamed, "Father! You should have not gave into your sins! Just as I gave into mine." Frey bit her lower lip, "All was well," She said, "Until you drank your sinful juice offered by him."
Louise didn't reply. He was too shocked by the amount of blood his own daughter had shed.
Frey looked at Henry who fell to his knees, still staring at his son and daughter who laid in their own pool of blood. Frey screamed as she charged at him with her knife, "Sin!"
Shots were fired, piercing into Frey's body. Every bullet struck her body, sending her to fall to her death where she had also laid in her own pool of blood. Her death was covered in the newspaper as a crazy child who murdered the chief in police's daughter and son.
Frey fluttered her eyes open and got up in a dark abyss. She circled around and asked, "Hello?"
"Hello." A voice replied.
Frey looked down, "I felt it. The pain of death."
"So you know you are dead, then?"
Frey almost smiled, "The voices in my head said I would die."
The large echo of the voice rung in Frey's ears, "Did the voices also tell you about the deal I want to make?"
Frey giggled, "No."
The voice laughed too, "Well then, let's make a deal."
The next day, a new issue of the New York Times was printed. The chief of police, Henry Gold, was murdered in his home. Some can't describe whether or not a person did, due to the fact blood was everywhere and skin was ripped out from parts of his body. Little did anyone know, Frey had the ability to do so.
She lived through and alone from the rest of the 1920s to almost the end of the 1960s before she met Lindsey. The two caused murder and Frey couldn't help but to develop strong feelings for Lindsey who was straight but adventurous. The two did have sex a couple times but that was it.
They both met Gerard in the 1990s who became a demon in the year 1982 but didn't meet Davy until the year 2010. Davy is our next story who died in 2005.
(little note: the present time for Frank and Gerard is 2017)
1910 - 1925
World War I ended in 1918 when Frey was 8. Americans were finally able to breathe again as their thoughts went into mind that everything would turn back to normal in their lifestyles. Things of course changed when Frey was 10. In 1920, things changed. Physical jobs changed into white collar jobs like law enforcement and private businesses.
Frey lived a very wealthy home. Her father had bought a rare automobile designed by Henry Ford that could only be bought by the extremely wealthy like Frey's family. She was happy with her life and seemed to be a normal child except for her large outbursts of being a spoiled brat. Frey's life seemed to be very in order until her father started throwing parties in 1923 when Frey was 13.
People know the 1920's as "The Roaring Twenties". Frey's father would invite guests over and throw extreme parties against what his wife said. Frey's father had no respect for his wife and would occasionally hit her-it being the 20's, no one really cared and he wouldn't be punished for it. Because of these huge parties, Frey would lock herself in her room away from her mother and father who would often forget about their own daughter. She became lonely and mentally ill as months past.
She created her own world and became isolated from the people around her including her classmates in school, not knowing how others could feel. One day, when she was still the age 13, a flapper (a woman who goes against the traditional victorian standards of womanhood) lost her way into the large mansion when looking for a drink. She stumbled into Frey's room and looked at her, "Oh, a child."
Frey gave a disgusted look at her and scrunched up her nose when she smelt the intense reek of illegal alcohol.
A hand rested on the flapper's shoulder and the chief of police stepped in and met eyes with young Frey, "Frey, darling, where is your father? I need to discuss our business agreement."
Frey murmured, "Probably downstairs with another woman."
The chief of police, Henry, walked in and kneeled by Frey's side, "Despite what your father does, he's a great man."
Frey looked up at him, "Aren't .. isn't alcohol illegal?"
Henry paused, "Yes."
"Then why do you let my father drink? And that woman over there too," Frey lifted a finger and pointed to the intoxicated woman underneath the door frame.
The woman burped and slammed her hand over her mouth, "Excuse me." She said softly.
Henry didn't know what to say. He just smiled and patted Frey's head, "One day, you'll figure it out." He brushed his hand through her long blonde hair before getting up and escorting the flapper out of Frey's room.
Frey whispered to herself, "Should I check?" She replied to herself, "No, no, it's wrong." And added in, "But I need to know." Frey dropped her doll and walked out the door, a couple feet away from Henry. She followed him through the halls of the large mansion until Henry came to a stop in the dining room.
Frey peeked over the corner to find her father wearing a suit and his blond hair pushed back. His posture stiffened as he asked Henry, "What do you want? I'm busy."
Henry took off his hat in a respectful manner, "It's payday."
Frey's father, Louise replied, "Is it now? I could've sworn I gave you money last week."
Henry looked down, "It's hard to turn the other way while you're giving out alcohol at your parties .. I'm the only one who keeps my men from arresting you and-"
"You scumbag." Louise's voice angered, "Are you trying to cheat me?"
"N-no." Henry placed back on his hat, "I best be going now-forget I said anything."
Frey stood on her toes to get a better look to whoever was holding her father's hand-because it sure as hell wasn't her mother's. She shrieked and gained the men's' attention as she fell over onto the ground.
Louise frowned at her daughter and rubbed his temples, "What are you doing out of your room?" He paid no attention to her.
Frey played with her fingers as she looked down, walking toward her father, "I-I'm lonely upstairs b-by myself."
Louise snapped, "Nonsense, you have plenty of toys to keep you company."
Frey frowned.
Henry glanced at the two before stepping in, "I think she means human interaction. How about she plays with my son and daughter for a while? They're the same age."
Louise glanced at his daughter before turning away, "Whatever keeps her away from my guests."
A year later and Frey is 14. One more year and her death will come. But for now, she is walking side by side with Henry's son, Skyler. The two had a bond in which made Frey feel happy and almost sane-almost. You see, no matter how much human interaction Frey had, she was already mentally broken. Her mind tricks her into thinking she feels no pain and that others feel no pain. Basically, she could stab someone and not feel any remorse because she believes that they can't feel anything.
Skyler was deeply in love with Frey despite her weird interests in blood. He simply shrugged it off because she was beautiful. That's all he needed in a woman, for her to be beautiful. He didn't care about her weird personality and that she heard voices in her head.
Skyler grabbed Frey's hand out in the backyard of Frey's home and said, "You're so stunning, Frey .. I hope to marry you one day but for now, would you be my girlfriend?"
Frey paused and blinked her pretty green eyes. She giggled, "Sure."
They dated up until when Frey turned 15 in 1925. She was absolutely mad. She even dissected her own cat and her father buried the evidence. Frey was still in a relationship with Skyler who was not afraid of her for one bit until one day, Frey invited Skyler and his sister, Emily over for tea.
They remained in her room while Henry accompanied Frey's father downstairs. Frey handed both Skyler and Emily a cup of tea.
They were quiet in her room. Emily felt uneasy, staring down at her tea. Skyler kept looking at Frey, staring up her dress to her underwear. Skyler finally set his drink down and sat next to Frey on the long couch in the large bedroom. He set his hand down on her bare leg and smiled, "It was nice of you to invite us over."
Frey glanced at his hand before forming a smile at him, "It's no problem. I wanted to."
Skyler, not caring whether Emily was in the same room or not, leaned in and kissed Frey's neck. Frey jumped a little, surprised by the contact that was given to her. Even if Emily was facing a different direction, inspecting her tea with a concerned look, Frey felt very uncomfortable. Skyler licked his lips and turned Frey's head to face him. He kissed and tried leading her to lay down, but she refused. Skyler pulled away from the kiss before trying again, and this time, Frey yelled, "Stop!" She pushed him away and splashed her hot tea on him, making him cringe and cry out onto the floor.
Emily looked up but her vision became a haze. She looked back down to her drink and finally saw it, white spots were forming in her drink as if Frey poisoned it-and she did. Frey grabbed the kitchen knife which was provided for the pastries and climbed over Skyler's body. Frey held the knife against his throat and asked, "Is this what you wanted?" Her head buzzed with voices as she added in, "For me to be on top? Our bodies touching one another-skin to skin contact?"
Frey spat at his face, "You make me sick. All you cared about was my appearance and not my personality." She slid the knife across his throat, "I'm more than a face." Skyler's eyes widen as blood poured from his cut and his body squirmed underneath Frey's body.
Frey leaned in and kissed his cheek, ignoring the blood that sprayed onto her face. Frey lifted up her weapon before shooting it down into his chest. When Frey's head made up more voices, she hit her bloody hand against her forehead, begging them to shut up.
Emily was crawling away from the scene already, crying. She was close to the door and screamed for her father who shot up from his seat and called for other police. Henry ran up the stairs with Louise following close behind. It wasn't a surprise there were already police nearby on the streets. They charged in and Henry called after them, "Follow me!" A concerned father was heading up the stairs just when Frey dragged Emily back onto her brother's blood.
Frey made Emily face upward before climbing onto her body, "I .. I think I'm attracted to women." Frey said, "I never liked it when your brother touched me down there, you know? And when he got an erection, it made me nauseous." She laughed as Emily cried out for her father.
Frey bit her lower lip as she stared down at Emily's lips. She leaned down and forced a kiss onto her and cupping her breasts. Emily tried kicking Frey off and tried breaking away from the kiss but Frey was strong for a 15 year old. Frey moved her hand up Emily's skirt and rubbed the inside of her vagina and moaned, "Oh yeah," Frey smiled, "I'm a homosexual." Frey retreated her hand, "I always knew."
Meanwhile, Henry was finally up the stairs and by Frey's door. When he heard a commotion, he slammed open the door and cried. Police officers and Louise entered the room and all were shocked to find what they did .. Frey was covered in blood and had just dove the kitchen knife into Emily's chest. Frey's shoulders were lowering and raising as she panted. She slowly looked up to meet the eyes of Henry who was at his weak point.
Frey got up slowly and pointed the bloody knife at Henry, "You. You caused all of this." She took a step forward, making the police officers raise their guns toward her.
The voices in Frey's head whispered as she said, "My family was perfect until you offered the deal to my father. You turned him away from me and my mother. You turned him into a lying cheating scumbag!" Frey screamed, "Father! You should have not gave into your sins! Just as I gave into mine." Frey bit her lower lip, "All was well," She said, "Until you drank your sinful juice offered by him."
Louise didn't reply. He was too shocked by the amount of blood his own daughter had shed.
Frey looked at Henry who fell to his knees, still staring at his son and daughter who laid in their own pool of blood. Frey screamed as she charged at him with her knife, "Sin!"
Shots were fired, piercing into Frey's body. Every bullet struck her body, sending her to fall to her death where she had also laid in her own pool of blood. Her death was covered in the newspaper as a crazy child who murdered the chief in police's daughter and son.
Frey fluttered her eyes open and got up in a dark abyss. She circled around and asked, "Hello?"
"Hello." A voice replied.
Frey looked down, "I felt it. The pain of death."
"So you know you are dead, then?"
Frey almost smiled, "The voices in my head said I would die."
The large echo of the voice rung in Frey's ears, "Did the voices also tell you about the deal I want to make?"
Frey giggled, "No."
The voice laughed too, "Well then, let's make a deal."
The next day, a new issue of the New York Times was printed. The chief of police, Henry Gold, was murdered in his home. Some can't describe whether or not a person did, due to the fact blood was everywhere and skin was ripped out from parts of his body. Little did anyone know, Frey had the ability to do so.
She lived through and alone from the rest of the 1920s to almost the end of the 1960s before she met Lindsey. The two caused murder and Frey couldn't help but to develop strong feelings for Lindsey who was straight but adventurous. The two did have sex a couple times but that was it.
They both met Gerard in the 1990s who became a demon in the year 1982 but didn't meet Davy until the year 2010. Davy is our next story who died in 2005.
(little note: the present time for Frank and Gerard is 2017)
Notes
Whew, that's a lot of important information I had to slyly fit into one chapter. But it was worth it. Thank you guys so much for the sweet comments! I really enjoy writing this story as much as you guys like reading it :) xo(btw these still count as chapters)
Ughh I finally got my acc back and I'm wondering why you left this...?
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