A Visitor

(Heavy stuff goes down this chapter. I'll get shit for it as usual, but it is what it is. If you're just here for the smut give it a pass.)

You and Fiona lie there for a long time. You swimming in your bliss, Fiona holding you close.

She finally whispers. "Let me get you out of there babe."

As much as you enjoyed the secure feeling of being tied up your muscles were tightening and your joints were getting sore. It was time. You kiss her and whisper. "Thank you."

She kisses you back with a lover's passion. God were you happy! Both of you.

Both you and Fiona are nearly startled out of your skins as to hear a key enter the knob of your motel room door! Both your heads snap that direction and watch in horror as the door knob slowly turns.

"What the fuck!?" Fiona barks. She spins and rolls from the bed and with impressive speed she has the knife flicked open and in her hand. "Whoever the hell you are get the fuck out!" She shouts to the door.

You hear her sweet voice before you actually see her.

"Ohhh Fiona. Is that any way to talk to your little sister."

Fiona's eyes widen and an ice cold chill runs through your body. In through the door steps the last person in the world either of you wanted to see right now.

"El!" You gawp.

"Elsie!" Fiona gasps. "H-how did you find us?"

Elsie calm as could be swings the door closed behind her. She wore a curve hugging midnight blue sundress and little else. Her plunging cleavage and the nipples visible through the cloth told you she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore more make up than she usually did, and she wore it well! Elsie was looking smoking hot tonight! You'd never seen your nerdy younger sister like this before. However, something about the way she carried herself and the eerie calm and the way she moved...you knew she was still under the effects of the mind altering virus. Elsie's fathomless black eyes focus on you bound on the bed as she speaks.

"It was not so hard." Elsie croons in a way that made your short hairs stand on end. "Though it was time consuming. I knew Jesse would keep you away from family and friends, too obvious. I knew he had a limited budget. And I knew he'd want to take you as far away from anywhere familiar to us as possible yet still stay close enough to get to us if he was needed. After that it was just a matter of checking out every possible option."

"How'd you get the...?"

Elsie laughs as she tosses the key to the room toward Fiona. "The clerk is an idiot and easily swayed." Your older sister ignores the key as it bounces off her chest and down to the floor at her feet. Elsie looks from you to Fiona and back again. "I see you two wasted no time."

You notice Fiona, knife hidden behind her leg, was moving every so gradually to interpose herself between Elsie and yourself. El notices it as well and it amuses her. She giggles though there was no humor in it, which made it really creepy.

"El." You see a glint of steel as Fiona turns the knife in her grip. "Why don't you and I go talk. Just you and me. Just let me free Jesse first."

"I don't think so sister." El's dark eyes drill into Fiona. Last night Fiona wilted, but this wasn't last night. "I think we'll stay here a while. I think I want Jesse just like he is."

"Elsie..." You start to say but Fiona shushes you.

"Don't talk Jesse. She's not herself right now."

"He he he. Look who's talking!" Elsie takes a step toward Fiona and rises to her full height. While she wasn't tall at the moment she was a lot bigger than her sister. "Tiny little girl..." The vacant smile that had been plastered on her face since she walked in falls into a look of menacing rage. "...I'm going to fuck...you...up!"

Fiona holds her free hand out and readies her knife hand behind her, though you could plainly tell in her body language she was conflicted. Fiona loved her sister, deeply and truly, despite how she had acted all these years. She felt protective of both of you and shielding one of you from the other must have been something from her worst nightmares.

"Get out." Fiona warns in a low voice. "The virus doesn't last long. Just another day or two El. We'll deal with this when you're better."

"Ohhhhh sister, I'll be better after tonight. Trust me." El squares up against her older sister. "What are you going to do, stab me with that knife you're hiding? Are you going to kill me Fiona?"

You watch as your older sister's motions become more hesitant and more unsure. "N-no. Of course not."

"Then you're fucked, cause it was the only way you could have stopped me." Elsie's eyes snap past Fiona to look into yours. You tremble at the chilling depths you found yourself gazing into.

"Leave him alone!" Fiona warns.

El ignores her sister and speaks to you. "I'm going to take our sister, like she took me. I'm going to **** her right here in front of you Jesse. I'm going to **** her dirty cunt and her filthy ass and her wretched wicked mouth. And you'll have a front row seat. You'll see how much of a whore your precious crush can be! You'll get to see what she did to me. What a monster she really is."

"Elsie, no!" You plead. "No, El, you're not thinking right... Please don't do this."

"I'm finally thinking exactly right Jesse. After all these years, I see everything perfectly clear."

"Hold on!" You watch Fiona's narrow shoulders tremble. "Hold on. Listen. Y-you take me and...you leave Jesse alone? Yes?"

"Fiona, no!" You protest.

Elsie shakes her head. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want to him. You're not making the rules here bitch. I am. Still got that nightie? I think I'll make you wear it."

Fiona resolve hardens. "You take me and you leave Jesse. Okay?" Fiona's self sacrifice was touching, but not what you wanted to happen. This was all so fucked up. She continues. "I-I'll wear the nightie Elsie. I'll...I'll do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want...to ME." She says at a whisper. "Whatever you want." Before finishing in a voice as hard as the steel in her hand. "But leave our brother alone. He's not involved in this. Your beef is with me."

"Is it?" Elsie eyes narrow as she glares into you. "We could have HAD something you son of a bitch! You and me, we could have been together. And you throw it away...for her!" She waves her arm at Fiona. "After all the insults, the bullying, the cruelty. After I was there for you and with you....every...single...time! You choose HER!"

"Elsie, it...you don't understand."

"Oh I understand brother. I understand everything now." Elsie hisses. "When I'm done with her I'll decide what I'll do with you!"

That was all Fiona needed to hear. "We're done! Get the fuck out! You're not taking me and you sure as hell aren't touching Jesse." You struggle in the ropes to try and get out, but it was hopeless. "Elsie, what I did...we'll talk about that. Later. I can't erase it but I know I did you wrong. I know I hurt you and that kills me inside. But right now...right now you have to go."

El takes another half step toward her sister. "You have no power anymore little girl."

Fiona's grip tightens. "Elsie, I don't want to hurt you. I swear to god though, I won't let you..."

With no warning Elsie lunges at her older sister!

"Elsie! Fiona!" You cry out helplessly. "Stop!"

Quick as a whip Fiona's right arm ducks in under El's. Elsie had the size, strength, and a new found cunning, but she was no fighter. Fiona deftly brings the blade up to hold it flat against her sister's neck. El, taken by surprise, freezes in place.

"Don't Elsie." Fiona pleads in desperation, her knife hand shaking. "Don't. Just go."

Elsie in a voice a saccharine as cotton candy says. "Fiona, you wouldn't hurt me. Would you? Don't you love me?"

"Don't." Fiona's hand shakes as he voice falters. "D-don't."

"You'd kill me? Like you killed Daddy?'

"S-stop. Go Elsie, go now!"

"Fiona? Why'd you hurt me sister? Why did you hurt me? Why did you **** me? Don't you love me?"

"I...I love you Elsie. I love you so much..." Fiona says through a sobbing whisper. "I-I-I'm sorry."

Elsie's inky black eyes narrow and she spits straight into her sister's face. "Fuck you!"

Bringing both hands up she grabs Fiona's wrist. You were certain it was love that stalled Fiona's hand and allowed El to get the better of her, she wanted to protect you but she didn't want to hurt her sister. There is a brief jerking struggle which you knew Fiona was destined to lose. You strain once more against the ropes. The pair of them lurch hard against the side of the bed and you see the knife fly up from between them.

The black and steel knife arcs up through the air. End over end it spins, everything moving as if in slow motion. Up, up, it goes...and then down. As it drops the slightly heavier end of it takes over and it falls in a silvery streak...tip down. You don't even recognize the danger until it is too late.

Sschlitt!

Staring down, not comprehending what you were seeing, you look to see the black handle of the blade sticking up from your chest. An instant later the pain hits. An instant after that the blood begins to flow, staining the skin and ropes surrounding the entry wound.

"Ouch." You grunt.

The room goes silent before you hear your little sister take in a sharp breath. "Oh my god! Oh my god, no!"

Fiona turns to look. Her face transforms into one of horror. "Baby?"

"Fi..ona. It hurts." You cough, a wet excruciatingly painful cough, and you feel warm liquid on your lips. "It hurts."

"NO!" She screams. Diving toward you she barks back to her sister. "Call 911! Call the ambulance!"

"Ye-yeah...okay." Elsie stammers, the sudden stunning gravity of the situation seeming to take over from her personality twisting condition. "Oh my god! Fiona don't pull the knife...!"

It was too late. The first thing your big sister does when she reaches you was to instinctually pull the thing hurting you away. As she unsheathes the blade from your flesh a sickly slick gurgle can be heard. There was blood, so much blood, and you were having trouble breathing. With blinding speed Fiona cuts a few key ropes that allows you to lie flat. Reaching over she grabs the edge of one of the sheets and presses it hard into your wound to stem the bleeding.

You cough again and can see an eruption of blood shoot up then fall back to hit your face. Breathing was hard, real hard, and it hurt. You are dimly aware of Elsie speaking on the phone. Above you...your goddess. Tears in her eyes and fear in her beautiful face she is speaking to you, though her voice is becoming distant and muffled.

"Stay with me baby. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay. Stay with me." Fiona was so scared. You'd never seen her so scared. Not even last night. She kisses you and you see your ruby blood on her perfect lips. "Baby, stay with me."

"It hurts..."

"I know baby. I know, just be brave now. It's gonna be okay."

Despite it all...you smile. "I love you." You cough a dark gout of crimson. "I love...you both. I love...gullggghhhhh..." God, it felt like you were drowning. You consciousness was dimming, the edges of your vision was blackening as the center glowed white. "I...love..."

Fiona with her free blood stained hand strokes your cheek. "I love you too baby. I love you too. The ambulance is on the way. Just hold on, just hold on!"

"I'm...your...boy..."

Snot dribbles from your sister's nose as the tears flow freely down her cheeks. "That's right baby. You're my boy now. Don't go...please! Please! I...can't... Not again! I can't... Stay with me baby."

"You're...beautiful..."

"Stay with me!"

"Be...strong... Elsie...needs..." You heave and cough and another gout of your life blood washes over your cheeks and chin. "I'm...happy..." You reach up and stroke her short blonde hair until you loose the strength to do so. "I...love..."

Elsie is suddenly at your other side, though you cannot remember her getting there. In her deep soulful eyes you see fear, regret, and a deep abiding love. "Jesse! Ohhh my god! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

With the last vestiges of strength you could muster you bring a cold trembling hand to hers. She clasps it firmly. You then pull her hand down to Fiona's. All three of the Bailey kids now hand in hand in hand. They give each other the briefest of glances before returning their terrified gazes back to you.

You give them a weak smile and whisper in a failing frail voice. "Bailey's...love...each...other..."

"Noooooo!" Fiona wails.

They both say something more, they both kiss you and stroke you, but it seems a million miles away. You fight against the dying of the light holding to the most precious thing in your world, the love of your family, but in the end your vision goes dark and you fall through the world into a never ending void.