quicksilverconnoisseur: Hammer Horror Hannigram Halloween ~ QS StyleRagged clouds shrouded the moon.
quicksilverconnoisseur: Hammer Horror Hannigram Halloween ~ QS StyleRagged clouds shrouded the moon. Only the faintest silhouettes were visible, of monstrous ancient trees which bulged and sprawled across the night. They made hideous shapes, like clawing desperate creatures, clamouring for attention.Bev tried not to give them any. She had her own battles, and could not afford the distraction.Even the darkness seemed a barrier; thick and oily and insidious. She fought through its unnatural power, digging her toes into the mulch to propel herself on. Dry leaves scratched at her as she passed; twigs crackled and broke and cut her feet. Still she moved, gripped with fearsome agitation, straining to see through the gloom.Something yanked hard at her and she stumbled, almost fell. It was only her nightgown, caught on a branch. But there was no time to waste; a sharp tug and it was torn free. She had to keep on, keep looking. There was danger in the forest, and not just for herself…A howl in the distance confirmed it - a terrible sound, one borne of twisted screams and unseen terrors. But a distraction, only; something to lead her away from her quarry.Wings brushed her face, rushed past her cheek. Again, and then again, but she could not be swayed from her purpose. There was a clearing ahead, a pool of pitch-dark shadow. No pale glimmer relieved its unbroken mass, no sound betrayed a presence - but she knew what she sought lurked within its depths.There was something in her hand, though she could not remember carrying it - a long piece of wood, sharpened to a crude point. The clouds parted, and revealed the moon’s pearly face.With it came a sight which made her heart seize. In the clearing, her dear friend, almost a sister, limp in the grasp of a fiend, its foul breath covetous at her neck. Will whimpered once, and the creature’s teeth pierced her tender skin. Blood spilled, soiling her thin nightgown, and the creature bent to drink deep. Bev gripped her stake tightly, determined to end the creature’s enchantment.Before she could move, Will’s eyes fluttered open, and her lips parted in a long low moan. Something fell from Will’s hand - a stake of her own, abandoned. She reached a hand to the creature’s shoulder, to pull him in, closer, into her swooning embrace…A sharp tap on her forehead woke Bev with a jolt. There was drool on her chin, and an empty packet of chips crumpled under her arm. She rubbed at her face and found crumbs in her hair.Will threw another Cheeto - it hit her on the cheek this time. “You missed the best bit,” she said. “I can’t believe it - call yourself a horror fan?”“Ugh,” said Bev, struggling to sit up. “I feel like the undead. How long was I asleep for?”“Don’t know,” Will said. “But you missed Dracula being brought back by that girl’s blood draining all over his shrivelled corpse.”“That is a good bit,” Bev agreed. “Not good enough to throw Cheetos at me though.”“You were snoring.”On the TV, Christopher Lee towered silently over a nightgowned girl. Will wasn’t paying attention, caught between grinning at Bev and tapping her phone with orange-powdered fingers. Texting Hannibal, of course.Bev blinked a few times, still groggy. “I had a weird dream that was you and Hannibal,” she said, pointing at the screen. “One of those really bizarre detailed ones.”Will looked up. The girl on-screen was now obligingly offering her slender neck to Dracula. “This is because I told you he’s a Count, isn’t it,” she said, flatly.Bev crossed her arms. “You seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot,” she said. “And who the hell has a Count for a boyfriend?”There was a silence, then Will said, “I am not asking him. Stop trying to make me.”“Oh please,” Bev said. “Please please please. He’d look great in the costume. And then there’s the accent and everything. You could be one of Dracula’s brides.”“No!” Will shook her head. “No way. All because of your party. If you want to so bad, you ask him.”“Alright then,” Bev said. “I will.” Will heaved an exasperated sigh, crunched another Cheeto, then aimed the entire bag at Bev’s head.****[Note for new readers - Bev uses female pronouns for Will (who is genderfluid in this AU)]¸¸.•*¨*•♫Happy, Happy Quicksilver Halloween…love from @weconqueratdawn & @theseavoicesRead on AO3model ref from the wonderful Felix d’Eon on DeviantArt -- source link
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