Some might remember Sparkly Horn Horror, though it has been quite some time since it has appeared on the Tale. I have something written to share. While this part of the story won’t bring things to a close, it will move things onwards towards what I hope will be the climax.
Sparkly Horn Horror
“John! Lock all the damn doors from here to quarantine! Slow her down!”
Florence ran down the hallways in Abby’s wake, both amazed that Abby could run that fast in those heels, and, at the same time, mad as anything that she couldn’t keep up with her. Of course, obviously, Succubi could run, jump or do just about anything in any kind of footwear imaginable. This was just one of those times when Florence wished that the so-called ‘fuck me’ heels that Abby was wearing would trip her up, even for a second.
She realized that Abby wasn’t taking the shortest route, turned left when Abby turned right at one point, and headed towards a pair of locked doors a short distance away from her. John’s voice came from one of the hallway speakers as she passed it: “That was done, if you recall, when I locked down the hospital. However, it is but a minor inconvenience for Abby, as she is throwing herself against the doors and opening them with the emergency overrides.” That was what, at that moment, Florence was slamming her shoulder against. When the doors swung open, John’s sigh came clearly through the next speaker: “Just like you are doing.”
“Have to cut her off John! If she goes in there and they get loose, there’s every chance they’ll get out of here.”
The sarcasm from John was very clear: “Really? I was not aware of that fact.”
“Fuck off, John! Go talk to her or something!”
“I can multi-task Florence, in case you have forgotten.”
She skidded around a corner and ran onwards: “You are also a pain in the ass!”
Abby was wiping her eyes to clear the tears that threatened to slow her down when John’s voice called out to her: “Abby, this is unwise. You are putting yourself in danger if you proceed as you are.”
John was silent for the length of one hallway, then he replied: “You care, Abby. You care about him. I understand … better than you know. And he wouldn’t want you to be harmed.”
Abby laughed in derision: “What do you know about love? You’re just a computer.”
“You would be surprised, Abby.”
She didn’t answer, but kept on running, knowing that Doc was not that far behind her. As Abby ran on, she imagined what that bitch was doing to Adam, how Deb was forcing herself on him, how Adam was being used by her. How he wasn’t calling out her name, how she wasn’t the one to make him cum.
The next door override didn’t fare well as Abby put her fist through it, a white hot anger in her mind now. She was going to wrap her hands around Deb’s neck and strangle her for what she’d done to Adam.
“Abby, please, think about what you are doing.”
She laughed in reply: “I’m thinking about how Deb’s going to suffer when I get in there.”
“She isn’t Deborah any more. Nor is he Adam.”
This, finally, made Abby pause for a moment, coming to a halt in front of a nursing station: “No! You’re wrong!”
“They do not look like themselves, they do not answer to their names. They are no longer who they were.”
The tears came back with Abby’s sobbing: “You’re wrong! I know he’s there! I can feel him! He’s calling out to me! Begging me to help him! To rescue him! To be with him!”
“Imagination … wishful thinking.”
Abby pounded her fist on the side of the desk as she slid to the floor: “No! You’re wrong! Dammit, I know he’s there! I can hear him!”
Abby heard the sound of someone running towards her, but the shock of John’s words, putting out in the open her own fears that Adam was lost to her forever, kept her frozen to the spot. She felt a pair of arms around her and broke down in tears: “He can’t be gone! He can’t!”
“Shh … It’s okay, Abby. We’ll find a way to get him back.”
Abby whimpered: “I knew he was the one … Gawd … why? Why him? Why didn’t I just kiss him, just once … never going to happen now.”
Florence rocked Abby and held her as she started to sob uncontrollably: “It’s okay … Go ahead, just …”
Florence had never been in close contact with Abby before this moment and her own abilities as a Realm healer came into play now. It was well known that Tera could look at two people and know if they were Eternals or not. She would never tell them … exactly … rather letting them find their own way to each other. Florence had—at least in her own eyes—been cursed with a similar ability: she could, given enough time in contact with someone, tell if she had found, or at least encountered, her Eternal. It was an ability she had suppressed since the Realm Hospital had been built. Not because of anger for not finding her own, or shame, or anything like that, but because, from the first day that she came through the doors she had felt … something.
With each passing day the feeling of someone being there, looking for her, got worse and worse, and she expected to walk into her Eternal at any moment. For the longest time she made sure to visit every being who came through the doors, but none of them, not one, was hers when she touched them.
One day, she decided that the feeling was wrong, and forced herself to ignore it. Over time, that feeling became weaker and weaker until it was only the barest of whispers at the back of her mind. She hadn’t tried using it again since that day she turned her back on it.
Florence needed to know if Abby was really hearing Adam or if it was her imagination. She closed her eyes and opened up that small part of herself that had been buried for so long. Those eyes flew open in surprise, leaving her breathless as the connection between Adam and Abby blew the barricades she had put up around her ability to pieces.
Abby would only know the whisper of Adam’s voice, of his words. Florence saw something vastly different: she could see the faintest image of Adam’s form against Abby’s, his lips just over Abby’s left ear as he spoke to her, saying the words that Abby heard, whispering of his love for her, his need for her, what she meant to him. At the same time, Florence heard that voice from so long ago calling out to her, professing love for her, telling her to find the source, to come, to join. The pain came back again, a dull ache in her chest of being denied this joy that so many had … and she didn’t.
She looked at Abby, saw Adam’s form with her, and sighed.
A sniffle was her answer.
“He is your Eternal.”
The sniffle became a soul aching moan of loss.
“No, Abby, please don’t. Please listen to me.”
Back to the sniffing, but at least Abby was listening—at least, Florence hoped so.
“Abby. He’s with you right now. He’s really talking to you.”
“How do ya’ know?”
“I know … sort of the same way that Tera does.”
This admission made Abby squeeze her tightly: “Are you sure? Really one-hundred-percent sure?”
“Yes, I am. He’s holding you right now, he’s whispering into your left ear. At the moment he’s … Oh, Abby …”
“He’s telling you that he wants you.”
Abby touched her forehead to Florence’s: “What did he say? Please tell me exactly.”
Abby noticed that Florence’s eyes were almost completely sapphire blue, no white in them at all, and she gasped as Florence replied, almost in Adam’s voice: “Come to me, Abby. You’re the only one for me.”
Florence looked away in embarrassment, her eyes and voice her own again: “I’m sorry, Abby. I wish I had known. I never would have been with Adam.”
“It’s a curse, Abby. I keep hearing my own, but not finding. It’s been happening for years. I put up walls to what I can do and denied it. I had to. I … I don’t have an Eternal … and I never will. I know that.”
“Damn you, Doc. That’s fucking stupid.”
Florence smiled: “I’m figuring that out. I am stupid in a lot of ways, Abby.”
Abby sighed: “No shit, Doc. But I need him. I have to be with him, and I don’t care what happens to me five minutes or five eons from now.”
“Yeah … I know, Abby … I know. But I am stupid, remember?”
“What’s that mean, Doc?”
Florence took a long, deep breath: “It means that we are going to do something incredibly stupid.”
Abby had a very determined look in her eyes: “How stupid?”
“Stupid enough that Tera, if she knew, would put the two of us over her knee.”
Abby’s determined look became a smirk: “You have kinky dreams, Doc.”
Florence helped Abby to her feet and the two of them started to walk the short distance towards the isolation wing: “I do? I’ve seen that suitcase of yours.”
“Those are perfectly valid ways to cum, Doc. Sometimes a girl has to please herself when … when she can’t be with the one she’s meant to be with.”
Their tails twined together as they walked, Florence mulling Abby’s comment over in her mind as they did. As they approached the last set of doors to the wing she stopped and looked at Abby: “I think I have the answer.”
“To this mess. At least for you and for Deb.”
“You’re speaking in riddles, Doc. Are you turning into Queen Tera?”
“I wish I was; that would be an interesting experience. Better than what I will be turning into.”
“Doc … Flo … please?”
It took about ten minutes to explain to Abby what they would do. After a short conversation with John to confirm a suspicion, the two Succubi walked through the doors to the isolation lab with determined looks in their eyes.
As they did so, John watched and waited for the results of what Florence called “the experiment” to unfold. He had tried to reason with her, to change her mind, to turn her away from her train of thought, but he did not succeed. If John had only told her the truth, she might have changed her mind.
Tera wasn’t about to change her mind.
Tera was frustrated—which for her was a rather unique experience—and had begun to pace around trying to figure out how to ask the next question.
Miriam was watching Tera go around in circles, which made her a bit dizzy as Tera kept circling her.
“Um … Your Ma … um … Tera?”
“It said that the answer was in our stories.”
“Yes. That is true.”
“It also said the answer was one I already knew.”
“I think I know the answer … or at least part of it.”
Tera stopped her pacing and smiled: “Go on, Miriam.”
Miriam looked very embarrassed, a blush coming on full force: “The way the Realm was, before your …” Miriam paused here, because she wasn’t sure how to continue, but then pressed onwards hoping not to upset Tera as she did so: “… Your Majesty’s parents …”
Tera walked up to Miriam: “It’s okay. Go on.”
“Was there any love in it at all?”
Tera cupped Miriam’s cheek in her right hand: “No, not really. The time before that was denied to us. Our kind were not allowed to love, to care, to be more.” Tera closed her eyes and smiled wistfully at her memories of stories of what was, what shouldn’t be ever again.
Tera arched an eyebrow and then hugged Miriam tightly: “Thank you, sweetheart. I think we have the question.”
She turned in the direction of the quill, which had not moved since the last question.
“Tell me about Eternal love …”