Inspired by the video for Apocalyptica's 'Bittersweet'. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAdDkFx0_6o

Bittersweet

Two guys, one girl...or was she? For there was something mesmerizing, intoxicating, impossible to resist about her for both brothers. They were enraptured, ensnared, enchanted.

Strangely for someone to become so much of an obsession, neither had ever got close to her. Glimpses from a distance, taunting, tantalizing, haunting. Neither brother could push her from their mind. They both became so besotted, so devoted, and yet they did not question how she could remain so distant.

She would ride a horse, a giant of a beast, dismount at the edge of a field and stand there staring at one brother or another, or both. She had to know the effect that she was having on them, and indeed, as much as her cool disposition would show, seemed to relish it.

Previously close, the brothers now viewed each other as rivals. Both wanted her with a passion neither could comprehend. It was almost as though she had possessed their minds, their bodies, their every waking and sleeping moment. Over time her hold grew stronger and stronger until maddened with desire, they gave chase.

Did she not know the area? She had always seemed familiar with it but when they set off in pursuit, both determined to win her for their own, they watched in horror as horse and rider vanished over the cliff.

It was a high cliff, steep and rocky underneath. They should have looked, but neither could bear the thought of seeing her crushed and broken. When later no trace of her body or that of the horse could be found it was decided that the sea had carried them away to deeper water or distant shores.

The two brothers mourned. They mourned for a love that never was, for a destiny that had not been, and now never would be, fulfilled. Everywhere they looked they would see her, even though they had both witnessed her demise. No name had ever been exchanged yet by some strange coincidence both gave her the same name, Bittersweet. Bitter, for the pain, the loss, the never to be fulfilled longing; sweet for her beauty, her allure, the captivation of them in mind and body.

She might be dead, but she was not lost. No, there was a way for them to communicate with the dead. A large table it was on which they set up their ouija boards; one sat at either end. Both beseeched her, begged her, to talk to them and the planchettes moved, not frantically but steadily. She was there and she would come to them, or so she promised.

The brothers kept the window open, the one that opened their minds, and as much as she had possessed them, they became possessed by someone, something, other. Their eyes, so full of passion, of longing, became a shiny black as the demons stepped in and took over.

If they had ever got close enough to her, they would have seen those eyes of hers, just like theirs were now. Not living eyes, or certainly not human ones. She was there forever inside their heads, instructing them in where to go, what to do; just as she was out there entrapping and enchanting more willing victims to her cause.


Submitted: March 25, 2019

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Jeff Bezaire

Bittersweet, indeed! A fantastic twist at the end, the mysterious maiden a demon in disguise. The song played in the back of my mind while I read the story; it works to great effect!

Mon, March 25th, 2019 7:07pm

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Thanks so much, Jeff. As soon as I saw the video I knew I'd write something inspired by it.

Mon, March 25th, 2019 12:18pm

Sue Harris

Fantastic story of entrapment, Hully... they never stood a chance. As always, so well written and riveting.

Mon, March 25th, 2019 8:05pm

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Thank you, Sue. This was very much inspired by the music video.

Mon, March 25th, 2019 1:33pm

D. Thurmond / JEF

Well done! The end is perfect and the story flows like a well oiled machine.

Mon, March 25th, 2019 8:21pm

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Thanks so much for that, JE!

Mon, March 25th, 2019 1:35pm

Vance Currie

Yep. I know what it is like to have a woman inside your head, telling you where to go and what to do. But I loved my wife anyway. In case you are wondering, Hully, I really did enjoy this story, despite my weak attempt at humour that your final paragraph inspired.

Mon, March 25th, 2019 8:44pm

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Thank you, Joe. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Mon, March 25th, 2019 2:16pm

Mike S.

Excellent 'own-minder,' Hull!

Mon, March 25th, 2019 9:24pm

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Thanks, Mike!

Mon, March 25th, 2019 2:31pm

Donald Harry Roberts

This has all the ingredients for very intriguing psychological mystery horror serial. Well done Hully

Mon, March 25th, 2019 10:14pm

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Thanks, DH!

Tue, March 26th, 2019 10:41am

moa rider

That which is out of reach Mama Hullabaloo, so often doesn't meet expectations. Usianguke

Tue, March 26th, 2019 3:42am

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Thanks so much for giving this a read, Moa.

Tue, March 26th, 2019 10:42am

jaylisbeth

Excellent work, Hully!

Sat, March 30th, 2019 3:32am

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Thanks for giving it a read, jaylisbeth.

Sat, March 30th, 2019 6:40am

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