the haunted airman

so, he falls off the bed and crawls toward's the doctor's room where he sees the doctor fondling with his lover. he inches the rusty bronze candle plate away quickly just as the doctor catches a glimpse of the light, and pulls himself up behind the peeling wall. the wooden floor boards creak. the doctor slips out to check and julia pull him back, 'its a noisy old house, darling' and they share a kiss. he can hear them, mucking around. julia sees him and she knows. there's a loud pain in his heart, she can hear it too, i dont know why but she's treating him like a child. he pulls himself towards her as the doctor turns his back, she signs for him to hide as she urges the doctor, teasingly, to go back in the room, she doesn't want the doctor to see him. the doctor relents. he probably thought to prep himself for some sex, in anycase, he leaves the scene. so, he pulls himself towards her, his eyes wide; she bends over and her big brown eyes say 'sympathy', she begs almost, 'you shouldn't be here'; stupid woman, where else is he supposed to be? getting eaten by the spiders? anyway he continues to pull himself towards her, she holds his face between her fair hairs and runs her fingers through his hair, he tries to kiss her, and she tells him 'no, no' she tells him to stop it yet makes no attempt to push him away, he pulls himself on top of her for she's on the floor now. he pins her down. she tells him to stop, to get off of her; he attempts to kiss her and she turns her head. he stalls. caresses her soft skin and tries again, she just wont relent. he is on top of her now, pressing his cold, hard body against her soft pale skin, on the floor, with the creaky old floorboards now silent beneath them. i don't think that makes him happy, he loves her so much, yet she wont.. and shes gone and done... his hand emerges from under him, he sweeps it out from her bosom and a bit of metal catches the candle light. he slides it to her right and she looks deep inside his hollow eyes, she cant see him- hes not there?; she didn't make a sound, not a whisper or a squeak. she is very calm. her mouth is dry, should have had a drink- bitch. she lay still, patience? nay. he goes in again for a kiss; his soft lips gentle against her pale, quivering jaw and again, on the edge of her red lip. as he rises, he draws a thin crimson line run down her ashen neck, down, down and down it rolls and collects so neatly in an elliptical pool. this too catches the light and seemingly illuminates the dark corridor. its not so nice and elliptical now, its thriving, and too quickly. this makes quite a mess. i can see a tear forming at the edge of her lid, this too runs, and parallel, might i add, to the red stain. it mixes in with a *plop*. she acknowledges but cannot find the strength to show it. he kisses her, and holds her tight; breathing in the soft scent of her auburn locks. the vein along his neck seems to tighten. he is ever so gentle, its almost as though he is worried she might break. her eyes are wide open, but they don't say a word; she looks so beautiful as her skin absorbs the colour of the moonlight through the french window above; he holds her tight. now the doctor is standing behind them, and he is blocking the moonlight that was painting the scene. he is looking down.