Trust Me

“You're a tough little tadpole to love

Naughty lilies and lures

Oh, I was knocked to the floor

Never tasted as sweet

A poison as you have

You're an urge that can never be cured”





           The Music Meister smirked as he sang quietly. This would be too easy.



           He led poor, innocent, unnoticing Salem onto the stage of the abandoned opera house with the utmost delicacy. There, Taylor and Sami were waiting patiently, their pupils dilated with blank expressions, except for the slight hint of a smirk gracing their lips.

           They had matching outfits on; that of a traditional ‘Painted Doll’, with even the face paint seeming to be cracked and peeling off.



           He led her up to the middle of the stage, where a large spinning wheel was waiting. He gently lifted her up by her petite hips and placed her on the pedestal in front of the wheel. He hummed as Taylor and Sami held her legs while he strapped her wrists to the wheel.

“You're a bad little love

And I'm yours”

           Meister put emphasis on the word “yours” as he quickly yanked the buckle into place,  moving to her ankles.

“So trust me, trust me

Darling dear

I'm so sincere

There's no need to tear

Trust me, trust me

Honey, do

Just like I trust you”



The red-haired villain continued, standing up to admire his handiwork.



“Babe, you're a hard game to catch

You fight and refuse

Oh, you're a wild little brute

Never tasted as sweet

A poison as you have

You know you never can hide



You're a bad little love

And you're mine”

He grinned a gap-toothed grin and dismissed Taylor and Sami.



           “Eric, are you sure you know vhat you’re doing? How do I know you von’t stab me?” Salem asked timidly.

           “’Cause, my act would be dead without you.” He replied with a wink, walking back a little more to a small table where several knives varying in size lay.

“So trust me, trust me

Darling dear

I'm so sincere

There's no need to tear

Trust me, trust me

Darling, do . . .

Just like I trust you”



           The supposedly resigned villain picked up the smallest knife; a simple fruit knife, the handle was even bigger than the blade [though not by much].



“So don't cry, crybaby

All dressed in green

How many kisses do you need?”

           He turned the blade over fondly, before suddenly pegging it at the wheel. It stuck near the bottom, next to Salem’s ankle. She squeaked in surprise.



He picked up two more blades, become larger in size as he goes down the table.

“One for your tummy!”

The blade struck the wheel right next to Salem’s side. A yelp.

“One for your cheek!”

Another, an inch from her paling face as she let out a silent scream.

“E-Eric, don’t you zhink you’re getting a bit risky? Vhat if your hand slips?” Salem asked hastily through erratic breaths.

He ignored her as he picked up a rather large blade, looking similar to a machete.

"One for the devil, inside

He lifted the blade

of

Aimed

Me!

Salem woke up screaming, darting up and swinging her coffin open. She clutched her chest, then relaxed when she felt no wound.

"Sal... what's wrong?" Eric walked in groggily, rubbing his emerald eyes. "Heard ya screaming, you alright?"

Salem scampered out of her coffin and into his arms, breaking out and sobbing, near to tears.

"E-Eric, you vould never try to actually hurt me, right?"

The redhead stared wide-eyed down at his vampire, before realising she'd had a nightmare and hugged her tightly, protectively. "Of course not, Salem."

She sniffled and buried her face into the crook of his neck.

"G-Gud..."