Possessive

Extreme Themes in this Chapter. Smut and pain play ahead.

Saphira stepped onto the wooden floorboard as she reached the top of the stairs. Springtrap waited for her while his silver pupils watch her. She could see they were flashing between white and purple at this time, and it made her a little nervous, and excited at the same time. He closed the door behind her and pulled the bookcase across the door, so Amelia couldn't get out even if she were to wake up. And it would also keep the girl safer too while she and Springtrap were elsewhere in the house.

Saphira rubbed her nose with the back of her hand and looked at her hand to see the blood streaks on her skin. She didn't like that she had a nosebleed and was somehow coughing up blood. But she knew it wasn't her fault. It was Cassidy who inflicted this upon her, and she wished she could figure out a way to stop her. She may not be able to hurt the angry spirit, but Saphira did know that she could try and figure out something or learn from Springtrap how to protect herself from Cassidy better. Though he may not be able to help, since Saphira was alive, and Springtrap was not.

Springtrap walked over to the stairs and looked up them for a moment and looked back at Saphira. "Come. We shall proceed upstairs." Saphira nodded as she shivered as wind blew through the broken windows while Springtrap proceeded up the stairs. Saphira heard the creaking of the boards from each step Springtrap took and she followed him. She glanced at the door briefly. "Do not worry, darling. The weather will keep humans inside, unless they want to risk freezing to death. At least, you will not if you ever have to go out into it, darling. The remnant will ensure it."

Saphira smiled as that was a good thing. But it didn't stop her from getting cold, so she would prefer to avoid it. "At least you can't feel anymore."

Springtrap huffed lightly. "This is true. However, I could still find myself having a hard time moving with moisture freezing between my joints. That is the only thing that winter would do to me, darling. But someone would have to throw water on me to do that. I sometimes hunt in this weather. It is a lot of fun." Saphira could see that as a lot of fun too. And she knew if anyone saw Springtrap standing out in the snow, with his silver pupils shining through the darkness, they would be terrified. "Maybe tomorrow we may get ourselves someone for remnant. But I am not sure now that Cassidy has attacked you. That bitch will pay!"

"How?" Springtrap glanced over his shoulder at Saphira's small response. "How? I wish I could help."

"I am afraid you can't. Cassidy is a spirit, darling. You are not. But she can overpower me too, if she gets me by surprise." Saphira would hate to see that, even though she didn't know if that was what Cassidy would do. "It does not appear that it is her goal this time. I think you need more remnant to help build a better mental barrier." Saphira nodded in agreement. "But not yet, darling. We are not home right now, so I can't give you any." Springtrap reached the top of the stairs, looking down at the floor where carpet has been torn in places over the floor. There was evidence many people have come through here before, but Springtrap was not concerned. He walked over to one of the rooms and pushing the door open with his hand, looking back at Saphira as she reached the top. "Come. We are already wasting time, darling..." Saphira watched him pull out a knife from under his wrist covering and she shuddered. "And I am starting to get impatient. There is an ensuite in this room. Go to the shower. Now!"

Saphira flinched at the anger in his voice as she ran around him and entered the bedroom. She already knew it used to be the master bedroom, given the broken, king sized bed that was in the room. There was no mattress on it, and the wooden frame was splintered. She ignored it though as she ran into the white and grey marble bathroom, and looked at the large shower. She shivered as the tiles were cold on her feet, and she walked over to the glass shower to open it and step inside. She took deep breaths as she wanted to wash her face and hands, though she turned as she heard Springtrap walking into the bathroom slowly.