Dark Nights, Black Days

By diddly day

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Okay, This is an Henry/Eileen story. Oh shut up! I know you all want one. Enjoy!

Chapter one:

She was screaming again. It was a screech so blazing that he was sure the earth would rock and the ground would quake beneath them. Softy, he placed his hand on her stomach as she writhed and tangled herself in the bed sheets. As soon as she felt his burning skin against hers she stopped and trembled under his touch. Her cries subsided as salty hot tears prickled down her smooth cheeks.

"It's okay," he whispered in her ear. "It was just a dream. Everything's okay."

He rubbed his palm over her belly and she stirred next to him.

Opening her green eyes, she gazed at him in wonderment. Her brown hair fell into her eyes. Bringing up his hand that was resting on her body, he brushed her bangs away. As he did so, his fingers caromed her forehead which was slicked with cold sweat. He could feel her warm breath on his wrist coming out in short bursts. She shivered and nestled closer to him. He smiled at the heat their bodies were creating. She did not smile back.

"I'm cold," she sighed. Slowly, he slid his hand down to her neck. Letting them rest there for a moment, he traveled his fingers over her shoulders. Lighting grazing them down her arms and finally relaxing them on her back.

"I know." Her chest was pressed against his. Hearts beating as one, the light thud of her chest lulled his eyes closed.

"Henry?" he could feel the hot gust of her breath kiss his face. "I had another one."

He opened his eyes once more. The moon reflected the wet streaks on her tear stain face. She was wide awake now. The redness from her tears made her green eyes glow in the dark. Her long lashes wilting slightly and she pressed her soft pink lips together.

"What was it about?" She didn't have to tell him, he already knew, but she needed to talk about it. He let his hands lightly messuage her back as she sank closer to him.

"You were there," shutting her eyes as she tried to remember, her voice became wispy and eased. She inhaled and continued. "You were lying on your back in a dark pool of blood. And He stood over you."

She hid her face in his chest.

"Who's He?" Once again, he knew the answer.

"The man in the coat," her voice was muffled and she shuddered.

She didn't remember. She never remembered. Only in her dreams did those secret memories sneak out and dance inside her head. When it erupted in a slow tango of those mysterious images that she had once seen. But when she opened her eyes, did that world fade and this world gushed over the nightmare.

Henry crept his chin against her neck. Lightly kissing her there, he moved his lips to her ear.

"Eileen," he soughed. "It was just a dream."

He had lied once to the woman who lay six-feet-under in Ashfield cemetery. And he lied again to the woman who lay next to him.


"Please, would you just hold still?" asked the nurse who was irritably bandaging his right arm. Henry couldn't help it. It was just too hard to sit still. After all he had been through, after all he had seen. . .

"There." She took a step back and Henry pulled his shirt on again.

He peered at his room. Just remembering what had happened no more than a few hours before made his stomach turn. This hospital was a nightmare. Knowing that instead of terrible creatures and deathly ghosts, there were patients in all those rooms, Henry still found it hard to sit calm.

Why else was it hard to be calm? Maybe it's because this is where he'd met her. . .

Eileen. Henry didn't know what had happened to her. She had vanished when everything had started to crumble. Was she dead? Was she concealed in that dark room under his apartment? Was she somewhere still helping Walter with his 21 sacraments? He wasn't sure, but he had to know.

"Do you have a patient here named Eileen Galvin?" questioned Henry who was now staring at the nurse intently. The nurse's head sprang up in surprise, a grim scowl over took her haggard face.

"Did you know Miss Galvin?"

A snake wormed it's way into Henry's belly. She didn't ask 'do you know Miss Galvin?' but 'did you know?' Did. Henry couldn't control the mournful frown that was now tugging at the corners of his mouth. If she was dead, then it had all been for nothing. He gazed at the nurse and nodded.

"Yeah, I know her." He was eyeing her up and down, hoping that she would give him an answer. She suddenly smiled.

"She's here, you know. She's just one floor down." Henry's head sprang up and a look of pure excitement must've washed over his face because the nurse chuckled. He quickly hid his expression with a bored nod. " It's strange."

"What is?"

"Last night, she looked bad. She came in practically on her death bed. Blood soaked her clothes, and her face was so banged up that we were sure she wouldn't make it through the night. But this morning, Nurse Rachel told me that she looked great. All her cuts and bruises were gone, it's as if a ghost came and healed her while she slept." she turned to leave and waved at him.

"So, she's okay?" he shouted at her just before she left. She stopped and smiled at him.

"Yeah, she'll be ready to go home by the end of the day."

Henry slid off the bed and started to head off to her room. However, for some odd reason, he found himself looking out his window. A man on the corner caught his eye. He was selling cheap flowers to visitors who were coming in and out of the hospital. A little girl jumped happily up and down while the man knelt before her and handed her a single red rose.

Maybe he should make a quick stop before he went to visit Eileen.


She did look well. Much better than before. Her body no long slouched because of the pain, but was upright and relaxed. The sun flowed across the floor, giving the room a radiant glow. Her head moved when she heard the door to her room shut. A glint of excitement shined in her eyes as she saw Henry with his gift.

Flashing her a nervous smile, he carefully made his way over to her bed. It was hard to hide his timidness, as he usually hid it so well, but Eileen didn't seem to notice. She took the bouquet from him and returned the same anxious grin.

"Thanks," tilting her head, she inhaled the fresh scent of the flowers. Raising her eyes, she shrugged. "Awww," she whispered. Henry looked away for a moment, and then back at her again. " I guess I'll have to find a new place to live now, huh?"

The two just gazed at each other. He didn't know what to say to her. How could he? Suddenly, she lightly put the flowers next to her bed and reached out for him. Henry stared at her hand for an instant confused at her actions. She wasn't reaching out to hug him. Eileen was going to shake his hand.

"You're from next-door right? Henry Townshend?"

He froze. Searching her face, it was held with innocent bliss. Did she remember? Did she remember what they both went through? Together and apart? He finally grasped his hand with hers and she gave it a polite shake.

"Yeah." He wasn't aware that he didn't let go of her hand.

"I can't believe you came. You must be a really nice guy" She shook her head. "I don't think I can go back and live in that apartment. Not after being attacked by that strange man."

"Was that all you remember?" Henry inquired. She decisively, but lightly, pulled her hand away from his.

"Pretty much. Why?"

He didn't say anything. He just continued to gaze at her. She was completely pure and naive about her journey the night before. It wasn't an experience, it wasn't a memory, it wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't even a dream. It wasn't.

"Nothing." He looked down. Perhaps he should leave her. It wouldn't be the same around her. She'd never remember what happened. And he'd never tell her. He'd never say anything because he wished he could also forget.

"You don't talk much do you?" she was smiling again. "To be completely honest, you're the last person I would of expected to come and see me. But, I guess the entire apartment probably knows about what happened now," she paused. "Thank you."

He nodded at her again. Still greatly disappointed that she had forgotten everything they'd endured. There was nothing he could say or do to make conversation. And she would leave her apartment because of all the memories. Eileen suddenly inhaled and let out a suppressed laugh. Covering her eyes with on hand, she looked down at her lap.

"I'm sorry," she giggled. "I just feel like I've known you for a long time." She licked her lips and sighed. "It's weird. You probably think I'm an oddball or something."

Henry could feel a light flare of happiness go off inside of his chest. The nightmare was gone, but the bond the two had created was still there. The memories had faded, and now, possibly they could make new memories together.

"No," he replied. " I don't think it's weird."


She mumbled something into his neck. Her lips lightly tickling his skin. Sweeping her left hand over his body and resting it on his hip. The sun beamed into their room as the rays bounced off her wedding band. It was nice to see that every once in a while she could sleep peacefully without much disturbance or fuss.

It hadn't always been that way. No. There had been a time when Eileen could sleep the night away without so much as a moan. It wasn't until a year into their marriage that she started to have problems when sleeping. At first it had been small. So small that Henry didn't even notice it. Light tossing and turning, or the accessional gasp of horror. But then she began to mutter things in her sleep. Things that hit a little too close to home.


It had been quiet at first. Henry was sure he was hearing things. But later as time went on, he knew it couldn't be his ears playing tricks on him.

"He's coming in. No. . .help me."

At that point he would turn on his side and wake her up. He lied in the beginning. Telling her he awoke because he heard something moving outside. Or that he was snoring loud and that's why she'd woken up. Every once in a while when she had scared him with her mindless whispers, he would kiss her and tell her he "wanted" her for rest of the night. She never objected. And she never asked questions, which was a good thing. A very good thing.

Of course, he had dreams of his own. Sometimes he would be back in the subway. But he was always exhausted and couldn't run from whatever demon that was lurking behind him. There had been times when he had jolted himself awake with the image of Jasper aflame burned into his mind. Or the smell of Richards charred flesh still lingering in the room.

Then there was the other one. . .

Apparently he wasn't as quiet as he thought he was during his nightmares. Once, Eileen had asked him timidly about someone named "Cynthia." His dream had been of her. He was racing to help her. They would vanish into the red room by the subway. Only then, he would notice that she was gone. He would always murmur her name in fear that she had gotten herself killed.

And the next morning Eileen had sat edge of the bed. An expression of anxiety mixed with jealousy plastered on her beautiful face.

"Who's Cynthia?" she didn't sound angry. She didn't sound hurt. She sounded scared.

"Cynthia?" Henry almost kicked himself. His dream wasn't a dream of romance, but of horror and anguish.

"You were murmuring about a woman named Cynthia last night in your sleep." She avoided his eyes. "Henry, is there something I should know?"

He didn't know what to tell her. He could either tell her the truth; which might result for her to have a nervous breakdown, or have him sent to the looney house. But if he lied, she'd know and would think he was having an affair. Never, had he ever loved Cynthia, but it was still hard to remember her dying in his arms all those years ago. He took a deep breath and spoke.

"She was a friend of mine who died a long time ago." Eileen's eyes grew wide. She placed a soft hand over her mouth. Henry pretended he didn't notice and continued. "I was there when she died. I can't ever forget that."

"Were you dreaming of her death?"

He looked down and that was all she needed to know that Henry was telling her the truth.

"Oh Henry." She arose and crossed over to him. "Why didn't you tell me?" She enfolded him into her arms and held him gently. It had been one of the few time in his life that he had almost let himself cry.

How could I?How can I tell you without destroying your innocence? How can I tell you without ruining your happy memories of us?

"What are you thinking about?" Eileen's voice snapped him out of his daydream. She was awake now and staring at him intently.

"Nothing." He looked down and smiled at her gently.

"Nothing?" she didn't sound convinced. "I've always heard that still waters run deep. And you, Henry, are about as still as they come. It's hard to believe that nothing is going on inside of that head of yours." She placed her fingers to his temple and brushed a few stray hairs away from his eyes.

He laughed lightly and entwined his fingers with hers. She sat up and leaned over, placing her soft lips over his.

"I was thinking about you." He moved to slide off of the bed. Eileen sat up and placed her head on the backboard of their bed.

"Good things I hope."

"Very good things." Eileen laughed cheerfully as he got dressed. "What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about the time I introduced you to my friends," Eileen replied. Henry stopped buckling his belt and stared at her. He remembered too.


He had been nervous. Eileen had told him not to worry, to just be himself and he'd do fine. But Henry didn't like that idea. He always seemed to give off the impression that he was snobbish. That, of course, wasn't the case. He was just shy. It was hard for him to show his true side, even to Eileen. However, she was now beginning to get past his rough exterior.

The two of them walked down the sidewalk to the club her friends were meeting them at. The cool fall air was refreshing as groups of stranger going about their business passed them on the street. Merrily talking to each other about their day. Henry wasn't paying any attention. It was hard to even think he was so nervous. Would they like him? Would they think he was too poor to be with Eileen?

"Don't tell them we're together, okay?" Eileen stopped walking on the dark street and looked Henry straight in the eyes.

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I want to know if they like me for me. If they know I'm in love with you, they'll be judging me and seeing if I'm good enough for you." Eileen bit her lip and folded her arms across her chest.

"Okay. But if I catch one of my friends eyeing you up, I'm telling," she threatened.


"He's cute," Melissa whispered to Eileen as she watched Henry pay for the drinks. "How come I've never heard of him?"

"Well, we've only known each other for a few months now. He doesn't have many friends, so I invited him out with us tonight." She leaned forward and placed her cheek against her hand.

"Is he single?" Melissa asked excitedly. Eileen went rigid and looked down. Melissa noticed this and dropped her voice about five octaves. "What?" she asked knowing something was wrong. "You're not interested in him, are you?"

"No," Eileen lied and shook her head.

"I didn't think so."

"What? Why?" Eileen now looked slightly pissed and confused. Henry looked away and pretended to carefully observe his drink, not letting them know he could hear everything they were saying about him.

"Well," Melissa began. "No offense, but he's not really your type." Eileen shrugged and rolled her eyes casually, acting like she didn't care.

"So, what is my type?"

Melissa closed her eyes in annoyance and moved her head from side to side.

"I don't know! He's just so quiet. I've always pictured you with some macho party man. Henry's kinda sweet and sensitive. You don't have a thing for him right?" she asked again. Eileen then lied and said no. "Then is he single?"

"He's got a girl."

Melissa looked slightly disappointed.


It was only a few months later when Melissa found out that Henry's girl was, in fact, Eileen.


"That's what you were thinking about?" Henry asked now finishing with his clothes. Eileen nodded.


The two stayed silent and Henry knew it was time to bring up Eileen's nightmares.

"You sleep well? I mean, after the. . ."

"Yes." Her voice was flat. She hated talking about this. She avoided it every chance she could. But he always brought it up.

She stood up from the bed and gazed around the room. Looking at all the photographs that he had taken years ago, Henry knew she was thinking of something diabolical.

"Why don't we go away this weekend?" she suggested suddenly. Her voice inciting as she grabbed Henry's elbow.

"Where?" Henry's mouth grew dry as he knew what she was thinking of.

"Silent Hill," her answer was without much thought.

He inwardly groaned. But she loved Silent Hill. She had gone there a lot with her father when she was just a child. She even used to go camping out in the woods. The two had never taken a trip together. Henry stayed away from that town in fear that it might trigger her memories of what had happened to them both.

"What's wrong?" asked Eileen noticing the expression on Henry's face. "Please Henry," she begged. "We've never gone there, just the two of us. One weekend, that's all I ask."

She moved her body close to his and caught his rough lips with hers.

Henry could already feel that he had lost. She had a way about her. She could make him do whatever she wanted. An example was of last Halloween, when she had talked him into going to Ashfield's lame Haunted House.

It was stupid. There was no decent parking and the line grew so far out that it practically blocked traffic. Even worse, something wrong happened in one of the rooms of the Haunted House. Perhaps a kid had wet their pants or something. But it made them get stalled in a room with a bunch of scary-looking clowns. At first, they had tried to scare everyone else who was stuck in that room with them. Later, however, they grew bored and made chit-chat with Henry and Eileen about how they came here from Silent Hill because the minium wage there sucked and they wanted to get more bang for their buck.

It was not a pleasant experience. Even so, Eileen had made it up to him. He still shivered when he thought about how she had led him away into an unused room in the Haunted House. He could still taste her hot kisses that she gave him as she pressed him against the door. Henry could still hear the muffled base of the loud music that blasted from the speakers as his lips brushed her neck while he made love to her on the floor with a strobe light flickering behind him. The wails and chains of the house blending with their moans and gasps.

One of the best Haunted House's he had ever been to. Thanks to Eileen.

Kissing him now, he knew she'd get what she wanted.

"Okay," he said reluctantly. "Let's go to Silent Hill."

Eileen smiled at him once more and gave him a peck on the cheek. After all, what's the worse that could happen?

To be continued. . .

A/N: If you liked. Please leave a review. If you didn't. I won't continue. I love to write because I like to touch people and if you all find it cheesy or boring ( it will get scarier later on) I'll stop. cries I can take a hint.