Blood and Roses Ellen Rimbauer/Sukeena R 500 Words.

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OMG! I wrote implied femslash! Someone check for a rain of frogs or something!

And with this bit of fiction, I once again prove that I am weird.

Title: Blood and Roses
Author: Amejisuto
Pairing: Ellen Rimbauer/Sukeena from Stephen King’s Rose Red
Rating: R maybe?
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Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Hinting at rape, child abuse, and other nasty things, along with murder and madness.
Summary: Ellen Rimbauer’s first entry in her new diary after the death of her husband, John.
Notes: I have loved the TV mini-series Rose Red from the moment it premiered, and rushed to buy the book The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer. In the book, there are instances of Ellen taking comfort of arms of her maid/sister/best friend, the African woman named Sukeena. In the movie they don’t go into it all that much, but in the book, John Rimbauer did horrific things to his wife, and then forced his attentions on Sukeena. Ellen built the tower in the heart of the house with her own hands, and it was in that tower Sukeena lured him and then they shoved him out the window to his death.

So that’s what this is based on. Many thanks for the wonderful kitty_poker1 for the great beta help!




February 29, 1923

A new diary for the beginning of a new life. For it is a new life I am free to enjoy now, despite the fact that I mourn. At the funeral I cried real tears for John’s loss, but just three days have passed and I can’t help but feel as if a weight were lifted from my soul.

My soul. I can’t help but wonder if I still have it. Perhaps that was part of the bargain I made with Rose Red. My workers continue to build and Her foundations are painted in my blood and tears.

Adam and I have had many wonderful talks in the past three days. I cannot tell you how it gladdens my heart to know that the poison John spewed has not affected him. Still, I cannot allow him to stay, no matter how much sending him away tears at my heart. I cannot take the chance that Rose Red will become jealous of my affection for my son.

I do not know what I would do without Sukeena. Dear, wonderful, beautiful Sukeena. I thank whatever gods, be they for good or ill, for her every morning and night. Without her the past fourteen years with John would have been impossible for me to survive.

She has been a comfort to my wounded heart as my so-called husband unleashed his own appetites down at the dockyards at night. She has held me when I was lonely, and tended my wounds after John had gone on one of his rages.

I watched from the shadows as she seduced him. How could I not? Her mocha skin shone in the moonlight and she had left her hair unbound. She was so fetching she would have tempted an angel.

And I know for a fact that John was never an angel. And he couldn’t fly.

I had built the tower for my missing April. It was his fault my daughter was taken from me, it was the only way Rose Red could protect her. I could not have borne it if she had come to harm! I would rather have killed my own daughter than let her live with that type of horror. It is enough that I have had to live with it these long years.

It seemed fitting to lay the trap for the monster that was her Father there. John looked so shocked when I came out of hiding, I am afraid I laughed out loud, Dear Diary! As if he’s ever cared if I caught him with one of the servants before.

Enough of these morbid thoughts! I must leave the shadows of my past behind. For now, Sukeena waits for me. At the moment it is not unseemly to have my maid sleep with me in my grief.

Perhaps my next project will be to construct a passageway for our use. After all, if John could have rooms to spy on our guests and servants, why can’t I?