What's Hidden Beneath..

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I smiled in gratitude and slowly moved towards the dock.
"I dont think I can climb out, I will walk out.." I didn't think I cuold unnumb myself enough to climb out of this water. I slowly walked up towards the shore, my eyes watching infront of me as I carefully felt along the bottom for safe places to step.
Jumping, I shriek loudly as something swam under my foot. Jumping out of the water, I landed on the dock on my ass. Hard enough to jar my teeth I sat there and yanked my feet out of the water.
"Oh that was slimy!" Shivering from the feeling of that, I blushed again as I felt Drake's eyes on me. I was such a moron sometimes!
Standing up, I reached out and took the towel. "Thank you for the lovely lunch and I did have fun swimming. well not alot of fun but it was." I smiled and giggled, "I am from the south, it's just a little colder up here than I am used to is all.. Given some time I bet I could get used to it easy enough.." I fell silent, turning and wrapping my towel around my body. I had noticed my nipples poking out and very visable under the bra. Blushing bright red, I hoped he hadn't noticed that. Lord knows what he would think of me parading around him like I was?
Well, he did say americans were strange or something to that effect with needing a swimming suit, so surely it was not big deal. I was just being silly, worrying always what someone thought of me. Biting back that stupid blushing feeling I moved towards the table and my clothes.
"I think I need to dry before getting dressed.. Perhaps you could tell me a little about yourself Drake?" I turned to face him and sat in the chair. His eyes kept piercing me with the steady constant gaze. I felt like he could see inside my soul if he looked at me long enough, subconsciously I rubbed my hands up and down my arms and tried to hold his look for as long as possible before looking away again.

 

[poohlive]

Drake sat down, ruffling the towel through his hair. He was mostly dry, except for his clothes, which still dripped from time to time.
"About me... About me. Well, there's so much to tell. I don't think you want the whole history though."
He gave her a quaint little smile, nodding in her direction before continuing.
"Let's see. I grew up in a little boys school. Most wealthy children go to this exclusive boarding school. It's wonderful, even down to the ancient houses. I loved it there, and every sumer I'd come back here, and would spend the holiday with my mum and pop."
He smiled, as if a warm memory came back to him.
"We'd go everywhere. The America's, France, Asia, Australia. Each year it was different. I had such fun."
He moved over to the shed, stepping inside. There, he quickly changed into something a little more dry.
"My parents died, when I was in my teens. After that I dropped out of school, and stayed here. I've pretty much been a recluse ever since. I haven't done much, given a portion of the money I inherited to charity. I would go out from time to time, go dancing, to certain events. Mostly I've just stayed to myself."
He shrugged his shoulders, "I know that wouldn't be reaosnable to anyone else. Someone might think that weird or irrational, but I rather enjoy it. I come out here daily, and talk to my parents. I'm not crazy or anything, I simply talk out to the lake, and I know they are listening, wherever they are."
Moving back to his seat, he drank the last of the wine, and set the glass down before her.
"You wouldn't happen to have a life story, would you?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"Nothing as fascinating as your life I'm sure.." I smiled and sipped the wine once more, I was almost dry again.
"I was born on an Army base in France. My dad and mom constantly moved around bases until finally settling in a tiny little town in Oklahoma. I have two younger sisters and one younger brother. All are in Oklahoma with my folks. I ventured out and got away from that dead end town as soon as possible. I didn't want riches though, just adventure. So I started restoring books and directing theater." I fell silent and smiled, "There isn't much to me is there? Parents are farmers, siblings are either in college or high school... And I am just a librarian." Shrugging, I smiled and held his gaze a little longer.
Rising, I reached for my pants and slipped them on, "I understand talking to your parents here, this is almost heaven isnt it?" I fell silent and watched him out of the corner of my eye while I pulled on my socks and shoes.

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah, you could say that," he stood up, walking a short distance on the dock. The wet boards under his feet gave a surreal feeling, one of almost seclusion.
"That's why I stay up here, the beauty. There are so many things up here, all of it dazzling. The only thing I'm missing is a companion, someone to share it with. I've been alone for so long, I've grown accustomed to it, but I don't want to live my life alone."
He turned back to her. His eyes, soft and gentle, pleading with something deep inside her.
"You ever know that feeling that someone is out there for you? Someone to spend your life with, your soul mate? I have known, I've known all my life, and I want her back so bad."
He said this at an almost whisper. His hands fidgeting slightly in front of him. It had gotten too cold out here all of a sudden.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I stilled as I listened to his heart felt sincere words of love for someone. I felt my heart stir, with awe and jealousy then pain.
"Yes.." I cleared my throat, choked up a little from his words.
"Yes, I believe that somewhere out there is someone for everyone. Two people destined to be..But I am a romantic in nature or something.." I fell silent again, I had to look away from him and his face. Those expressive eyes. It was still a little hard to understand one extreme to the other with him. What could I say or do now to just go home and forget being here?
Nothing, He had changed from that monster to someone sane and lonely.
I smiled, trying to cheer him up a little with something positive to say, "Perhaps she's not as far as you think.. You could meet her tomorrow just walking down the road or something.." I sipped my wine to occupy my wandering lips. I did not want to think about love, it was for movies anyways.
"Umm, Should we head back soon? It is getting towards evening.." I wanted to be well inside that castle when the sun set.

 

[poohlive]

His hand came up, scratching his hair nervously as he looked to the sky. It was only noon. The sun hung right above their heads. He didn't quite understand it at all.
"Are you..." he glanced down at his feet, "Are you feeling ok?"
No... no. Drake could feel it. The entity was leaving, it was slowly disappearing from him. It's hold used to be so strong, but now it was fading away.
No, he didn't have her yet. He needed her.
"You know what," he said, rather fastly, "I think you're right, we should get going."
He grabbed the horses from aside the lake, and handed the reigns carefully over to her. His hand was shaking again. Mounting the horse as fast as he could, Drake gave an almost sorrow look back at her.
He had been so close... so close.
Tomorrow, it would have to continue tomorrow.
"I just remembered, I needed to do some errands in town. You know the way back, just follow the trail. I hope we had a pleasent time."
Kicking the horse in it's side, he nearly charged away. He would have to search the book to find a more permanent spell. This just wouldn't work.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

His sudden change of mannerisms and the shakeyness in his voice threw me off for a moment. What was going on with him? Alcohol withdrawls?
"Alright Drake. I will see you tonight at dinner then. And yes thank you again, I had a wonderful time..." He wouldn't meet my gaze again and he charged out of there like a demon was on his ass?
"Strange.." very strange indeed. Why was he acting this way? I had to do some research on this weird personality alterations he went through.
Climbing back on the horse I rode back to the stables and handed then reins over to a stable hand.
"See that she gets an apple or some kind of treat please?"
"Alright Ma'am.." He turned and led the horse away. Drake's horse was gone, but he did say he had errands in town to run. Slowly I walked back inside, not really wanting to let the wonderful day end this way. Not much I could do about it now though, he was gone.
I hoped silently I hadn't offended him with my urge to leave those woods before nightfall? That place freaked me out badly.
Sighing again I entered the library and glanced up at that old book. He has said anything in there, so why not?
Pulling the ladder over, I slowly climbed up until I could reach it.
Taking it in my hands, I climbed down and walked down the metal staircase to the desk.
Sitting down I opened the book up and began to glance through it. The book itself was old, very old and worn. Opening it up, I looked at the first page. It had a hand drawn picture there of a rabbid looking wolf with glowing eyes. Everything was done in charcol I would guess but the eyes were colored in with pencil, yellow pencil. Shivering a little, I flipped the page to the next drawing. This one was of a woman lounging across some couch or something, naked. Her face a look of ecstasy on it. Again drawn in charcol. It was a beautiful picture, very very tallented artist. Nothing was signed and the book had no name or date to it. Smiling, I liked this one so far, I glanced through to the next page. This one depicted a lone rider in the night, sitting on his horse and arms outstretched to the moon. Only his siloete showing, so the mood was uncertain there.
I closed the book and carried it with me to my room, It was time to change for dinner and see if Drake was back to being Mr Hyde again.
Smiling at the likeness to that story he was, I dressed in tight jeans and a tshirt. This was what I wanted to wear tonight, Nothing so fancy for once. Hopefully no one would mind?
I entered the dining room and seen no one but I could smell dinner. Walking over to the window I glanced outside, waiting for the butler or Drake to appear.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"Madam?" I jumped a little when the butler spoke up, turning from the window I looked at him expectantly for some news.
"My Lord won't be joining you tonight. I am afraid urgent business came up and he had to go. But do enjoy your meal.." He waved to the table and I turned a bit further. A nice single setting was set apon the wooden top, waiting for me.
"Thank you." He bowed ever so slightly and left me to my reverie. A faint sad smile appeared in the reflection as I turned to face the window once more. I was looking forward to a little more time in his company, listening to his easy bantering and smiling at his easy going nature. He was a devilish mix but highly entertaining.
"All well.." I sighed and looked again at my food. It just did not appeal to me tonight, perhaps I had eaten enough at the lake?
Walking to the table, my fingertips trailing along the shiney surface as I made my way towards the white wine. Picking up my glass, I took a rather big sip and set it down.
I hated these lonely feelings, kind of like a depression, but wasn't. It was never much fun to be me, or be with me for that matter. Always serious and always working or reading. I had my first real conversation with someone today, first one in years. It didnt involve work, and was interesting as well.
I poured some more wine and took the glass with me as I left the dining room. Perhaps I could find entertainment alone tonight, it shouldn't be a hard thing to do. What I would give for a television about now, but so far I hadn't seen one anywhere in the castle.
Perhaps they were hidden in cabinets or something? Who knew.
Strolling slowly along the hallways, I spotted a set of doors opposit of the library.
"Curiousity kills the cat Christy..." Smiling, I was again talking to myself. I walked over to the doors and pushed them both open. Inside was a ballroom. Not as grand as in royalty houses, but pretty damned nice in my mind.
I walked inside and hit the light switch. An overhead chandeliere came on in the center of the room. It was a little musty inside, this place hadn't been used in awhile but maintained somewhat.
I spotted a black piano in the corner and hurried over to it.
I hoped it was still tuned properly, I wasn't a pro, but I could play a few love songs.
I sat down, setting my wine on the stool beside me and lifted the cover off. Smiling, I ran my fingers over the ivory bars, testing their sound.
"Perfect!" I smiled and closed my eyes, hands poised over the keyboard as I cleared my head of things. Alright, lets give this a try..
The first keys went down and sounded horrible! My eyes popped open and looked down. My brow quirked a little and then I laughed, "Wrong keys.." Shaking my head, I cracked my knuckled and repositioned my fingers.
This time when I started it sounded very clear and right on key. Slowly i moved over the song, A simple love song that desperately needed a few drums, guitar and a singer to do it justice.

 

[poohlive]

Drake lay on the bed, his eyes glazed over looking at the tapestry of the woman. His mouth was partly open, and a trickle of drool ran down it and onto the sheets. He had been racking his brain for hours, and still nothing. There was no way to enhance the spell. It couldn't be altered without letting thee ntity leave his body.
He didn't want that, not anymore. That weakness he had felt all his life was slowly receding away, and he didn't want it back. He wanted the strength, the vigor, everything that belonged to him, everything that he should have enherited from his bloodline.
Where genetics failed, damnation would suceed.
The whisper came to him, nearly bolting him from his position. He sat straight up, looking left and then right.
".... the night."
"What?" He ganced to the closed door, but knew the voice didn't come from there. It was too close, somewhere in the room. IF he didn't know any better, it was as if someone had whispered to him.
".... into the night."
"Who... who's there?"
At the endtable was a small dagger, he lunged for it, glancing back into the empty room. Under the bed? Behind the curtains? Somewhere in here, somewhere.
And then he knew it. It was like something had snapped in his brain, a light turning on. He was scared, looking to slice someone in his room, and then he paused, and listened carefully.
The thing inside him was talking. It was whispering actually, and he had to keep quiet to hear it.
After a moment, he nodded. That was how he could change things. He would get some outside help, something that could not only change her, but satisfy his own problems as well.
Sticking the knife in his belt, Drake walked out the door.
He had someone to meet.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I had slipped back into the dining room and taken three more glasses of wine by the end of the night. Worn out and a little tipsy, I staggered my way up the stairs and into my borrowed bedroom.
The butler, I forgot his name, but he came in and helped me to light a fire and lock up the windows for the night. I figured he was mothering me, but to anyone else he was simply trying to get the drunk ninny into bed and out of his hair.
Twice Christy had almost tipped over a vase of the Masters and twice he had to catch them before they broke and everything went up in flames with the master's tendancy to blow up.
He sighed and lit the fire for her, turning he wished her a pleasant night and left.
I turned to his retreating figure and shouted out "Sure will! Nite!" I paused for a moment, why was my voice echoing in the room? Hell this place was empty or something for my words to carry so far.
Shrugging, I slid off of the bed and stripped down to nothing and crawled back into the bed. Closing my eyes, I hiccuped and giggled a moment, why it was funny I didn't really know at the moment nor care.
I closed my eyes and slowly fell into a half conscious state of mind.

 

[poohlive]

Drake dropped to his knees in front of the woods. Sticks and rocks jabbed into his legs, but the pain was blurred. Inside him, taking over, was a pleasure he had wanted ever since the beginning. That overwhelming excitement and pent up fear to send shivers down his spine.
"Come to me," he whispered into the dead of night, taking the small dagger from out of it's spot and holding it firmly in one hand. It was shaking slightly.
"Come to me, great one. Take solice in my pain, grant me the wish of the elders."
With lightening quick relfexes he raised up the knife, and plunged it deep into his other hand. He screamed, as it sunk deep, grinding against bone and tearing through the flesh. Blood poured to the ground, dripping with a sickening speed that even he could barely stand.
He held it, the knife now on the ground, forgotten, trying to keep the pain from getting to him. He had no idea how much it would hurt. Searing pain throbbing at him. His other hand closed around the wound, trying to squeeze the pain away.
Suddenly, there was another presence there. He looked up from his wounded hand, to see a black figure present. It's yellow eyes looked into his own. A wild and feral animal, looking at him, as if communicating with him.
Slowly, it lowered it's head, sniffing the wound. It's huge dog-like tongue came out, licking it. Drake was so shocked and surprise, he simply let the animal lick him.
The pain stopped.
At first he thought it had finally dulled. Perhaps maybe the animal's saliva had helped to ease the pain, but as the thing moved away, he could see what was going on. The knife's wound was completely gone.
All that he held in his hand were a few drops of his blood. He had cured him of his pain. This creature had just taken it away.
He glanced up from his wound at the black thing in front of him. It wasn't until then that he recognized it, the wolf. It was the wolf from the book, even right down to it's yellow eyes.
He had called for the wolf, and it appeared to take his pain away.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, the entity lodged in his soul drifted to him. He had work to do, this creature was sent here for other reasons.
Nodding, he stood up, leaving the knife where it lay.
"I'll take you to her."
The wolf seemed to nod, as they went into the house.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

The dream started as it had before. Each night the same routine, each night the same ending. I felt my pulse jump in my throat as I began to walk the same path I had night after night. My mind registered this was the same path as before and there for the same out come would again happen. So why couldn't I make my dream change? Why couldn't I turn and go down a different path instead?
I stepped onto the cool damp grass, again no shoes on my feet. Walking slowly I tried to call out to someone, but no sound emerged from my throat. I stopped my the fountain, my eyes turning downward to glance in the clear water. My hair was shorter, my face the same. No make up or anything to enlighten my features, and yet I wore a beautiful white gown. It felt heavenly and the material I wasn't sure what it was?
My head snapped up and my eyes darted around, "Who's there?"
Those words echoed in my mind again, and yet it was the only sound I could make in this dream. The same unanswered question night after night. As if someone was going to step out of the darkness and annouce themselves?
I glanced behind me, all around me and up ahead. The fog began to roll in and the path was barely visable, and again I walked forward. Towards that path, I had a destination in my mind but where?
"Who's there?!" I turned and turned as I walked, my eyes searching the darkness for whatever was there taunting me. I heard a twig snap just behind me and I jumped, yelping softly with surprise.
I turned again, I had to reach... Where?! My mind desperately wanted to know where and to whom she was racing to? Foot steps could be heard slowly, evenly walking this way... I knew any moment he would pounce on me, I felt it inside. That heart stopping painful lump in your throat that clogs off all the air supply and makes you wish you could cry, scream, rant and plead all at the same instant.
The dream was the same, it would never change. I felt his hands come around me and grip my body to his own. His breath waft over my neck and nearly gag me in the process. I felt his hardness pressed into my ass as he laughed and softly spoke to me.
"Yes run Christy! Run from me!"..

On the bed She rested, twisting and churning in her sleep as tears coated her face. Her whispers and pleas going no further than her bed room. The sheets shoved off of her sweating body as she fought in her dream. Panting heavily, gasping for her vocal cords, trying to scream out..

 

[poohlive]

The smaller entity inside him seemed to swell up once more. As if he had just performed the incantation. He was moving, but it wasn't his will forcing him to climb the stairs, it was something deeper, something darker. An unseen force driving him, compelling him to pursue this. He wanted nothing more than to see her right now.
The wolf trailed at his heels. The creature knew what to do as well. Drake could feel that he was being driven with the same will. Two distinct species, and yet there was only one spirit in them both.
The wolf wasn't even real, Drake knew that. It was nothing more than a figment of his imagination. A representation of an animal that would help him through all of this. His guardian spirit, to complete the spell.
To make her his forever.
Opening the door, he glanced at her, sleeping. The sheets covering her body, but they seemed to cling to her skin. As if she had been sweating; he could tell she was naked underneath. An exasperated feeling came to him, his member reacting to the situation.
The wolf slipped into the room, staring at her. Drake walked over the creature, bringing on hand down to her face. In an instant the sheet was gone, and he saw her body, naked, glistening in the shadowy moonlight. This vision embedded itself in his brain, as he kneeled down next to her, looking at her closed eyes.
The wolf jumped on the bed.
Drake's hand trailed from her face, that had turned towards him. Perhaps she felt his presence, or maybe even unconsciously wanted him to go through with the ritual. Leaning in, he kissed her lips lightly, just enough for his lips to touch her own. A ghost kiss in the dead of night.
The wolf hovered over her for a moment, and then slowly drifted into her. His own physical appearance fading, as he was lowered himself down to her body. His paws lost somehwere in his stomach, and the rest of him disappearing as soon as flesh touched flesh.
Drake watched, his hand still on her face. In all truthfulness he wanted to hold her down, to make sure that she took the effect, but she showed no sign of struggle just yet. His hand hovered on the side of her neck, wavering between a lover's embrace and a painful grip.
He brushed a wispy hair from her face, as the wolf's head lowered into her own. For a moment he saw both, and then, there was nothing, just her again.
It was inside her now, with her. Drake kissed her once more, unable to resist as she still lay there.




Inside the dream, the grip was stronger, the hold more deadly, and the hard on pressing against her seemed to thrive with a reality that could never be felt in a dream. He had made it.
This was no longer a lost memory trying to invade her, this was a painful reality that had seeped into her very dream.

"Love, you are mine now," he shook her hard, pressing her even more against him, "Accept your fate, love me or die."

With an icy grip still on her shoulders, he forced her to turn around, and look at him. In the pitch black of the forest, his yellow eyes seemed to glow.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

My body froze in place the hands holding me, painfully tearing into the flesh of my wrists. Trembling in fear I heard him whisper once again, "Flee run away! Go on.. Runnnnn awayy" Taunting me.
I shook my head no, I wouldn't run this time. I had to know, I had to see who was holding me?
As if he sensed my descision he chuckled, but it wasn't a pleasant laugh, it was almost as if he couldn't wait to scare me. His hands slid up my arms and my eyes fell to watch the dark glove covered hand trailing upwards. Higher and higher until they rested on my shoulders.
Once again the fingers bit into my shoulders. Pinching into the bone and muscle as he turned me in his arms.
The erection did not escape my notice, but I chose to ignore it. It felt different tonight, perhaps because I was facing this nightmare down?
This is only a dream..... this is only...
An audible gasp escaped from my lips as I turned to the pale face of someone I didn't even know. He was so pale he looked dead, oddly his eyes were glowing yellow. He seemed to laugh at me, his hands digging in deeper into my skin as I shook my head no, and repeated it's only a dream!
A scream tore from my throat the next instant as his skin fell away to reveal a hideous looking monster with the same glowing eyes..."Love me or die."
Backing away from the creature, his nails tearing into the flesh of my shoulders, the soft sound of fabric tearing hitting my ears. I shook my head, "No! You're not real!" Turning I jumped forward, my legs feeling laddened down with weights as I tried to flee from this beast.
The forrest before me loomed up as if from no where and I knew where I was heading.. Towards the lake. The path stretched out before me, never seemed to bring me closer to the trees and safety of their darkness. I heard a laugh behind me, a deep husky sound. He wanted me to flee, urged me too and I had given in. I ran and ran, never looking back. If only those trees would come closer!
I kept whispering as tears streamed down my cheeks, "It's only a dream.."
Fighting harder and harder I made it into the forrest and up the trail, looming ahead was the lake.. I knew it would be there, but where would I go from there?!

 

[poohlive]

Drake's breath had become sharper as he saw her squirm in her sleep. He was inside, and he was tormenting her. His hand, still poised right next to her neck relaxed, it carressed her skin once more. As if guided by the force still inside him, it trailed down her neck, running down to the ample mound of her breast.
It had been such a long time since he had been this close with a woman. Lustful desires seemed to urge him on, his very loins on fire with this woman next to her.
She would be in pain, hurting. Whatever struggle was going on inside her, he could help her outside. He could heal her.
His lips went to her neck, lingering on her skin. He breathed in her musky scent. Even though she was drenched with sweat, he couldn't help but moan as he smelled her. The true scent of a woman. Fear and desire both moxed.
His hand moved past her breast, and slowly trailed down her body.






He growled into the clearing that he was now apart of. This entire place felt linked to him. It all surged through him, as it had done before. Now, though, now it was more real, sharp. This had been his reality, and he made it her fantasy, but now that he was here, with her, it was reality once more.
With a little more than a surge, he was gone. All that remained was a black shadow. A faceless shapeless figure that chased after the woman, who ran nowhere with great haste.
He was not there though, he was now everywhere. He let a branch come out, and scrape her arm. He chucked right into her ear, wanting her to feel that he was right behind. His hot breath on her shoulder.
It was a cat and mouse game. He wanted to tease her, to make her feel like she had some control. She could still escape, still wake up and leave this place. It would all be over then, all of his work and effort for nothing. Once she left the dream, his power would diminish.
As long as he kept her here though, as long as she accepted this, then he would have her. Once she accepted his rule, he would truly exist.
"RUN!" He screamed out, the black shadow moving after her beautiful form running through the forest, "RUN, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME. I WILL MAKE YOU MINE, MAKE YOU KNEEL BEFORE ME!!!"
As she ran through the forest, the demon trailed, loving every second of the chase.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

Writhing on the bed, breathing became labored as if running for many miles. Brows furrowed, her lips parted as little noises escape between damp lips. Hands fisted at the sides, clenching unseen hem. Head tossing a little side to side as if looking for something..

He was behind me, I could feel him.. hear him and even smell his rancid stench on my skin. I gulped down a cry of alarm for who would hear me? I knew it was a dream, why couldn't I wake myself? Why was I trapped in here?
I ran from him, why? Who knew, there was no real reason to flee was there? I felt too real to be a dream, I had some how gotten outside and this demon spawn was chasing me to my death or far worse!
Panting, I ran between fallen logs and still living trees. The darkness twisting their shapes, making them appear to be reaching for me.
Eyes wide I looked left and right and ahead of me, turning around and around. Not watching I felt myself tip and I came down hard. The impact jarred my teeth making my head hurt as I scrambled backwards on hands and feet to rise and run away.
Screaming out at him, "Leave me be!" Tears fell, my arm hurt where the tree had cut into my skin. Dreams shouldn't hurt but it did. This did!
Crawling up over a log, I fell flat to my back and lay there, breath held and eyes franticly searching the area. I couldn't hear him, he wasn't coming! I knew better, but my own heart beat so loudly in my chest, I couldn't hear another sound around me.
Stiffling a sob of fear and pain, I climbed to my feet again and ducked low, running between two trees. Stopping I pressed my back to the large old oak and glanced around again, my breath whooshing out of my lungs as I panted heavier now. I had forgotten I was holding my breath I was almost ready to pass out.
I could hear his laughter, I could hear him coming. His foot steps so loud, yet He was no where in sight. A breeze blew over my skin and my nipples perked up, my skin felt a caress fleetingly and then it was gone!?
What was this!? WHY!? I shouted out, crying harder now. Why was I effected sexually to a nightmare? Something.... Something was touching me?!
I jumped back and turned to look at the tree, his bark moving in ripples as if it was a mirage. The tree had stroked my back? I turned and lifted my dress some what away from my skin, expecting to see bugs on me or something, but there was nothing!
"LEAVE ME BE!" Screaming out at the top of my lungs, I couldn't get my voice to carry anywhere, not even beyond the trees. I turned and ran. Heart pounding harder and harder, I felt like i was dying. Like someone had a fist around my heart and was squeezing it tightly.
The water was ahead, I could see it! I searched for Drake, I searched for the butler, someone else to help me... to save me!
Crumbling to the ground, tears streaming down a pale frightened face, I crawled towards the water. I would be safe in the water.. Wouldn't I?

Arching on the bed, hands out stretched as if reaching or climbing something... pulling the blankets and sheets free from the corners as the nightmare continued to torment...

 

[poohlive]

in progress...

 

[poohlive]

God, he loved stretching out this torture. Her fear was feeding him, helping hims grow. As she grew weaker inside the dream, he grew stronger. It was becoming his dream, and he was in power now.
As much as he wanted to prolong this, there were many other ways for him to make her scream. Her fear could be elevated so much.
The dark shadow chasing her grew form once more, as if the body was materializing right from the dark cloak. Figure and flesh came from shadow and cloth. He materialized just as he jumped.
As if in answer to this creation, the forest itself altered, changed by his own will. Shadows were no longer on the ground, but they seemed to bend to him. It was almost as if he were a magnet to the darker force.
His very soul quaked with the evil that manifested inside him.
The creature grabbed hold of Christy at the side of the lake. His handssnaking out to her shoulders, his form holding her close to him as she struggled beneath him.
He loved it when they struggled.
With a huge grunt he turned her over beneath him. His hands only moved part of her body, as he was gaining control his strength increased. The dream itself was now hell bent in helping his demonic cause. They wanted her raped as much as he did.
"You're so pretty," his bony hand whipped out, and held her face. It trickled down her soft cheek, but the hand was cold. Only a ghost's carress inside the dream.
He moved his hand down to the top of her dress. His other one met it.
"I want you to promise me something," he leaned down as his blackened chapped lips spoke to her, "Scream for me."
With tremendous strength he ripped the dress open.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

The scream erupted from my throat before I was even touched by this thing! I knew he was there, I could feel his presence thruought my being. It was a sick feeling, like I was covered in slimy mucas.
Hitting the ground I was yanked over to peer up at the foulest of faces I had ever had the misfortune to see. I froze dead in my tracks, my breath lodged in my throat as I stared up at this man.
Bile rose in my throat as he breathed down on my face, his nearness making me shiver and cringe.
My eyes widened as his hands came up, and clenched tightly as he touched my face. I never felt something so horrible, so frightening, and yet I couldn't find my voice to scream.
When his words whispered to me, my eyes opened and caught his glowing eyes once more.
Scream? He wanted me to scream! He loved that fear, it fed him!? I felt a panic set in, deep inside my mind, then realization hit me!
Do not fight him, do not fear him!
It feeds the dream to do so.
I grimaced as he tore open my dress, his eyes taking in my nude form. I could feel his desire pressing against me. A shakey breath exhaled and my eyes narrowed only momentarily as I got up the 'balls' to do what needed to be done.
"I do not fear you..." I whispered softly as his fingers caressed my nipple on one side.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God for strength and for guidance out of this hellish place.
"You.. are nothing.." I whispered again and opened my eyes. He stopped and looked at me.
"You're only a dream, you do not exsist outside this phantom land." I pushed away from him, sliding out from between his legs and lifting up on my elbows to gaze at him.
My will becoming a little stronger as the shadows retreated from around us. I would fight this, I would fight him!
My voice grew stronger and carried as I spoke up, volumns louder with each statement.

 

[poohlive]

It was a glazed look that came over his yellow eyes for a second. If only looked closely, they could see the sharp yellow dim for a second. A loss of power, her feeding had dimmed. He growled deeply.
It hadn't stopped, but it dimmed greatly. She knew, somehow she knew, but how?
He glanced as she moved from him, and towards the crystal clear blue lake behind her. Of course, that damned slut. She would be here too.
His breathing became sharp, but his hands leaped out. There wasn't much time, but he still needed to plant the seed inside her. If he couldn't fuck her body, than he's have to settle for her mind.
"I won't leave," his icy grip wouldn't let her leave. He leaned in, charred skin inches from her own soft flesh.
"I'll always be here, in the back of your mind, toying with you, fucking with you. This is not over. You do not know the meaning of the word fear. In the end, you will fear me, and you will obey me."
Then he saw it. Behind her, the lake had come to life. Water splashing around, creating waves. Something big was coming to the shore. Try as he might, he held onto her as hard as he could. Gripping into her flesh, trying to hold on for dear life.
The huge wave came over both of them. It drenched the entire area around them. As the water receded, Christy was left on the shore alone.
There was no monster from hell after her, no shadowy figure after her mind and body, no yellow eyes piercing into her very soul.
Just a frightened woman by a lake.



Drake snapped back. It felt like an explosion inside his head. His hand, which had been gently teasing her mound shot away as he glanced at her body.
The wolf leapt from her. It was driven from her body, pushed with a great force. Drake stood up, glancing at the thing now withering in the corner.
It was dying.
Drake glanced back at the body, unsure of what had happened. She was supposed to be theirs now. She was supposed to be under his control, the spell was for possession. There wasn't anything about this in the book.
"What happened?"
The wolf's lips seemed to move, but no sound was made. It died, withered away to nothing more than a small ashen outline on the floor.
Drake glanced back at the naked body of Christy. His mind wandering to what exactly had happened. She must have been stronger than he thought. This would not be as simple as one night.
It would take time to wear her down. But when one was alone in a castle, it mattered little. time was the one thing that he had, and she didn't.
A minor setback for now, but things were far from over, Drake would see to that. The demonic force would as well.
He left the room.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

Drenched in water from the cold lake, I jerked this way and that, searching for the monster that was there a second ago. He was gone, no where to be found. I smiled and stood up, the night gave way to a beautiful morning. I was safe....

Sitting upright in bed, I glanced around the room once more. A smile still on my lips until I glanced down at my exsposed flesh. Gasping, I hurried and yanked the sheet up over myself. I didn't recall coming to bed this way?
Perhaps I was more tired than I thought? I felt another shiver down my spine as I heard a wolf howling in the distance. "It's only a dream..."
Shaking, I quietly got to my feet and pulled on some decent attire. I couldn't sleep now, not after that. That dream felt so real, so life like. It was all so strange to me, I glanced over at the old book I had chosen from Drake's collection.
The wolf was a picture in that book, perhaps that is why I kept dreaming of it and other frightening things? Scratching my wrist I glanced down at what was offending my skin. I had scratches around my wrist... and when I glanced at the other, there were marks there as well.
I had done this to myself while I lay in that dream? It was a possbility? I hoped anyways.
Making my way downstairs I went in search of the kitchen and pantry. I needed some warm milk to sleep now, or at least warm me up. I was chilled to the bone, and still afraid in a small way. Dreams can't hurt you, but it had felt so real?...

 

[poohlive]

"They can kill you, you know."
Drake leaned against the doorframe, looking back at her. She seemed so different in the light now, almost not the same. As if her smaller frame didn't look so small.
Perhaps during that escalade the little miss had grown a backbone. The entity inside him moved, stiffened a bit, if he wasn't mistaken, at the thought of what she had done.
So much power, no wonder she was needed so badly. She would be perfect, absolutely perfect, as soon as she became his.
He moved up to one of the counters, opening it up and pulling out a whole tin of cookies.
"Late night snacks, they can kill you if you don't be too careful," he gave a slight smile, looking inside the fridge at the milk.
"You mind joining me? We could sit by the fire a bit," he shook the tin, "They are home made, and irresistable."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I nearly jumped out of my skin when he spoke up, but thankfully I didn't lose it that badly.
"What?!" What could kill me? I studied him in the dim lit room as he moved towards the cupboards.
"Late night snacks, they can kill you if you don't be too careful," He turned and came towards me, carrying a tin in his hands.
His smile was catchy and I smiled back at him.
"You mind joining me? We could sit by the fire a bit," His offer.
"I ..... Ummm" Should I? I wasn't sure but it was tempting and he was being so sweet.. What could it hurt?
"They are home made, and irresistable." That had done it.
"Yes, I would love to..." I took out the milk and fetched two glasses for the milk. Pouring two glasses, I put away the milk and turned back to face him.
Whispering softly as to not awake the house hold, "Where would you like to go?"

 

[poohlive]

"Follow me, to the den," he passed through the archway, leading back to the main corridor, and turned right for the den. It was towards the back of the house, behind tbe library. A small place, more like a sitting room than anything else.
It had a huge mahogany desk at one end, with a few scattered papers, but he didn't move all the way over there. Drake sat in one of the easy chairs in the corner, putting the cookies down between them in one of the endtables.
"I find it harder and harder to sleep at night. It must be this old house. It gets to you after a while, all alone inside. The house is just so empty. Over a couple dozen rooms, and the only company I have myself."
He nodded to her, "Which is why I'm so grateful that you came. It is nice to have someone to talk to and share cookied with," he took a small bite, simply delicious, "I can never get enough of these.
"So, what exactly are you doing up this late? You an insomniac as well?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I followed silently behind, my mind mulling over Drake's life style. He had to be very lucky, well in my mind he was. Living here, alone.. It was just a dream come true in my own mind. This place is huge and quiet. It reminded me of libraries at home.
He ducked into a room I hadn't noticed before. Following suit, I stood and glanced around. Quaint, nothing special, but it did feel 'homey'. I took a chair beside his and set the milk down on the endtable.
His confession baffled me a little, how could be get bored in a place like this?
"Perhaps you just need more company?" I gave a small smile and handed him a glass.
"Are there only a few servants here?" He offered me a cookie and I smiled a little brighter. Sometimes he was so child like and friendly, not at all how he was the first time I seen him.
"Thank you." I took the cookie, "I have to admit, I have had some interesting times here since my arrival. This place is rather large and confusing as well.. And No.. I am not an insomniac at all. I usually sleep really well.. Lately I have just had some dreams... Nightmares... That has kept me awake. It is nothing, just an over active imagination.. Why can't you sleep?" I glanced up at him to find him studying me, or appeared to be studying me? Flushed a little, I went back to bathing my cookie in the milk.