| Midnight�s Muse 9/22/02 She walked the narrow, twisting rain-swept streets heading towards her secret place. The only sound in the night was the soft click of her heels on the cobblestones. She had passed the old empty mansion many times, never giving it a second thought. Until that one night, the mewing of a small kitten called her inside the iron gates and up towards the house. She saw it scamper around the house heading towards the back, and she followed. Going through the back gate, she wandered into an ancient garden. Over grown and unattended, it still held a mysterious beauty. It was a new moon that first night as she wandered down its marbled pathways. The plants had long since taken over; covering the statues and fountains, the brick walls that surrounded the place had disappeared under heavy vines of jasmine and honeysuckle. Near the center, she happened upon a small pond, an ivory marble seat poised at one end where one could sit and enjoy the tranquility of the garden and the waters. A short distance behind the bench was what appeared to be a mausoleum. It too had succumbed to the ravages of the garden, now mostly hidden from view. The kitten, never found that night, but peace had been, she returned each night as the moon grew, each night its light revealed a bit more to her eyes. Tonight was the full moon. Its light promised to show to her completely, the gardens true beauty. She found her way back to the bench, pulling her cloak from her shoulders, she laid it down by the ponds edge, sitting for a moment on the cool marble seat looking up into the sky, breathing deeply the scent of the night flowers that remained. But even with the light of the full moon, the gardens colors remained hidden from her eyes. Only in shades of grey and blacks, or the glowing white which gave away the hidden marble statues beneath the plants, but still ethereal in its beauty, enchanting. Something kept calling her back, and for many nights she sat there, almost as if waiting for something, someone. She would drift away into her own fantasies, dreams of a handsome knight coming to rescue her. But tonight her thoughts were darker. As she gazed into the stagnant water of the small pond, the image in her mind was of a darker man, one who roused a touch of fear in her, but made her heart pound with excitement. She smiled to herself, thinking of this dark god. One who would come to capture her, to steal her into the darkness to possess her body and soul. And it would be this same one who would fall in love with her spirit and find that his touch grew gentler with each setting sun. Lost in her thoughts, she never heard the creaking of the iron gate behind her, which had steadfastly blocked the door to the crypt. Something cool touched her neck, a gentle breeze perhaps that caused her hair to flutter sending a chill up her spine that brought her back to reality and the world at hand. She brushed at her neck as if shooing a fly, her long hair falling back from her shoulders, glancing towards the pond. In the water, she saw a ghostly pale image in the reflection behind her. Turning quickly, but there was nothing there. She chided herself, thinking that the night, and her lack of sleep these past weeks, was getting to her. Turning back towards the water, she gazed at its dark surface, looking for what would have caused the ghostly face. As she watched, it appeared once again behind her, slowly getting clearer as if it was coming closer. Before she realized that this figure was actually standing behind her, and not in the water it was too late. It began to grin at her, a dark, evil look, frozen by fear, all she could do was sit there and watch as it�s hand rose, quickly covering her mouth, the other arm grasping her around the waist. The strength of this man unnatural, lifting her up and over the bench, carrying her backwards towards the crypt. Her flailing arms and legs did nothing to even slow his progression. The gate creaked shut behind her, then the large stone door slamming shut entombing her in the crypt with him. Light flickered for a moment, the soft glow of candles suddenly filling the darkness. Her eyes frantically searched the room, he still held to her tightly, his hand clamped over her mouth. A few old coffins lined the walls, a very large marble tomb in the center of the room. He threw her to the floor; she scrambled backwards away from him, her eyes full of fear. She jumped up, running towards the door when he turned his back on her, tugging at the heavy stone, beating it with her fists and crying out, but to no avail, she couldn�t even budge it. The sound of the chains made her turn immediately. Her eyes wide in terror when she looked up at the chains he lowered from the ceiling, at the end of each wicked iron cuffs. She turned, screaming louder, and never heard him come back up behind her. He grabbed her again around the waist, dragging her towards the chains. Fastening her wrists securely, and then to her shock, he pulled chains, fastening them to her ankles from the floor. Going behind her, she heard a rattle, suddenly finding herself being stretched taunt. Tears streamed down her face when he stood before her, just staring at her. Never saying a word. She struggled, she screamed, she fought at the cuffs that bit into her soft flesh. And never did he say a word. He was very handsome, his dark eyes full of sorrow, he dressed in an old fashioned ruffled shirt, a velvet waistcoat, knee high black leather boots, but his jeans modern. He looked much like a poet from years since past. He turned away from her and she almost breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was going to leave her alone, when he started taking his jacket off. She watched in horror as he removed all of his clothing revealing his remarkable body, his huge member hard as he came back towards her. With one swipe, he had ripped her dress wide open, leaving her in her bra and panties. The second ripped her bra right off her body, the third her panties. The tatters of her clothes lying at her feet on the floor. She shook her head no, struggling again the chains, trying to close her legs. His hand reaching forward shoved a finger up into her hard and fast. He pulled it out, returning two this time, and then three. She was writhing in pain, fighting back the moans of pleasure that were trying to escape her. He withdrew his fingers, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. At the same time he forced himself up into her. Her head went back as she screamed, feeling like she was being torn in two. He thrust into her hard and fast, the chains holding her still, a small trickle of blood running down her inner thigh towards the floor. For what seemed like hours to her, he brutally thrust into her until he found release. She was unconscious when his hot seed filled her. Withdrawing himself, he kneeled before her, licking up the blood that ran down her thigh. She awoke the next night with a scream from a terrible nightmare. Her screams grew louder when she realized it hadn�t been a dream. Her breasts aching and bruised where his hands had groped her, the pain between her legs almost unbearable. Her eyes adjusted to the dim candlelight in the crypt, her arms and legs, though still chained were not stretched at the moment. Memories of last night�s terror filled her thoughts, she began quickly looking around for her captor. Without a sign of him, she began tugging frantically at the chains trying to free herself, but to no avail. Her wrists and ankles bled, the pain that encompassed her body only lessoned by her fright. It was not long after that he returned to the crypt. Even before the creak of the iron gate, before the grating of the stone door, the candles began to flicker and burn brighter. She did what she could to cover herself, to shield her nakedness from him. Her thighs pressed together as the chains would allow, her arms attempting to cover her breasts some. When he entered, the doors closing behind him, he never spoke a word to her, not even so much as a glance, almost as if she was not there. She tried to remain silent, but it only lasted a short time. Her growing hunger, her fear and her pain cried out, and as her tears began to fall, the faint sniffles and silent whimpers, he turned to face her. The darkness in his eyes gave her chills, and as he approached her removing his clothes, she couldn�t even manage a scream. She shook her head slowly, whimpering �no�. When he tried to force himself upon her this night, allowing her some freedom with the looser chains, she attempted to fight him. She got in one good shot with her knee, though it did not seem to affect him. He backed off for only a moment to tighten the chains, stretching her legs far apart, she feared he was going to rip her into as if she were a wishbone. He moved behind her, and she thought he was doing so to tighten her arms, but before she knew what was to happen, he had her around the waist bending her forward, his shaft thrusting into her from behind. His savagery, his animalistic lust pounded into her over and over, his hands holding tightly to her breasts, squeezing and pinching them hard. Her screams echoed through the chamber, she prayed for the darkness to take her as it had the night before, but this eve she was not as fortunate. She remained conscious through the entire ordeal, his final growl as he pumped his seed into her stifling her cries. The lights began to fade, the darkness taking over the crypt. His touch no longer present on her body, she heard the grating of stone and allowed herself to relax a bit thinking he had left. This continued nightly over time. Without food, without words, without contact from another soul she began to withdraw into herself. Her only sustenance was rainwater that dripped through cracks in the stones overhead. Each night when he came to take her, she began more and more to give in to his lust. Each night she found herself more excited, aroused by his fierceness. After a while, he freed her from her bonds. Instead of running, the once proud lioness, now a docile kitten curled up silently on the cold marble floor. When he approached her one night, on hands and knees she offered herself to him, finding release from her own passions as he did his, her screams had turned to moans of pleasure. When he was done with her, she crawled back to her corner curling up once again. But this night, the candles did not fade when he had finished with her. She dared to open her eyes, to look at him. She found herself suddenly worried that she did not please him, that she had not satisfied him. But when she looked, he stood there, looking back at her, the coldness in his eyes faded, a hint of compassion, or caring in them now. When he focused on her, realizing that she was looking at him, he turned away, the lights fading quickly. Again the sound of the grating stone, and then only silence. Her mind almost gone, she had given up on life, on escape, on anything she had ever known. Still, she found herself thinking about him. His handsome face, his lithe body, his features so pale, and his eyes so cold. She found herself beginning to care for her captor. For though he did hold her captive, he was never truly cruel to her. Never once did he hit her or intentionally harm her. And there in the darkness she realized that she was falling for this dark pale man. The following night, again, when she awoke in the darkness, she waited for him. Trying her best to clean herself up a bit, running fingers through her long hair, trying to straighten it. When he entered the crypt, she was waiting for him. As the candles began to flare, she stood, padding softly to the center of the room, and then kneeling before him. Without saying a word, she reached out, slowly unzipping his pants. Pulling out his member she began to kiss it, stroking it slowly. He was silent as she did this until she slipped it into her mouth. Sucking him in deeply, a small moan escaped him. She worked faster then on his shaft, with love she caressed it with her mouth, her tongue, her hands moving up and down his thighs bring him pleasure. She felt his hands entwining in her hair, so gentle, the beast seemingly calmed this eve. Feeling him swelling in her mouth, she drew his throbbing shaft in deeper, preparing to swallow his seed. She looked up into his eyes as he exploded in her mouth. The coldness in his eyes had faded, replaced with a tenderness she had never seen before. When she had licked him clean, she stood before him, turning to go back to her corner when he reached out taking her hand. The first word she ever heard him speak was �no�. He pulled her back around to face him, his hand reaching out to caress her soft cheek. His tenderness surprised her so; tears welled in her eyes, one falling down her cheek. He reached out catching her tear as it fell, looking at it, as it rest in the palm of his hand. Without another word, he took off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders and tugging her into his arms. She found herself comforted by his embrace, the same that had once terrified her. Melted in his arms, her head upon his chest when the candles began to fade, the darkness taking over the crypt. He swept her up into his arms, his coat falling to the floor. She heard the grating of the stone and thought they were to leave this place. Instead, only seconds later she found herself being placed upon what felt like soft satin, and he lying down beside her, pulling her into his arms. Warm and contented, she gave it no thought and peacefully slept in his arms. The next eve when she awoke she was alone. Rising up, to her shock she found that she lay in the large stone coffin in the center of the crypt. The soft satin, caressed her skin, but still, she quickly left its embrace in disbelief. She returned to her corner, sitting, her knees hugged tightly to her chest she waited for his return. The night seemed to last forever, alone with her thoughts, waiting for his return. When the candles flickered and the flames grew, she knew it was he returning. She stood to greet him, rushing into his arms. This time he smiled, the tenderness still in his eyes. He stroked her hair, accepting her soft kiss. She started to reach for his pants, to bring him the pleasure that she knew he desired, but he stopped her. She watched him curiously, fear in her eyes that she had disappointed when he started to walk away. But the smile still on his face when he returned, handing to her with a box adorned with a large red ribbon. She opened it quickly, but so carefully not to damage the ribbon. Inside was a beautiful short black silk dress. She smiled, pulling it from the box, and slipping it on for him. Thin black straps, a low cut front that exposed most of her breasts, and an even lower back. She spun before him, her nipples hardened from the caress of the fabric and his lustful stares. She returned to his arms, kissing him softly and whispering a thank you in his ear as she nuzzled his neck. He took her hand then, leading her outside of the crypt. She had not known how long she had been in there, no sense of day or night within its darkened walls. She looked up to the sky, the moon was so full. Had it really been that long since she had seen the night? The garden remained in its ghostly hues, though still enchanting. He led her to the small bench he had taken her from and they sat down. He began to speak to her finally. His words so poetic, those of a tortured soul lost in a world unexplained. He spoke of years of loneliness, years of unfeeling, uncaring. He raised his hand, brushing her hair back from her shoulders. Caressing her cheek, his hand moved down to her pale neck, rubbing it gently. He spoke of himself as some hideous creature, one which could never inspire passion, one who could never know love. And yet, even through the darkness she suffered because of him, she had still placed her love in him. He couldn�t understand how or why she was capable of such, and that�s why he was setting her free. �You have become my muse� he whispered to her even as her tears began to fall. �I can no longer hold you captive. You have inspired me to live again,� he laughed coldly, �not to live, but to exist again for what I have cannot be called life. I watched you each night as you sat here, a living angel in a long dead garden, breathing your life back into this place. This was once my home, my passions shared within its walls. Your nightly visits awoke me from a long sleep, the beauty of your thoughts calling to me. I thought that I could be the one you dreamed of, but I know I cannot. I cannot draw you into this darkness when you belong in the light.� Her tears continued to fall as well as her heart for this mysterious man. �No� she whispered, �I will not leave you, cannot leave you. You have become my life and without you I will only want death.� Though full of sorrow, he grinned, �How ironic that you should say that. With me you will find only death. Life no longer exists for me.� Not understanding the meaning of his words, she wrapped her arms around him pressing close, her cheek pressed to his as she whispered �no, I won�t go�. Her bare neck now pressed to his mouth he could not hold back his hunger. Quickly his fangs punctured her flesh, and for the first seconds, startled, she tried to fight him. But as her blood filled his mouth, her fight subsided as she gave herself to him totally, his words finding meaning now in her thoughts. She began to purr softly in his ear, bringing him back to his senses. He withdrew his fangs, pushing her back gently. �I won�t do this. I won�t bring you into this.� She looked at him, a small trickle of blood running from the punctures down her neck to her breast. �I love you� she smiled at him, then leaned forward, kissing him softly, tasting the blood on his lips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, puncturing it on one of his fangs, letting it bleed as she kissed him. He began to moan into her kiss, sucking on her tongue. Then, realizing again what he was doing, he pushed her away. �I love you� she whispered to him, lowering the straps on her dress, standing and letting it fall to the ground. He looked at her under the moonlight, his muse. Taking her hands, as she stood before him, pulling her closer. He began to suck on her breast, his lips moving then to the other, licking around her nipple, following the trail of blood back to her neck where he kissed her tenderly. She purred softly, reaching down and freeing his member from his pants, she straddled his legs, lowering herself down on top of him, whispering �I love you� once more. She began to rock slowly, feeling him fill her. Up and down, back and forth, faster and faster as their passions grew, his thrusts came hard and fast though still gentle. She felt him throbbing in her, his shaft swelling more; she knew his climax was coming. She pressed her throat to his lips then, abandoning herself to her own climax. He filled her with his seed, and she fed his hunger. She died in his arms that night, only to be awakened the next eve by an insatiable hunger of her own, in the arms of the man she loved. Her hero, her dark knight. � by darkest angell |