| Chimes.... |
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| � David Ritter Star |
| Her days went by like the ones before. A smile and a laugh for those she worked with. For those who never saw the sorrows hidden deep within her dark eyes. The evenings spent with friends. Again, a smile she wore to assure them that all was well with her, but only had they looked. Only had they dared to peer within her dark eyes would they have seen the fear of a little girl lost. The nights spent at home in the company of the only one who really knew her. Faint music playing to accompany the silence, the flicker of the candles to soften the night. They had been together for many years. He had always been beside her through the rare good times and the all too frequent bad. Always comforting, always caring, always was seeming to know. He was always with her. Following her from room to room, the soft click of nails on the wood floors brought to her a bit of peace, letting her know she was not alone. At night, before bed, many times she would find herself standing at the bedroom window looking out into the darkness. He would always leap up to the sill, staring out into the night with her. A soft meow, a purr to her ear would lure her back from the memories that held her, reminding her that sleep was what she needed. |
| �Yes� she would say smiling to him, running her hand down his soft sleek body. Together, their gaze would find the wind chimes that hung overhead. She remembered the day she got them. They had played so beautifully in the store. The thin copper pipes, the delicate glass dragonflies. So soft, a gentle melodic trickle of sound filled the air catching her attention and drawing her to them. Arriving home, she took them from the box, and standing on a chair she twisted the brass hook into the wood frame at the top of the window. He was there in the window of course, with a paw, reaching out to gently pat the dragonfly, filling the air with their sounds. But even in the summer when the window was open, a light breeze blowing in, even then the chimes would not play. She reached out as he had once, touching the dragonfly, sending him into flight, the music beginning. Slipping into bed then, he curled up in her arms; she would close her eyes and listen to the sounds for a few moments until they stopped as she waited for sleep to come. But sleep avoided her anymore. The violence of her past haunting her, when sleep did come it was brief, filled with those memories best left forgotten. |
| She lay there one late fall night, the chimes long since silenced, when he suddenly jumped up staring towards the window. She opened her eyes, raising her head to glimpse a shadow standing there. She thought at first she was dreaming, but he continued to watch this stranger. As she lay there watching the figure, a sense of peace filled her. She knew this dark man was smiling at her though she could not see his face; she felt it. And as she watched, he reached out and the chimes began to play. Softly, delicately they took her away. He had lay down beside her again, though his eyes remained on the stranger. She unable to fight it, closed her eyes letting the sound carry her away to a place of magic. In her dreams that�s where she found herself � in a magical place. The ancient castle spires and turrets loomed high in the night sky from the window she watched out of. Off in the distance she heard the laughter of little girls, singing. She wandered down the corridors of stone following the voices. Finally she found them in a grand room. Void of furniture and decorations, its air of elegance alone was enough to awe. A group of little ones singing and dancing, holding hands they circled around the room. When they saw her, they beckoned her to join them. In moments she found herself caught up in their dance. Around the room they laughed and played, the carved stones cool under their bare feet. The skirt of the long white gown she wore billowed out as she spun, the bodice clinging tightly to her figure. But suddenly the children stopped. They smiled at her and each other, giggling, and then running off towards an arch at the far end of the room. She chased after them. At the top of the stairs she froze, the girls continuing down the few steps, disappearing around a corner. There before her thru the archway was the full moon. How beautiful it was as it filled the night sky, its light streaming down upon her. She was so entranced with its beauty she didn�t even hear the footfalls coming up behind her. When the blindfold quickly covered her eyes, she reached up, but a hand came gently to hers pushing her fingers away. She started to speak, but a gentle �shhh� was whispered in her ear. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but for some reason she was not afraid. She felt a hand take hers, leading her down the stairs, onto the balcony, into the moonlight. She heard the music start, an almost questioning whisper in her ear, �dance?� though she knew she didn�t have a choice. She began to waltz around with the stranger. He spun and twirled her, the blindfold masking her vision; she closed her eyes and lost herself to the music. Soon she found herself closer and closer to her partner. He held her tighter, pulling her into his arms. She lay her head against him, inhaling his scent. She felt his lips upon her neck, her body stiffening slightly in his arms as she fought back the purr that rose to her lips. His kiss moved down her neck to her shoulder, his mouth pushing the thin dress strap down onto her arm. Again she opened her mouth to protest, but this time could not find the words to speak. They continued to move together with the haunting music. Both his arms wrapping about her, she felt his hands wandering up and down, slowly caressing her back. Soon they were on her rear, kneading gently, before his fingers crawled back up her spine. She held onto him, feeling the breeze coming from below at times, knowing she was near the edge of the balcony that over looked the river far below the cliff. The blindfold remained in place; his kisses moved around to the front of her neck, traveling to her other shoulder, the strap of her gown falling. Her hands remained stationary at his sides, though his began to roam more freely over her back, moving down to her tush, then to her arms. Gently they glided up her soft silky flesh, stopping on her shoulders. She felt his fingers caressing either side of her neck. She couldn�t help herself; the soft purr escaped her lips as she leaned her head into his touch. She heard what she thought was almost a faint chuckle from him; his fingers stopped abruptly, yet hands very slowly moving down her shoulders. Fingers hooking the straps of her gown on their way, tugging them down farther, pulling the material from her breasts, she felt the cool night air as her nipples hardened. The straps at her elbows, her breasts exposed, his hands returned to her back, unbuttoning the buttons that ran down it. He continued to move her slowly with the music while he freed her from the rest of her garment. It fell to the floor at her feet; he lifted her and spun her around away from it. He pulled her closer to him, the tempo of the music seeming to increase. She felt the rich fabric of his clothes, and his growing excitement when he pulled her to him. His kisses again fell on her neck, working their way lower to her breasts. She felt his tongue on her nipple, a faint wetness when the night�s breeze drifted over it. Then his kiss. His lips encircling her erect nipple, pulling it into his mouth, his teeth carefully tugging at it. One hand massing her breast, the other placed firmly in the small of her back keeping her body to his. She felt him throbbing behind his pants, her own body betraying her as she felt herself growing wetter from the strangers touch. She purred softly, his kisses returning to her neck. Her body trembled in his arms, tensing when his hand began to move lower. He pushed her back from him just a bit, his hand caressing her tummy. The hunger in his touch, his fingers inching lower over her mound, down lower to rest upon her thighs. Just slowly rubbing, he put her at ease with his caress. She was enchanted by the music, lost in his touch, she didn�t realize the gentle pressure he put on her inner thighs, parting them, until she felt his fingers on the smooth shaved flesh of her sex. When his finger entered her she gasped, with her growing excitement her nether lips parted easily for his touch, dampening his finger. Once inside he knew exactly where to touch, finding her most sensitive spot with his thumb, a finger moving up inside of her. His lips on her neck, sucking, biting gently. Her purrs turned to moans as they swayed with the music, the blindfold enhancing all of her sensations. Her body trembled and shook when he brought her to climax, but he didn�t stop, continuing until her passions overtook her again. Waves of pleasure passed thru her, her legs shaking, she thought she would collapse. Before she could she felt his arms around her, lifting her and pulling her to him. He lowered her onto his hard member, plunging it deeply inside of her. She let out a tiny scream, a mixture of pain and pleasure. His strong hands on her hips, he raised her up and down, each time he thrust up into her she felt as though he would tear her in two. Her arms around his neck, her legs about his waist, she felt his teeth again nipping at her breasts, tugging at her nipples. She didn�t care anymore. Captured by the music, lost in his touch, she gave herself over to the pleasure he offered, the hint of pain sending shivers thru her. And still they danced. Like a carousal, she felt their bodies spinning around the room, all while she rode up and down his hard shaft. She felt him growing ever larger, his heart racing with hers. His moans increasing as she neared the edge again. Her climax came once more, her muscles tightening, squeezing him ever more as he forced his way inside of her. The tightening of her body around him sent him over the edge as he drove himself deeper, harder into her, releasing his fiery seed. She cried out in pleasure, in passion as she felt his fire filling her, her nectar offering it fuel to burn. �Oh god� she cried, letting herself fall into ecstasy. She thought she heard the words �not hardly� uttered silently with his moan. She leaned her head forward, blindfolded eyes sought to see thru the darkness, to view this stranger. But one of his hands moved up to her head, urging it towards his shoulder, he caressed her long hair running his fingers thru it. She felt a sudden weariness; sleep coming to take her. She fought against it, but it was too late. She woke in her bed to the gentle purrs of her cat. Her body still throbbing, she could still feel the tingling in her sex. It was still night, she curled up closer to her cat, petting him gently. �I wish I could go back there, and take you with.� She mused to him. �It was a beautiful place, you would love it.� She sighed deeply, remembering the stranger�s touch. �You know kitty, I would give anything to return there.� With her final words, the cat sat up again looking towards the window. Her eyes followed to see the dark stranger by the chimes. This time, his smile even larger but again his face masked by the darkness. And that was when she knew. Her voiced whispered silently while his shadowed arm reaching slowly to touch the chimes. �I would give anything to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, again.� She smiled, turning away from the window of the stone castle. �Wouldn�t you kitty� she asked, the cat jumping from the window to follow her down the corridor towards the music. They had discovered her body the next day; the police were called when she did not appear at work. They said she died in her sleep. Natural causes they said. And no one was surprised that even in death her cat followed her to remain at her side. � by darkest angell |
| 02/14/2003 |