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I wake slowly to my comfortable, familiar apartment. My body is damp from the warmth of the thick silken blankets that enshrouded me. A soft gentle breeze, filled with the crisp scent of the river, drifts across the still room blowing whispers across my skin. I slowly sit up, slow from the numbness of sleep. My window is open, though I know it was closed before I laid myself down. The long velvet drapes are billowing out to the side as if they were dancing care free with the night. I pull the covers aside and crawl out of the blissful sanctuary of my bed, leaving dreams and fantasy unspoken behind, and make my way slowly to the window. Looking out I see the street two stories below, dead and silent awaiting the sun to rise again. Nothing moves except the trees in the distance, a reminder that this place is not far removed from the untamed woods. The only sound a faint call of a night bird from some where near by, a hunter seeking its prey.



A stealthy motion seen through the corner of my eye startles me. This did not come from outside, but from with in my own room. I turn and cast my eyes around searching for the source. Darkness shows me nothing, but the shaddow of the night itself. I can barely see half way across the room for this is where the moon light loses it ground, giving way to the dark and leaving the corners untouched. I grip the window sill hard and feel my body tremble. I know now that I am not alone. Another movement, this time slower from the left side of the room. I can make out a silouette, tall, masculine, dangerous. Another form of hunter seeking his prey.



"Who are you" I ask as I try to keep the fear from my voice. "Why have you come". I know with out any response given that this is the man who has been in my dreams. The same who has been following me on my investigations. The one who has summoned me before and will do so again. A deep voice carries to me in a wicked laugh. He comes closer and I move further into the window knowing that I can go no further from here. I feel my nails dig into the aged wood, my back pressed hard against its support. Part of me wants to escape him, and part of me wants him to come. I feel deep inside that both options are courting mortal danger.

"Who am I you ask"? He seemed amused by this question and pondered a bit leaving me to wonder. "I have many names. Is one any better than another?"

I can almost see him clearly now. Long dark hair, slender but powerful, black clothing, and his eyes... his gaze is hypnotic and stirs a storm of battling emotions inside me. I have never in my life seen such beautiful eyes. My skin flushes and I feel heat consume me, invading my mind and my body like a wraiths poessesion.

"I have come for you, and for now that is all you need to know" he replies as he steps forward and sweeps me into his embrace.



My body collides powerfully with his. His strength pins me hard against him and I can feel his muscles flex with every breath we take. I try to look up to his face and his lips crush down onto mine, tempting me, coaxing my lips to open for him with his tongue. I am so confused by my attraction to him, the response he draws from me, my emotions for a man I do not even know. If a the general term of man as humanity knows it even applies to this one. I feel his hand upon my breast, squeezing it gently, then long nails softly teasing my flesh. My lips part and I surrender to him completely. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands explore my body. He moans, almost a deep growl, and the hem on my gown raises as he trails his fingers slowly up my inner thigh.



My body is shaking in anticipation. I lean into his touch urging him on, wanting him, needing him more than I have ever needed anything before. From the distance a loud banging interupts our solitude. I Hear him make an angry hissing noise, and he pulls away from me. The loss of his support sends me crashing into the opposite side of the window and I barely catch myself before I fall. Voices now, from just outside the room. I recognise my friends, my team members calling out to me from the front door. I look around in shock but my lover is gone. No trace of him left behind except the burning of my skin where he had touched. Again he has left me alone. And as I try to pull myself together to answer the door, I know that I can say nothing to these people I love so dearly. I only can only wait for him to come back to me and wonder what will happen from here........

A spooky House in the woods.

The day was wierd since that meeting with the stranger last night in the woods. Since awakening I had slowly recovered my stregnth and tried to carry on with my daily life. Life as a paranormal investigator is busy, no time for resting when cases lay upon the desk waiting to be attended too. No work, no paycheck. I still didn't remember exactly what went on the night before. Why was I naked in the middle of the woods and how had I gotten there? Why was I "saved" by this dark entity I saw, or for that matter what he had done to me before I lost my memories. My fingers involuntarily went again to my neck as these thoughts came to my mind. I could feel the scratch marks upon my body from the tree bark and my feet were sore from stumbling upon branches and stones.

A few things had come back to me but not much. A case file that had come in from an unknown source... simply stating directions to a 17th century abandoned plantation house now lost in the deep woods that had grown up around it.. and a letter claiming the house to be haunted and asking for an investigation. The only return address was a computer email asking that any correspondence be sent there, but several times I had sent questions and had recieved no responce. I remembered being facinated at the prospect of investigating this historical place where few others knew of, and trying to pull my team together to go out to it. No one had been avavilable, and though the general rule was never to go out alone, my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I didnt think just going out to find it would do any harm...

His voice was in my head all day beckoning me to come to him, to be by his side. This mystery man from the night before. As the day drew on so did the power of his summons and I felt I had to return to the woods, this house and the place where it all seemed to begin, hoping to find clues as to what was happening to me. After the long drive out of town limits and about 30 minutes of hiking through deep woods, I came to a large clearing and there sat the plantation house just as it had the night before. A magnificent home sporting its rich owners in its day, three stories tall, boasting large pillars from its wooden porching, and standing strong as a sentinal against time itself. A fortress of wealth and comfort from another century. This was as far as I had made it last night, or so I thought. This time my curiosity got the better of me, team or no team to go in with me, I decided I had to go inside. What would it hurt to take a peek inside as it was so obviously deserted... all the clues I needed might wait inside.

It must have been 6pm by the time I reached the porch. It was overcast and the sky looked dark and dull but even though the evening was yet early, the dense woods made it darker than it should be. I heard a coyote howl in the distance... or was it a wolf? Not a nice thought having to walk back out of these woods alone in the dark. I looked in my backpack and took out a flash light and snapped it on, the one tool we adventurers always carry with us. I pushed against the heavy wooden door and to my suprise it opened easily with out a groan or squeak of age. Inside was very dark, spooky looking with strange ancient muriels on the walls and red stains on the floor which resembled blood. I wondered what had happened here. I felt my fears well up at first but I knew I must go on. Somehow I was enthralled by all this. Digging again in my back pack I removed a few tools of my trade... my recorder for evps and my camera. I walked through the room slowly snapping pictures here and there. I clicked my recorder on.. spoke a brief summary of the date and location and began to ask questions to what ever entity might reside with in hoping to get a voice recording of an answer to my many questions. Suddenly my psychic nature came fully alive and I had a sense that I was being watched. Again I heard the whispers in my head. Some force drew my head to turn toward the corner of the room where a large stairway sat, ornatley decorated by its old oak banisters and wooden carved gargoyles at the end of each. With out thinking I dropped the camera and the recorder, hearing them crash onto the hard wooden floor. I was drawn towards the stairwell and began to slowly walk toward it, which in turn made me want to look up the stairs. My Flash light flickered off from somewhere behind me where I had set it down. When I looked up the stairs - there before my very eyes was a silloette of a man. Not an enity, not a mist, but full manifeted masculinity and sexuality staring down at me. His dark eyes looking into mine, the whispers in my head became louder and louder as his voice was in my mind.."come to me my darling love, come, it is your destiny."

Unable to resist, my body was drawn towards this stranger, his voice and glare so seductive, the blood in my veins pulsated as if a beacon had been activated. Before I knew it I was in his arms, looking straight into his dark eyes. His mouth went to mine and our lips met.. he kissing me as If I was the air he needed to breathe and I returning the favour. At this moment, nothing else mattered but him. I didnt care where I was or who or what he was. I wanted him... I needed him.. I would die with out him. It was intense as we both pushed each other against the walls kissing like crazed animals, his long nails running across my silken skin exploring my body. We ended up ripping each others clothes off and made love on the corridor floor, he as hungry for me as i was for him.The feelings coursing through me where sheer extasy.. it was fantastic and erotic. I had never experienced anything like this before and knew I would never be with any one else but him from this moment on. I had no idea who this creation of my every fantasy was, but it was as if I'd always known him and my mind, body, and soul were created simply to belong to him. From that moment I became his love, committing myself to what ever this was for all eternity. And I held on to him as I would life itself.. knowing that by morning he would be gone again.

Some thing has awakened me from my peaceful slumber. I stir restlessly now, memories flooding my mind... lying alone in my bedroom, the soft pillows caressing my face, the sleep closing in. My skin is damp and cold. I feel hard ground under my body, the tickle of leaves. My eyes open slowly to darkness and a foriegn place. I am in the woods, naked on a pile of moss, ancient trees shrouding the moon light barely shining above. I struggle to stand and gain my strength, clinging to the rough bark, feeling it scratch and tear my skin. I am so weak and I feel so strange... "where am I" I ask of no one and no one replies.

A passage through the trees lays before me, beconing me, drawing me. I stumble from the tree and make my way toward this place. I stop as feelings of danger enter my mind.. it is so dark there I can not even see the ground clearly, but I know I must go on. I feel what I need is waiting for me with in the darkness. That which I fear the most.. and that which will surely save me from this hunger.. this need I feel inside.

It over powers me and I find my self moving forward. Warnings still flashing through my concience telling me this is wrong but over ridden by some thing stronger, something irresistable. As I reach the end of my path, I see a tall figure standing near a stone alter. A man.. no not just a man. He is cloaked in black, his frame so masculine and radiating sexuality and animal lust. He holds out his hand patiently, as if he had been waiting eternity for me to come. His long black nails entrance me. His face so beautiful, his eyes mystic and dangerous holding with in them a promise of pain... a promise of pleasure. I pause but a moment, then reach for him. My need matching his as a man suffocating needs to breathe. He is my breath, the air I breathe, my very life...

I wake once more to a slamming door, my neighbors coming home late, too noisy as usual. I sit up in darkness, in my own bed, in my own room. My body trembles with sweat and cold. I feel wetness running down my shoulder and my fingers find my life blood flowing gently from my neck. I am so alone... i feel as though my soul has been retched from my body... my heart from my chest leaving me only this memory and the sound of his voice "you belong to me".

Where has he gone... My dark lord? And will my lonlinesss kill me before he returns???

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wayne
06:05 Nov 21 2009

awsome you are one awsome writer you had me entranced as i read

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