Honor: 116 [ Give / Take ]
7 entries this month
23:30 May 30 2023
Times Read: 331
“Wake up.” A small tap on the shoulder makes him shift in the bed. “Wake up little boy.” He opens his eyes and she steps back into the bedroom. He blinked, trying to understand what he was seeing.
She stood in the shadows, her gray hair long and straight. She wore a long brown sweater that fell well pass her hips. Under it was a white blouse with a fluffy lace front. A long thick gray skirt hit below her knees. Thick sock covered her legs, bagging at the ankle above some black thick sole shoes. “There you are. I wonder when you was going to wake up.” She put the large knitting bag on the bed. “Who are you?” he asked, still waking.
“You wanted me to play your mother, remember?” She turned, showing off her baggy clothes. “I dressed the part. And you said nothing sexual, so… here I am.” He sat up, the man size PJ’s he wore had cartoon turtles on it. “Mommy?”
She smiled, patting his check. “Now- let’s start. You slept half the night away, lazy boy.” He moved, pushing the blanket up but she stop him with a touch of her hand, a sigh. “Let’s see to that dirty diaper first, yes?” She pulled out of the bag an adult diaper.
He smiled, loving this game. He pushed the blanket aside as she handed it to him. “Now- as you don’t want your Mommy to see all…” She waved her hand to his hips. “.. that, how about just putting it on over your PJ’s little boy.”
She watched, giving encouragements “Yes, just like that. You are such a good boy for Mommy.” Once he laid back, the diaper on over his pants, she pulled out a roll of duct tape. “Let’s make sure it doesn’t leak, shall we?” He gave a look of doubt, but she moved quickly. He was duct taped into the diaper, and she taped his wrist together too as he tried to stop her.
She smiled, looking down at the grown man taped up good and tight. “Now. That is just the way I like my boy.” She pulled out a blinky. He smiled, opening his mouth. She smiled back, then pulled out a ball gag. “Let’s up this game, shall we?” Even with twisting his head, she was able to put it in his mouth.
She patted his check again, harder this time. “Do you know I never wanted a child?” She put the tape back in her bag, along with sweater. “It’s true. I have only changed one diaper in all my life.” She pulled off the wig, her curls bouncing free, adding it to her bag.
“I am so very not kid friendly.” She pulled off her clothing as she spoke, baring her body in a black cat suit, a plumper version. “I mean- I make kids cry. It’s my gift- the little snot noses know I don’t like them. Anyone who knows me understand you never ask me to babysit. I would never hurt a child, just clearing that up. I would defend a child, of course”
She moves to sit on the side of the bed, rolling off the thick hoses, pulling off the chunky shoes. “Not ever woman has that mother’s drive. I am one such woman.” She pulled out black boots, high heels. “So when I heard about the troll who was asking woman to be an adult male’s mommy, I had to say I was… well, really?” she patted him on the chest. “Now don’t get me wrong.”
She zips on the boots, and stood. “I’m all for what gets you off, what you enjoy, but really they have sites that cater to this kind of thing. A vampire site? Really?” She pulls out a black cape, putting it on, moving her curls as she raise a hood to cover up. She grabs the full bag, turning toward the shadows. “Just saying- you might want to rethink this. What if I was a 13 years old girl? How would your mother react to what you are doing?”
She steps forward, then stop, snapping her fingers. “I almost forgot. You wanted a game, right?” She turned back to him, and leaned in. “I was thinking hide and seek, with you hiding, and me not seeking.”
She placed the bag on the bed, bringing her hands up to cover his eyes, her voice changing to a deep growl, haunting. “But then I was thinking Peek a Boo.” When she removed her hands, her eyes were black, her teeth in double layers, sharp and black. She snapped her teeth at him, growling, as her mouth expanded in size. He fought, the ball gag not allowing him to do much more then moan.
She stepped back in the shadow, bag in hand. “Now we understand each other.” She growled, and disappeared into the darkness.
16:24 May 28 2023
Times Read: 386
She pulled the black velvet cape closed, the cool night air seeping into her body. The sounds of the night keep in time with her footsteps as she walked, deeper and deeper into the woods. She felt the need to seek the darker side, the part that even the moonlight would not shine on.
As she moved, the cape trailing on the ground pulling the dead leaves aside, she hummed a little tune she had known since childhood. An old nursey rhyme her mother to use to sing to her, the words softly spoken. “Sleep my child, close your eyes and rest. For if you are awake when he comes, you will feel only dread.”
She hears a swish to her left, turning to see nothing but shadows shifting in the trees. She quickens her steps as she goes even deeper into the darken woods. The path she had been following becomes less noticeable, till it just ends at a fallen log blocking her way.
Another sound to her left pulls her eyes as she turns her head toward it. A flash of red? What was there? She sits on the log, swings her legs over, knowing she was not safe here. Would the woods open into a clearing? Should she turn back? She sat, letting the rest of the nursery rhyme finish a she debated. “He will take you away, into the dark. A walk into the netherworld you will take.”
He spoke from behind her, softly. “But would the child ever return?” he asked. She smiled, her fear leaving her as she knew the Boogeyman had arrived. “I don’t know, I always tried to be asleep before he came.” She rose from the log, tugging her cape off the moss covered bark, and walked forward.
She feared nothing now, that he was here. She wonders when the song had become one of comfort, not fear in her life. “No visits tonight?” He asked her, the voice with a hint of laughter. “No, I just wish to enjoy the darkness. It alone can bring me a peace like nothing else.”
She walked onward and stops at another fallen log, this time at the edge of a hill that slop downward. She turned to speak to the boogeyman when a darken shadowy of a man step up to her, his hands outstretched, grabbing at her. She steps backward, the tree stopping her fall, a soft scream in fear.
A sword came out of the darkness and she heard that swoosh sound she has heard so many times when she visits the darkness. The man, more a vapor then anything, dissolved into a dark mist. She watched as it floated down, gliding toward the ground.
She watched as it floated forward and joined the shadows gathered in one place. She saw blackness. But this blackness was different. She let her eyes travel upward for the dark masses swirling at his feet. Up the black muted color armor. She watched as he slides the sword back into the scabbard at his waist.
“Are you alright?” She let her eyes travel upward, seeing the flashes of red in his chest, at his upper arms. Up to see the black helmet, only the voice spoken in the small opening. “Are you alright?” He asked again, reaching out a hand but she pulled back, unnerved by all the shadows that surround him, twisting in mindless fog, faces coming in and out of the mist. At his feet, at the sides of his body.
“What are they?” she asked, holding her cape together with hands that had a slight tremble to them. He steps backward, into the darkness but she would not let that happen now. “No, wait.” She steps forward and he spoke again. “They are the ones people leave behind.” His tone harsh, unfriendly.
She stops, her hands stilling as she took the information in. The boogeyman. This was him. But what if the rhyme was wrong? What if… the sword… how he protected her. “You don’t drag misbehaving children into the netherworld.” A soft laugh gave her the answer she seeks. She rolled her eyes at giving into the silly childhood song.
“Come” He said, and she noticed when he walked, the mist of darken … spirts? … floated at his feet. She wrapped her arms around her waist under the cape, the cold chill coming off him, as he leads the way to the left had her shivering. “Leave behind?” She asked him, seeing his head turning to the left, slowly to the right. She glanced into the woods as she followed him, now seeing the shadows leaping from tree to tree, moving among the trees. How had she never noticed the before?
“Darkness. The thoughts and dreams of others.” “And you?” she asked him, but no answer came. She watched as he pulled his sword, swiping at a shadow woman that had sprung out from behind a tree, trying to reach for her. This time she was not afraid, and he returned the sword to his belt as the black vapor was added to the mist at his side. “Why do they gather to you? Instead of returning to…” She motions with her hand the woods, the many others. “Come.” He said, turning back to leading the way.
Soon the woods opened up and see saw him stopping at the tree line. Did he bring her back to her world? She took several steps to the right of him, giving the mist that surround him a wide space. She steps around a thick oak tree and touched it with her hand, looking to see why he had stop.
It was an opening, yes. But it was not her home. A dim moonlight barely shined with the clouds covering it. A small rise contained a castle of sorts. Below it was a river, like a black mirror really as the water so black and still. He steps forward and the mist moved off him, floating over the boulders, rocks, as they slinked toward the black glass. She watched as they disappeared, floating into the water with barely a ripple.
He stood, looking upon this place. “You can come out now.” She jumped at his words, thinking he had forgotten her. “Is this your home?” she asked, gently stepping toward him onto the rocky land on the edge of the black water. “As much as any would be.” He said. She leaned against a boulder, looking at the stalk home of black stones. No light, no life of grass or trees. Even the forest is dead, like a winter season. But this place, this place was barren and bleak. And it, in a way, was beautiful to her. Like he was. She turned to him, giving him her full attention, only a few steps behind him now.
“What are you?” she asked yet again, her voice more demanding than before. His hand went to his sword hilt, and he turned his face to her side so she could see he was paying attention to her. “You know what I am, my dear. You have always known.” She turned her face to the water, and let her mind take in what she had learned tonight.
“You are a keeper. A sentry?” He gave a nod of his head, turning his head back to look at his home. “They are drawn to the light of others. When you and others visit the darkness, it is my duty to contain the dark you leave behind. But the darkness always wants the light. They seek to take the light.” He did not tell her that her light was one of the brightest. And the he was even drawn to it.
“Well… that sucks.” She said, and he gave a soft chuckle. “You need to return to your world now.” He warned her. She knew this to be true. The darkness had grown in her these last few years. Was it age? Was it the loss of so many loved ones? She was not able to look for that answer right now in her life. But the darkness had called to her like never before in her life these days. And it was too tempting to stay.
She turned toward the way they came. “Thank you for showing me this.” He did not speak but followed behind her along the way back. She let her hands travel long the trees, touching them as she went along. Silly, but she wishes she had bread crumbles to leave a trail so she could come back. Why had he showed her this? A part of himself no other knew, she was sure of it.
At the tree on the cliff, she turned toward her home. He moved alongside her now, and she smiled. “Your choice to show me your home, to let me see you… why?” she asked him as they walked along the darkness. She noticed he was always watching the woods, his hand on the sword hilt. Power just radiated off of him, in a way. Dark and dangerous.
He did not answer her but she let him stay silent. He was not the man to rush, to demand answers from. He had given her so much tonight, she should count herself lucky and leave it be. He would either share or not- she knew this about him. Like pulling teeth she thought, and smiled. But she did not grow frustrated at him. She understood the need to keep to oneself. The mask grows heavy to wear. Strong and dark, in his own way, he seemed to relish his armor. She was drawn to that part of him. Inner strength, silent power, drew her like a moth to a flame in the dark.
At the fallen tree, she lifted her cape to sit, climb over but he only moved, lifting her into his arms, her hood falling to show her soft curly hair. He looked down at her, then leaning over the tree to placed her on the other side. Stun, she looked into his eyes inside the helmet, as she let her hands travel along his strong arms as he placed her on the ground. Eyes that showed the black mirror like the lake, her own reflection staring back at her. She pulled her hood back up as she watched him placed a hand on the tree and leaped over it, his armor clinking in the dark.
She turned to walk on and he took his place next to her. “You will not answer me, will you? Why you have shown yourself to me.” She could not help herself from asking again. Her only answer was a deep chuckle. “And take all the mystery away?” he joked with her. She gave an un-lady like huff and cuss word as he laughed. She smiled, glad he had taken joy from her actions, giving this noble guard more than the darkness he lived in.
They walked on in silence, him only having to draw his sword once more. She watched as the mist moved toward his feet, becoming part of his armor in a way. She noticed the shadows were staying back from them now. Is that because he was with her? “They are not as powerful closer to the portals.” He said, almost reading her mind. She glanced over to him, seeing the crest he wore upon his chest. She couldn’t make out the image, but the blood red was unmistakable.
“You need to stay out of the deep forest, unless I am with you.” He tells her as they moved along. He stops, turned his head toward something she could not see. “You need to go.” She stated, knowing someone else needed his protection. “I do.”
He turned toward her, saying “You will be safe the rest of the way, my Lady.” He bowed to her, moving swiftly into the woods.
She spoke softly after him. “Stay safe Boogeyman.” “They fear me, not the other way around.” Floated back to her, his voice carrying that inner strength. Her smile grew as she went toward her portal, knowing he was strong enough to handle whatever came at him. As was she now. As always the darkness gave this to her. Maybe her own light feed off the darkness.
She folded her cape, leaving it on the stone, and step into her darkened bedroom. Leaving the knight, the boogeyman, to his duties.
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17:22 May 20 2023
Times Read: 472
She enters the darken room in complete silence. He sat at his desk, the computer screens in front of him holding his full attention. She glided forward, a dark shadow in the room of shadows.
“I see you… you went here, and gave honor. I can tell.” He clicked away, speaking to himself in a hush voice, but still full of the power he felt at his control over knowing the places she went to, visited on the site. How he will use that information to take her control away, to make her fear him. Power… over women that he sees a weak, stupid and plaything.
She watched over his shoulder as he typed out a message, telling her what he knew. He hit the send tab, smiling. “Is that supposed to make her afraid? She asked, her own voice barely above a whisper. He turned in his chair quickly, eyes wide at the shadow figure in front of him. All in black, the hood covering most of her face but for the red lips. “So we meet, do we?” He smiled, leaning back in his chair.
“Seems we do.” She said, moving backward a little into the shadows. He could make out her shape, but that was all. “No need to hide. I know you, who you are.” “I am sure you do, I have never hidden it.” He leans forward, hands clasp at his knees. “I know who you REALLY are.”
A laugh of pure joy comes from the shadow, but this time to his right. How did she move so quickly? He turned his chair toward that sound. “Oh child, a simple google image search would find that information. Even I could do such a simple task. If I was afraid of being found, I would of taken step to keep it from happening.”
He frowns, no liking that he couldn’t intimidate this woman. “Then you know I can ruin you.” He threatens her. A cold energy comes in a wave, hitting him center mass. His chair was leaned backward till the desk stop him, and she was on him. She climbs into his lap, her hand going to his throat. “If you know who I am, then you know my history. How I was raised.” He blinked, stun at the power coming off her as she spoke in a deep voice, her eyes lit by an inner fire, her hand a cold vise at his neck. “You know I was raised in a ‘man’s’ world, by a strong fierce woman. And the ideal of a man like you ruining me... is a joke."
She smiled, her teeth sharp. “And you know when we first meet, it didn’t take me long to see the game. You were reaching above your skill set with me.” She leaned in, whisper into his ear, cold breathe. “When you use AI for everything you do, it just shows you don’t possess the knowledge you see yourself of having, the imagination. Dare I say- the balls even.”
He started to push at her, but she moved off him before he could touch her. She turned her back to him, still speaking. “You pick the ones who will fall for the lines, the…” She turns to him, her teeth back too normal. “…ones who are a weaken state. And you chat them up, giving them what they need. A soft word here, a caring sentence there. Attention, logging in to see if you had reply. Taking in all the information they give, which only gives you more ways to control them emotionally.”
“Then when they don’t do as you ask, when they see breaks in your story and start to think something is wrong, you are not who you say you are, then you sell how powerful you are. Try to take control on them in that world.” She points to the computer screen.
“You put fear into them, telling of how you use to be a person in power, telling them you can see all.” She turned her face to the side, and he knew… he knew this wasn’t a woman to play with. “When in fact- you have no power.” “We will see.” He said, not so sure of his knowledge now.
She shrugs, the black cape she was wrap in moving softly. “We will. But I know two things you do not.” She faced him, soft glow to her eyes again. “First is you are being watched.”
She steps back into the shadows, and he asked. “What is the second?” Out of the darkness a voice comes, full of the inner power of a strong woman, his greatest fear. “That these women are not alone. And they are learning of your games. They are growing stronger with our help. We will lead them out of the fear you are putting them in, and back to the powerful goddess each of them have inside of them. Because we do have the power you only play at having.”
A laugh, of pure evil. “And all the power you have comes from a keyboard. They will learn this. And you, little man, will be nothing to them. As you always were, truly. Nothing but words on a screen. As so many are.”
“Your power is only based on the keyboard as well!” He said, and she laughed again. “If you believe that, then you have never meet a truly strong woman. My power is in myself. I don’t need a man behind the screen to attempt to take my inner strength, knowledge, and wisdom. You are ones the strong women will laugh at. And a strong man will shake his head in shame. Understand this if nothing else.”
He felt the energy leave the room, and he turned back to his computer, logging out.
19:59 May 13 2023
Times Read: 516
He woke slowly, the dim glow from the electronic on his desk casting the room in a shadow. He yawns, rubs his hand on his beard, wondering what time it was. He glanced toward his phone on the nightstand, reaching when a shadow moved at the foot of the bed. He jerked his hand back, looking into the darkness cast in that area. A person wrapped in blackness step forward. “Hello Eric” she said in a softy voice. He sat up, the blanket and sheet that covered his bare chest falling downward to his hips. “What?” Was he dreaming?
She steps forward a small step, held her hand out to him, then curled her red painted fingers tips, the snap of her fingers filled the quiet room. The blackness uncovered her and she stood. His dream woman- A lace dress that only hit just above her thighs, clung to the tall tone body, a black leather thick belt loop loosely around her waist. The long black hair shined silky even in the dim light. Under the lace dress she wore a black leather bra pushing up full ripe looking breast and only a small patch of leather covered her between her legs. Black leather boots came up to just above her knees, as she stood, letting him take it in. “Am I dreaming?”
Pale skin made only paler by her dark hair, the red lips smiled. “It is your fantasy. I told you I could make your dreams come true.” Those smiling lips turned into a sexy pout. “You don’t remember?” She steps forward again and he reached for the light on the nightstand. “No, keep it dark.” She ordered him in a deeper voice, and he looked to see her eyes, eyes he could not tell the color of in the dark, was giving off a soft red glow. “I can’t see you.”
She moved, coming to lean down on the bed at his feet. “Can you see me now?” He could. She had a nose stud of a small red gem that glowed like her eyes had. Ruby? She flips her hair over her shoulder with a swing of her neck, and he looked down at the creamy ivory breast spilling out if the leather. She moves her hands on the bed, sliding them upward toward him. He could see her arms, and gave a soft moan. Tattoos. He loved tattoos on a woman. He could see a vine, with thrones, moving up her one arm, starting at her wrist and ending on her upper arm with a bloody rose. The other had an image he could not make out, but it looked like a helmet the old knights use to wear, shades of red mixed in with the black.
“Do you remember now?” “Yes” he said breathless. If this was a fucking dream, don’t wake me. He watched as she slowly crawled up the bed and his body was starting to show its appreciation. She licked her lips as she stops at his hip area, seeing the reaction. Damn she had a red stud tongue piecing. Her eyes turned a reddish glow, soft. Like her voice. “I see the fantasy you wish for is working?” He leaned back onto his elbows, waiting to see what she would do next. He laughed and she turned her lowered her head, her hair covering her face. “You could say that.” A low growl? Was she growling? Before he could do more then ask that in his head, she lifted her head, the hair falling to the side. A soft look came over her face as she moved onward, her mouth opening as she played with the stud with her teeth, teasing him.
“Yeah, come on babe.” He said, moving his head back to the pillow as she straddled his hips, moving toward his face. He noticed as he wraps his hands around her thin waist he had another tattoo that was at her hip. It was words, but they flowed down and backward behind her body. “I believe you wanted me to drink?” His eyes came up to her softly glowing ones. “Yes. Oh yeah” She had to feel how his body was getting primed. The ideal of her fangs sinking into his neck, while she rode him… he moved a hand to pull back the cover but she stopped him with a cold touch of her own. “Not yet.” Why not? This was his dream. He looked up as she sat upward, removing the belt from her waist, giving him a grin. “Trust me?”
He frowned but then, when she held out her hand for his, he got on board. Yeah, he could do a little bonding. “Why do you ask?” He asked, giving her his hand. She then tied a loop around it, moving to add his other wrist from her waist. Before she was allowed he slap her ass, hard. She growled a sound of an animal, lifting her face upward to the ceiling. Damn that was sexy. Once she took a deep breath, those boobs straining the leather and lace, he gave her his other wrist when asked for it. She leaned forward, her body on his, as she moved his hands up to the headboard. “Do I need to tie you, or can you hold on for the ride?” He grins at her, liking the sound of that. He grips the headboard top edge, and smiled at her. “Do as you want.”
She smiled, looking down at his body, his chest. He thrust upward with his hips and she laughed. “Now don’t waste the thrusting.” She moved quickly, within a second she was at his ear, her cold breath caressing his ear as her fingernail found a hard nipple to flick.
“You wanted me to ride you, while I feed?” She teased his ear lobe with her tongue, the stud like a little hot coal. He closed his eyes, thinking of other places she would use it on him. Her tongue licked at his neck, just below the ear, and he her move, sitting up. Her eyes were a deeper red now, glowing a dark shade, almost like the red of blood. She opened her mouth and fangs appeared. The sexy fangs out of her canines. She slowly came back to his neck, and he felt the fangs rake his skin, and he could not stop his hip from thrusting upward. As it was instinct for a vampire to feed, his body instinct was to take this woman.
That is when he felt the tug, but no, she wasn’t feeding. Why wasn’t she… she moved her face so she was looking into his. Now her eyes were black, the sexy fangs gone. “What was it you said, about your eyes?” She moved her hands quickly, holding his face in a tight grip with both her hands. “To ride you till your eyeballs came out?” She pushed down, right under his eyeballs with those red nails, pushing upward with her nails, putting pressure, causing him pain.
He screamed, knowing she could blind him if he did not stop her. He brought his arms down, tugging at the belt too free his hands but she stopped him by grapping the end and tighten it even more, wrapping the belt around her hand, and tug his arms to the side, holding him there. “Enough pressure and I could pop them out, right now.” She leaned into his neck on the other side, and licked upward from his collar bone to his ear. “But I will leave them, such pretty things.” said in a playful dark voice.
He jerked at his arms, to get them free but the belt was too tight to slip out of. Damn, her felt wetness on his face, running into the inside of his eyes. Blood? She made him bleed? What the hell? She bites at his earlobe, her hips moving in a hard circular movement. “Mmmm… I could play with so much more than your eyes.” And she was, shifting her hips till the sheet blanket hurt against the sensitive skin. “I want to wake up now” he whispers, this fantasy not his. Her soft words grew deeper, more powerful. “But you are in my nightmare now.” She moved so fast, faster than any human ever could. His hands were lifted again, this time so she can pull the bed covering away, showing her his briefs. And the body part she had been rubbing on.
His hands were down at her hip as she stood beside the bed now, holding the belt end still. He thought to stand but she put a knee on the bed, shoved him back down with a hand to his chest. A chest that now showed crawl mark at his nipple, bleeding.
His left eye clouded, turning the room red. She reached between his legs and he gave a low scream of fear. “Femoral Artery. It runs from here… to here.” She ran a sharp nail from his upper thigh near your groin, down to the back of his knee. He jerked, raising his knee. She laughed, her black eyes glowing in the dark “That is my preferred place to feed, if you had asked.”
This was no vampire. “What are you?” He asked, fear at how this would end. She let the belt go, and he rushed too free his hands as she moved toward the bottom of the bed, the boots heels sinking into the carpet on the floor. He wiped at his eyes, blood coming off on his hands. In a reddish haze, he watched her walk into the shadows, seeing what looked like a wolf tattoo on her back under the lace.
“I am only what you asked me to be.” She steps into the shadows, and with a cold blast of wind her last works came to him, spoken in that darker deep tone "Till I am not.” He reached to turn on the lamp, turning to see no one in the room.
19:22 May 06 2023
Times Read: 566
The portal open and he stand there, all in black with a touch of red to represent his calling. He looks about the room, seeing the dark heavy drapes that blocked out even the fullest of moon light.
He steps into her bedroom, and the portal closes behind him, locking out the darkness he watches over. Glancing around the room he sees the dark furniture and artwork that represents her Witch side.
He steps up to her bed, looking down at the bare face above the blanket pulled up to her chin. One arm under her pillow, stretched outward to the headboard as she laid on her stomach. He grins to see her other hand under her chin, tucked.
She shifted in the bed, her legs moving under the blanket that covered her, and he step backwards. She was able to sense he was here, the darkness. He should go, let her sleep but before he could turn away, she reached her arm out from under her chin, hand open. As if reaching for him in her dream.
He moved away, going toward the portal, knowing he would never join her in the light. His place, his calling was in the darkness. She would visit him soon enough, he refused to add to her needs for the cold darkness that he lived in.
The boogeyman step back into the darkness as the portal opens, never looking backward. It closes, and a few minutes later she shifted again, hand going back under her chin as she went back to dreaming of darker things in the nighttime.
09:15 May 02 2023
Times Read: 618
She steps into the darkness as the portal closes behind her. With a small grin on her face she starts her walk back to her own portal, to her light. She moves quickly as this place, the true darkness of her as well as many others, can be dangerous. Animals calls as she hears them moving about. Some quite large, human sounding. Was that footsteps? A cry of pain made her look behind her, as she rushes along. As a coldness surrounded her, she gave herself an inner lashing for coming out into the darkness. But it had called to her, these last few years more so.
He speaks out of the night. “Why do you play with them?” She stops, her hands that grip the black velvet cape she wears lifting it as she stomped her foot on the ground. “You know I hate when you do that!” His soft chuckle comes from all around. The boogieman always found her funny it seems. But she smiled, her fear and anger gone from the scare of him. She moved more slowly now, knowing he walked with her. The darkness wasn’t so scary when he was with her.
He had a way about him. She told the truth to the child she visited tonight. You could feel it with the boogieman. Even when he chuckled at her, she knew he was not laughing at her. True inner strength of this man would not allow that. And that, to her, was one of his many powers. He was who he was, not who others made him. He did not speak to make himself powerful, nor did he have to belittle ones for the same reason.
No footsteps sounded but she knew he was with her, as she knew he would not be seen. That is not how the boogieman is. His place is in the shadows, as he watches. In a way he was strongest here. She moves onward, and his voice floats to her in the night air. “You did not answer my question.”
She looked toward her right, his voice coming from the night only to feel a movement to her left. She turned her head quickly, but seeing nothing. Like a ghost in the night, he stayed unseen. She gave a sigh, and looked upward into the tree tops. No moon, no stars. Just darkness. Emptiness.
“You know why.” She only said, then she moved on, her cape pulling the dead leaves on the ground along with her as she step up to her own portal. She took the cape off, the black long dress of her darkness attire covering her from head to toe. She looked around, trying to see the boogieman, thinking to say goodbye.
She felt safe for those few minutes he walked with her, keeping her company. But in a way, he was always with her, part of the darkness she carried inside her between her visits here. She laid the folded cape on a fallen tree next to her portal and step inside, going back into the light. The black velvet dress that covered her from head to toe shifted into the jeans and t-shirt she wore in this place. She waved at a friend, smiling as she paused to talk as the portal closed.
He stood in the shadows, stepping toward the portal only after it closed, watching as she moved about in the light. How she took on the cute funny Rat most knew. He touched her cape, and knew why she came into the darkness.
The same reason why he stayed in the darkness. He steps back from the light. His place was the darkness, to guard and protect. As he placed his hand on his sword’s hilt, he turned as a large sound came from the darkness.
He would protect her when she gave into her darkness, visited his world. It is what he was made for, lived for. He would see that the creators of the night did not latch onto her as she dealt with her own darkness, leaving it behind. It was what she needed to be in the light.
And it was why he never was seen, in that light. A guardian, he steps forward to fight the fight of the darkness she and other’s left behind.
It was the calling of the boogieman.
07:45 May 02 2023
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Some early mornings, or the middle of the night depending on what you call 2:00 a.m., the call of the darkness is at it's peak.
Mind filled with days of old.
And I toss and turn, knowing I have lost my way.
A weaker soul.
Claimed by a side of her she keeps barred most days.
But the night. It slips in and has its ways.
It is on those nights that she feels the darkness as a friend.
COMMENTS
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Kookieplayz
23:43 Jun 01 2023
Wowzer
Vodka
16:01 Jun 05 2023
LOL....duct tape is such a useful little thing isn't it! Next time you could always use a penis ballgag...it is just an oversized binky right???
LadyVampir
15:13 Jun 07 2023
LOL
I could!