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The Homecoming
I started writing this for someone and it was meant to be smut. BUT... it just didn't want to go there. By the time I had "set the mood" for the story, it was obviously not going there. So... I am opening this up for interaction.
What I have written so far pretty much explains enough of what it is about.
So far, rating would be 13 I think. If anything graphic happens, I'll change that.
Here are my notes on things I THOUGHT about:
She was his first love, his first lover
Daughter of the stablemaster
Red hair, green eyes, she had bewitched him completely
His father had sent him away to avoid her
Stepmother is blonde, blue eyes.
Voluptuous beyond belief
Temptress had lured his father, had convinced his father to send him away.
Sex with the temptress and the daughter
But now there was another man
A tall, blonde man
He is a vampire
So are the women
They have sex
He is bitten.
He becomes like them and destroys them and is cursed to wander alone.
No need to keep to those ideas... just thought I would put them out.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald [/]
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The sky above him was black, moonless, unlit even by the faintest flicker of starlight. He rode alone through the forest. He had ridden through this forest more times than he could count. He had been away a long time. Five cycles of the earth had passed since he had last ridden this path. Yet even in the blackness of this unholy night he knew his way, as did the horse beneath him. It was his home, or rather, it was part of the grounds that surrounded his home. But never had it seemed quite this dark, quite this impenetrable. It made him strangely disoriented, made it difficult to tell up from down. And although he could surely feel the steady plodding of his horses hooves upon the hardened earth beneath him, it made him feel as though he were standing still in the middle of an endless black tomb. He shook his head against the confusion and spurred his horse onward. He could not afford to waste his time playing mind games with the night.
The summons had come unexpectedly. He had been lying contentedly in the arms of a tavern wenchand what delightful arms they had been!when the messenger had brought him word of the death of his father. As soon as he broke the seal he had recognized the hand. The light, evenly-spaced, elaborately looped writing could only belong to his stepmother. StepMOTHER! He laughed at the thought of that word being applied in any form to the wife of his father! She was barely older than he, and about as motherly a female as the whore whose bed he had shared! No, the Evil Temptress as he had called her when he had first been introduced to his fathers bride to be, would be called many things, but never motherly!
He grimaced in the darkness as his horse effortlessly picked his way along the path he could not even begin to see. The convenience of his fathers death struck him once again. A man of his strength and vigor would hardly succumb to a wasting disease! But so she had claimed in her letter to him. A letter, he might add, that it seemed she doubtedand perhaps even hoped--would actually reach him. For the messenger that had brought it to him had gone on and on about how kind her ladyship had been, cautioning him not to travel beyond a fortnights ride from the manor. And to turn around and return as soon as that fortnights time limit had been reached. For if the young lord was not to be found within that distance, it would be unlikely he would be found at alland no sense risking his life riding any further. How very kind her ladyship had been to consider the safety of a mere servant! As he rode through the blackness, he was struck by the thought that while his fathers death had doubtless been convenient to her ladyship, his own death would be even more expedient.
Abruptly, the forest ended and he found himself in a small clearing. The darkness had begun to lighten very slightly as the hour of the morning sun approached, but he could still only just barely make out the outlines of the ancient fortress before him. The battlements were silhouetted against the sky, their blackness almost indiscernible against the backdrop of the surrounding forest. He knew there to be a small lake below him, lying almost exactly half way between where he and his horse now stood and the castle entrance. On a moonlit night, the reflection in that lake would present a picture worthy of the finest canvass. But no moon yielded that reflection tonight. Yet still he felt strangely exhilarated. He was coming home. True, it was earlier than he had planned, but still, home was home. He smiled, all thoughts of the Evil Temptress banished from his head. For thoughts of another quickly filled his head, replacing all thoughts of anything else. He was coming homeand in that home was the most beautiful girl in the entire kingdomand beyond, he suspected! The lovely Verona! The mere thought of her brought a smile to his lips and heat to his loins.
He squeezed his legs lightly against the sides of his horse, urging him gently forward, his longing to be home filling him with eagerness. But the horse didnt move. For the first time since he could remember, Bollin refused his asking. He clucked softly and squeezed harder. But Bollin stood steadfast, not even flinching. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. He was not used to having his wishes refused. And Bollin had always behaved like an extension of himself, responding instantly to his merest thought. It was very unlike the creature to so blatantly ignore his commands. He dug his heels sharply into the horses sides, Ordinarily such an action would have resulted in Bollins leaping forward into a full out gallop. But instead, he only shifted nervously beneath him, blowing hot bursts of air from his flared nostrils.
Something was obviously wrong. He reached down to pat the big black horse on the neck, to reassure him that no hard feelings existed between them, not after all these years. As he leaned, his eyes strained to see in front of him, to see what petrified his horse into disobedience. The blow came from behind. And as he fell to the ground, he realized with a shock that he had not even sensed the presence of another.
He awoke to darkness, a darkness as black as he had left behind him in the forest. But this blackness was different.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald [/]
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It contained a coldness that was not of life, but death.
And somthing lingered on the very fringes of it that he did not wish to give image to.
for if it had an image, but the darkness with wich it cloaked it'self in,he could not tell.
"Twas not wise for you to return"the words were spoken quietly and menacingly,and it took him a moment to realize the they were not spoken aloud but in his head!
Chains pulled at his wrists and ankles as he struggled in the dark.
"What kind of sorcery is this? he raged,and this time it was coldly mocking laughter that ran through his head in painfull ripples of ice.
"Do you truly wish to know what I am?
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He pulled at the chains once more, the pain that burned in his wrists providing a momentary distraction from the pain in his head. Did he? He shivered involuntarily and immediately cursed himself for the perceived weakness of his response. He drew himself up, and felt the cold, damp wall press against his back. He leaned into the cold, forcing his body to accept it, to draw strength from it.
He turned his head slowly, his eyes straining to make out any shape, to catch any movementbut the blackness was absolute.
Show yourself! he demanded. Or is it that you take your courage from skulking in the shadows?
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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"when i deem you worthy enough to look upon my presence,then so shall you see me.But heed my warning,and heed it well.If you seek the vengance that blackens your heart your soul will be lost".
It spoke aloud this time, and the pain in his head almost drove him to his knees.
"Marie".
He hissed the word.Knowing it was she who had planned this.
Causing pain to others had always been the witch's favorite past-time.
How he wished he could get his hands around his stepmothers slender kneck!
Even as he thought the image, the pain was back, this time knocking him to his knees!
Ferocious in it's intensity.
"I will have my vengance" he swore as he went under, in a soothing darkness devoid of all pain.
"And I will have you" it whispered, and releasing the chains from the prone figure with a thought it was gone.
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Darrick, my love A soft voice whispered in his ear. It had been five cycles of the earth since he had last heard that voicebut had it been fifty cycles he would have remembered it as if it had been yesterday!
He tried to turn his head toward the source of that voice, toward the one he loved beyond all others, but he could not. The darkness held him close, its sweet, soothing embrace stilling his movements. He tried to open his lips, to call out her name, but even his lips were imprisonedpermitting only a soft moan to pass through them.
He felt a cool hand upon his brow. Shhh, my love, do not fight against this spell for it will only bring you pain. He heard her sigh. So many days I looked across the lake in hopes to see your silhouette on the horizon. So many nights have I dreamt of your return, dreamt of you lying in my armsonly to awaken to an empty bed.
He felt her lips brush his, felt the warmth of her body pass through him, driving away the cold. He struggled once more to stir his body, to make his arms reach out to her. No, Darrick, you must not. The pain will be unbearable! she warned. And as soon as the words brushed his lips, he felt a searing pain shoot through his head. His body shuddered, the pain temporarily releasing his body from its imprisonment, permitting it to feel every burning flash of pain. But it was short livedand he wondered at the mercy that he knew was unknown to his stepmother.
As if reading his thoughts, Verona spoke again. You see, she warns you! You know what she is capable of, Darrick! Her voice was urgent and he sensed the fear behind it. Oh, my love I have waited so long for you to return and now I must send you away! He felt her fingers in his hair. There are things here that are beyond the darkness. This is not the home you left. The very walls of this castle are imbued with evilit seeps through each crack, each crevice. It destroys everyone and everything it touches. You must leave, my love. You must fight every instinct, every urge that tells you to stay! It is too late for us, my dearest Darrickme, your father But you can still escape this hell!
He felt her lips brush his once more. I must leave you now. Hold me in your dreams, my belovedfor I can never again permit you to hold me in your arms.
He awoke with a start, the warm, soothing darkness abandoning him abruptly. He remained motionless for a moment, trying to catch the images of his dreams as they ran from his head. But all he could recall was the voice of his Verona speaking his nameand the feeling of her lips brushing his. He sighed and discovered his head ached beyond reason! He raised his hand to feel for a wound that would cause such pain, and was surprised to find his arms free from restraint. Finding no obvious damage to his skull, he sat up slowly, and nearly vomited from the spinning of the room around him. That was another thing that surprised him. He could see his surroundingsthe darkness was gone.
He closed his eyes and fought to still the spinning in his head. It slowed after a moment, and after a few more moments it passed altogether. He opened his eyes again. As he had struggled in the darkness, he had felt the walls of a dungeon against his back, felt the chains of a prison upon his wrists and ankles. Yet there was no mistaking this room! Everything was exactly as he had left it the morning his father had sent him away. The book he had been reading lay open upon the desk, the chair he had been sitting in when his father had entered the room still lay on the floor, where it had fallen when he had risen to face his father in rage. The broken pieces of the washbowlknocked from the small table in front of the windowwere still scattered over the floor. Even the coverlet on his bed was still rumpled and pushed asidea reminder of the restlessness of his dreams that last night five cycles ago. He ran his hand slowly over the bed sheet, then leaned down and pressed his face against the fine linen. He inhaled deeply. Even her scent still lingered where she had lain.
This was surely madness! He shook his head to try to clear what could only be an illusion from his head, but the sharp pain that momentarily blinded his eyes did nothing to dispel the images surrounding him. With a groan, he stood up. He found his feet surprisingly steady as he made his way to the door. He turned instinctively toward the dresser, wanting a glimpse of himself, wanting to see if he looked anything like he felt. But the mirror was gone! He glanced swiftly around the roomlooking for any other signs that he had NOT stepped back in time five cycles, that time had indeed passed within this room. But everything else was exactly as he remembered. Yet the mirror was gone. He stood there, considering the oddity of this one deviation when the door suddenly opened.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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Falling back a step in both surprise and fear,he tensed.
Slowly reaching for his dagger he swore softly as he found it gone.
The creature at the door remained silent.
Amber eye's unblinking, the wolf watched and waited.
Sleek blonde fur coated it's powerful frame.
One leap and it would be on him, and without a weapon he didn't stand a chance against it.
Despair filled him, and an impotent rage at whatever force was making his life hell.
Sitting down heavily on the end of the bed, he buried his face in hands that remained steady even in fear.
Surprise had him quickly getting to his feet again, as a wet nose nuzzled his jaw.
"What the..
words failed him as the wolf continued to stroke it's face against his thigh.
Cautiously he rubbed a hand over it's kneck, relaxing a little as he began to think that mayby, just mayby he wasn't going to turn into dinner after all.
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The wolfs ears were thrown back, its tail down, tucked between its legs. It looked up at him and let out a soft, whimpering sound as it licked his hand. He sighed and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He let the wolf lick his hand for a moment then slipped his fingers under its muzzle and raised it slightly.
You are a beautiful one, arent you? he spoke softly, looking into the wolfs eyes. The wolfs amber eyes met his, unblinking. He frowned slightly. In all his days he had never known a dogand a wolf was essentially a highly developed dogto meet a humans gaze directly. Yet this one had not only met his, but was holding it. Very odd He ran his hand along its soft muzzle and was rewarded for his touch with another gentle lick of his hand. He smiled.
You know, when I first saw you, I thought you had in mind to make me your dinner! He laughed shortly. And believe it or not, THAT might have actually have turned out to be the highlight of my day!
It seemed to sigh as it sat back on its haunches and rested its head on his thigh. Darrick smiled at the wolf. Yes, that is how I feel right now. Things are very strange around here. Nothing seems quite right. And I starting to doubt my senses.
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from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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The sun was beginning to set.
Standing at the parlour window he watched as day passed slowly into night.
The small fire he'd made earlier still crackled cheerily in the hearth, with the wolf laying curled on the floor asleep.
Nothing felt real.
He'd wandered the halls as if dreaming.Bittersweet Memories asailing him at every turn.
Confusion had soon set in as he'd come to realize he and the wolf were the only inhabitants.
How had he come to be here? And were was Marie?
She'd lusted for the land, going as far as to marrying a man old enough to be her father.
Frowning he turned to the fire....
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