Meltdowns and WoW

So the past two weeks I've been suffering from meltdowns. Yeah I go into the fetal position and start crying, sobbing even and just wishing I could just be at home with many of the people that I love....but there is a slight problem with that....
I have quite a few friends who play WoW...I used to and I don't anymore....nor do I have much of a desire to ever start up again. Because I know if I start playing I'm going to do something to piss off some super serious player that takes WoW way too seriously and then I'm going to get angry and shut down and leave causing other people to go "what the fuck".
Now WoW isn't necessarily a bad thing but I honestly think people take it WAY to seriously and its like...have we forgotten that it is just a game?
It seems to me a lot of people have.
Which is one of the biggest things that bothers me.
And its addicting. Trust me I know...and sometimes I think that people play it to the point of insanity.
Also I can NEVER get a hold of anyone when they are sucked into Azeroth.
That is something that bothers me.
Yeah I'm like three hours away from a lot of people but still.When someone is on WoW and I need/want to get a hold of them for some reason or other it is DAMNED near impossible to get a hold of them. Which is an issue. I mean what if I am having an emotional breakdown or I'm in trouble and I really need someone to talk to and I can't get a hold of them? No wonder I bottle things up and keep a wall around me sometimes. I mean I have had so many fucking meltdowns these past two weeks and I've only told my friends about one. Mostly because I can hardly get a hold of them.
When that happens I feel like I am just not important or that WoW is more important than a human being. Yeah I know there is work and what not and that is understandable...but WoW? Seriously?
Maybe I'm just being a selfish spoiled little person who get sad when she doesn't get attention...
Yeah...that's it...I'm just a fucking selfish and I pout and get angry when people aren't paying attention to me...
Yup that about sums it up.

Smut. Yay.

He lay there upon her bed - the mattress itself was of goose down and the pillows as well but the quilt had been hand made from the finest silks – nude, as nude as he was the day he was born. Short dirty blonde hair fanned across the pillows. The bastard casted about the room, only to find a young lady standing at the open window, undressing from her blue, grey, and black clothing. Beneath the tightly clad clothing was pale flesh, scarred and branded, some thin some thick but they spanned across her back and paused just above her buttocks. They were rounded and muscled connected to long toned and slender legs, which also adorned scars. There was a brand on her neck. No, not a brand, a tattoo. It was of an eye, an all seeing eye that had the body of a fish with a small flame for the iris and what appeared to be water droplets for the lashes. On her left shoulder were tribal tattoos that extended up to her neck and down to her forearm, they even graced her scarred shoulder blade. They appeared to be tendrils in the shape of a dragon that made their home upon her flesh. Slowly she removed the cowl and scarf she wore over her face and pitched it with the rest of her clothes. Long curly brunette tresses cascaded down her scarred back and she turned to him ice blue eyes shining. Her lips were rather plump, a pale pink color, and curved into a smile. Such perfect lips blemished by a scar on the left side, a thin scar that looked like it could have been from a knife. Her cheekbones were high and donned with rosy cheeks. Icy blue eyes twinkled when she smiled at him. She then turned to the prisoner upon the bed and approached him, curved hips swaying with every step she took. He took note of a scar across her chest and the small brand upon her left hip. It was the letter ‘B’ fancily drawn and encircled. Her breasts were perfectly rounded, nipples perky and eager or attention. Also there were multiple scars on her right arm starting from below the wrist up to her shoulder. Even looking at her stirred heat in his loins, and he cursed himself when his member began to rise to attention. Her smile grew wider as she stood beside the bed, hands upon her hips as she eyed him fully. He appeared much older than her but his body was still well muscled, his chest and belly had a medium layer of hair adorning it but it came thicker below the navel and around his rather thick and long length. Even his legs had a medium layer of hair upon them. Her eyes trailed up to his handsome face, he looked to be about middle aged, maybe a little younger but not nearly old enough to be her father. Slender delicate fingers trailed over the dirty blonde beard upon his face as her icy blue eyes met his green blue ones. The man released a shuddering breath as her fingers traced over his lips gingerly.

“Fiore…” he breathed.

“Shhh Master Raoul. Just enjoy yourself.”

Her lips spread into a smile as she leaned down to kiss him her soft lips brushing against his, a hand cupping his bearded cheek. His own calloused one pressed against her chest right above one of her supple breasts gently nudging her away.

“No Fiore…” He said.

“Your lips say one thing Master…but your penis says another.” She pointed out. A blush crept across his cheeks. He knew she was right. The throbbing erection between his legs reminded him of that. Soft lips pressed against his once more but this time his hand reached up to cup her pale cheek lightly. Deep in his soul he knew this was wrong. A master sleeping with his apprentice, it was taboo amongst the world of shadows and assassins, but everyone knew that a master hit man would usually sleep with his apprentice. It was more dangerous with a male master and female apprentice. If proper precautions were not taken the female would conceive a bastard child and would have to leave the profession. Most ended up on the streets or in whore houses, abandoning their infant babes while others exiled themselves to other towns or cities. Not many made it to the nearest town alive. Even in the world of shadows it was a sin to terminate a pregnancy.

“Fiore…” he groaned this time when her lips parted with his.

“Yes master?” She asked as she swung a leg over and straddled his hips. Fiore was a natural in the art of seduction and sexual affairs. It was a talent she had all on her own. Nothing like her sister. A low groan escaped his lips as her hot folds brushed against his aching penis.

“You are very well endowed Master.” She commented as she slowly rubbed her sex against his large aching cock. A though sparked in her mind. He was large that’s for sure but would she be able to fit him inside of her? Fiore bit her lip as she grinded against his length but this added more pain to both of their arousals. Since Raoul had taken her under his wing as an apprentice she was fond of him. He was neither cruel nor was he careless. They had been master and apprentice since she was a mere child…but she was a woman now and she wanted her master. Even though she knew it was taboo for them to be having sex she didn’t care. She had desired this for longer than she could remember. It was the day her breasts began to form and her hips began to round out. Since then she had wanted to know what it would be like if he occupied her womanhood. If it was his seed that filled her womb to the brim. Slowly she leaned down to kiss him once more, just as his hands gripped upon her buttocks. But it was he who pulled away briefly.

“Oil…do you have any oil to make this easier…” he moaned against her lips. Hers in turn curved into a smile as she straightened up a bit and eased herself off of the larger man beneath her and she moved to the drawer beside the bed and opened it pulling out a small vial of clear liquid and held it up to show him. He smiled at her.

“Clever girl.”

“I never go anywhere without it. You know that.” Fiore replied with a wink. She then opened the vial and poured some into her hand before she closed the vial and set it back in her drawer.  He watched her with lecherous eyes as she straddled him again, this time farther back so she was settled upon his thighs. Her oil soaked fingers curled around his engorged member coating it with the oil, her hand moving in soft gentle strokes. A soft hissing noise came from his lips as she did this but suddenly his hand gripped her wrist drawing it away from his swollen flesh. Sweat already began to cover his face as his eyes glanced down to her.

“Mount me.” He whispered.

“Touch me first.” She retorted her eyes glittering in the moonlight.

The corner of his lips curled into a smile as she shifted a bit, her sex hovering, just barely brushing against his own. Thick digits reached over to her, fingertips just scarcely touching against her pink folds. They nipped, caressed, and nudged at her womanhood until he slid a finger inside of her. This got her to gasp in pleasure. Her petite hand closed over his as he slid another finger inside of her hot and moist entrance. He was stretching her; he wanted to prepare her for his girth.  Raoul knew he was more than women could handle and he did not want to hurt his young, beautiful…and rather aroused apprentice. Her juices began to drip onto his fingers.

“You’re so wet Fiore.” He groaned as he sat up, a hand brushing the curls out of the way of her neck so his lips could press against the soft flesh. Soft suckling and kissing sound came from him as his lips sucked upon her neck and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck. It was his favorite spot to kiss on a woman. A third finger slid inside of her as he bit down experimentally on her flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood. The hand teasing her sex drew away as he pulled away his lips from her neck. Icy blue eyes met his own and a light flush graced her cheeks. Fiore appeared to be a virgin on her wedding night with the look she gave her master. So innocent so young and excited for what was to come. Her lips connected with his as she shifted her hips so they barely hovered above his hardness. His hand gripped his slickened penis to steady it as she lowered herself onto him, her folds stretching around him. When he was halfway in, his hands rested upon her hips as he slid into her even further. Finally he sheathed himself inside of her. Her womanhood felt so tight, hot, and moist around his cock. Glancing up to her he stroked her cheek noticing the aroused expression upon her face. It took her a moment to get adjusted to his girth but she raised her hips slightly before slowly lowering them. He groaned a bit but placed a hand to her cheek his eyes asking her if he could flip them over. She smiled and gave him a slight nod before kissing him again. Gingerly and gradually they shifted together until Fiore lay upon her back her legs spread apart and Raoul buried inside of her. She pulled her legs up to her chest gripping her shins with her hands as she grinned up at him. A rather lecherous grin appeared upon his face as he placed his palms on her thighs pulling out slowly then quickly thrusting in. Arching and moaning Fiore gripped onto the pillows as he continued his pattern of slowly withdrawing then quickly thrusting it. But then Raoul changed the pattern. He did three shallow thrusts then two deep penetrating ones which caused the petite female to writhe beneath his body. Soon he couldn’t take it anymore. Her cavern was so warm and inviting that he placed his palms on either side of her head and began a brutal pace of thrusting hard into her. With beast like movements and guttural growls Raoul made feral love to his apprentice and she in turn clung to her master as if he was the only thing keeping her head above water. Her vision was clouded with lust as her hips automatically began to meet his when he penetrated her core. A pressure built within her lower abdomen, a needy rising pressure. Fiore was near. Very near to her peak. Fingernails dug into his fair flesh as she clutched him to her body enjoying the skin on skin contact it gave. Sweat rolled down his spine as he grunted with very thrust and soon with a low and guttural growl he buried himself into her sex shooting his hot wet seed into her oh so welcoming womb. White shadowed her vision as she cried out in ecstasy, her sex tightened around his as she reached her peak of completion and she soon fell limp and weak beneath him. Panting he tenderly kissed her lips and slowly withdrew from her dripping sex. Raoul collapsed at her side eyes half lidded and body covered with sweat. In turn Fiore shifted slightly onto her side her head tuck just beneath his chin, a hand on a scarred shoulder and her leg slightly curled around his body. A soft purring noise emitted from her as a contented smile rested upon her lips. A strong arm circled around her lithe waist drawing her closer to him as his lips pressed against her forehead.

“Fiore…” He breathed heavily.

“Thank you master.”

He smiled and kissed her head once more. It seemed so peaceful so serene after their feral act of sex. They both knew they had committed a taboo but neither of them cared. Besides Fiore knew better than to not take a contraceptive potion before engaging in sex. He had taught her better than that.

“You’re welcome Fiore.” 

Fiore

Fiore

It was tricky to avoid the full moon…or at least the public during the full moon. The glow of the moon filtered through the blinds landing upon a figure huddled in the corner trembling.

‘Please don’t let me kill anyone tonight...’ she pleaded with her animal side but then she issued a feral scream as her beast took over. Grey blue eyes widened as her nose and mouth elongated into a snout. Hands and feet contorted into wolf’s legs and paws, bones cracking and snapping into place. She fell to all fours silently screaming as a tail sprouted from her tailbone. Ears morphed into pointed wolf’s ears and as the fur budded from her skin she tossed her head back releasing a long howl. Like a wolf’s. As soon as the transformation completed she had to take a few deep breaths in order calm herself. Transformations never became any easier. She then trotted out of the flat she resided in, allowing instinct to take over. Sniffing about the place she caught the scent of the cat that had run from her the last full moon, and followed it. Fiore knew that the cat really was not a cat. There was a distinct notion in her being that gave her such an idea. She wanted to find him, not to harm him, but to befriend him. She just needed someone to be furry with once a month, not for mating purposes, but just a companion. The feeling of being alone on the full moon terrified her. She detested being alone.

Keeping to the shadows, she crept out of her building and out to the alley ways. It was better if she was not seen, because she was larger than a normal sized brown wolf and more feral than such, at least when she needed to be. Otherwise, she was cuddly with a rather sweet disposition. Unheard of for someone of her kind. A rarity. The scent became faint briefly, she nearly lost it, but then she picked it up again stronger than before. As she followed the scent she came to a small cottage on the outskirts of the town. Upon approaching the door, the scent hit her hard. It was so strong that she was positive the person she was looking for resided here. The weather outside was a bit chilly and she would rather not find herself naked in the cold on someone’s door in the morning so she commenced to whine like a dog and scratched delicately at the door with a large furry paw. She paused then began the scratching once more. There was smoke coming up from the chimney when she spotted the cottage so she knew someone was home. Once more she whined and scratched at the door. This time it opened for her and she was greeted by the sight of a young woman in grey sweats with curly black hair and brilliant violet eyes. She saw the smile on the woman’s face and her ears perked up.

“I was wondering when you were coming to find us.” The woman said and stepped aside. Fiore happily trotted in and shook her fur as if trying to shake the cold off of her. She then continued to a sitting room where a warm fire was blazing and proceeded to circle on the rug in front of it and lay down to warm her fur. Her blue grey eyes glanced up to a figure that stared at her in disbelief, his grey eyes widened in surprise.

“August!” he bellowed.

“Oh hush Leon. She’s harmless.” August said as she reentered the room and sat in the other overstuffed armchair, swinging a leg over one of the arm rests. Fiore glanced to the woman who smiled at her. The woman seemed to understand…perhaps she was a lycanthrope…but of a different sort. There were so many in the world and not all of them transformed on the full moon. Hesitantly she rose up on her paws and slowly walked towards the woman, whose name she had discovered was August, ears low in submission. August in turn looked her way and smiled reaching out and placed her hand on Fiore’s head. Her fingers lightly scratched Fiore’s ears. She liked this action from the human. Relaxing under the ear scratch Fiore’s tail began to thump lightly against the floor, panting happily at the attention.

“Woman what are you doing?!” Leon cried.

“Giving her attention. She’s nothing but a big sweetheart,” August replied as her hand then descended down Fiore’s back. Fiore relished in the attention she was getting from the woman then laid upon the floor rolling onto her back as if to ask for a belly rub.

“Awe do you want a belly scratch now honey?” August was entertained by this. A hind leg began to shake as August scratched and rubbed the fur upon Fiore’s belly.

“August,” Leon sounded displeased but Fiore did not care. She was enjoying the belly rub.

“Leon. She’s a rare type of werewolf. Look at how docile she is.”

Blue grey eyes glanced up at August looking a bit sad. How did the woman know she was a werewolf? She had hidden it so well. Her eyes met the violet ones, flames danced in their reflection.

“Your secret is safe with us honey,” August smiled at her, “you can stay here for tonight.”

Fiore could not believe her luck! First August had let her in to sit by the fire, then she was given an ear scratch and a belly rub, sure her secret about being a werewolf had been spilled but she did not care; August was going to permit her to stay the night anyway. She would not be alone.

“Fine but please keep her out of my bedroom.”

“Leon what do you have against werewolves.”

“August you know my favorite animal form is a cat. I tend to not like canines so much.”

Leon shifted uncomfortably. August knew there was more to Leon’s reasoning but she was not going to bring that up.

“Yes but honey she isn’t fully a canine. She’s a lycanthrope. She didn’t choose to be a werewolf.”

“Just…just keep her out of my room for the night…please…”

“Alright. She’ll stay in mine. Besides I could use a nice warm body to sleep with. I tend to get cold.”

“Don’t forget. Fion’s going to call in the morning.”

Fiore’s ears perked up and she rolled onto her belly at the mention of Fion. How did they know her cousin?

“He’s going to ask us if we’ve made any progress searching for this hydro kinetic guy.”

Leon heaved a sigh.

“I know…and I wish we had a lead…but we still don’t have anything. Your telepathy can only go so far.”

“I know. We’ll find him. He has to be here somewhere.”

“Night August.”

“Night Leon. Love you.”

“Love you too honey.”

Leon padded out of the room to his own bedroom. Fiore glanced up to the woman who had given her so much attention and placed a paw upon her knee. August glanced to her and ruffled the fur upon her head.

“Let’s go get some sleep girl. We’ll keep each other warm tonight.”

With that being said, August rose to her feet and headed out of the room glancing back at Fiore. It was if the woman was beckoning to her. Fiore followed obediently but what she heard intrigued her. The woman had telepathy. If she had that ability she could have more. Maybe Fiore was not the only ‘freak’ in this city. They spoke of her cousin and some man he was looking for. Why were they looking for someone who could control water? Fiore did not know but she was tired from the evening. All she would have loved to do was flop upon a bed and sleep to her heart’s content. As soon as they entered August’s room she bounded up and vaulted onto the bed. Apparently the sight received laughter from the woman as she crawled into the bed beside her. Fiore scooted closer to August as the woman reached her hand to stroke the fluffy brown ears.

“We can talk more in the morning with you. After a nice hot breakfast.”

August spoke to her like she was a person instead of a dog. Fiore was pleased with this fact and licked August’s face contentedly. Another giggle came from August’s lips as she ruffled Fiore’s fur once more.

“Sleep now.” She said soon drifting to sleep. Fiore licked her hand once more before curling on the covers. Things might be good with these two people, even if one of them was not too fond of her. She would get to talk to him later. For now she closed her eyes and began breathing deeply as she slipped into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months. 

August

August

So someone had decided to rape and murder another woman. This particular killer was not going to get away with his crime, not this time or ever again. As he darted away, the shadows seemed to follow him. He bolted into a dark alley, sweat already beading upon his brow. The man took shelter within the shadows just as his pursuers passed the alley but as soon as they left he noticed something bizarre about the shadows he was hiding in. They seemed to be caressing him. Fondling him in places he had not wished to be touched. It was not until he realized that the shadows were not shadows at all…but rather tentacles devised form shadows. He began to panic. Every time he attempted to grasp one in his hands it slipped through like mist and charged at him from another direction. If the tentacles were not solid then how was it that they were wrapping around his wrists ankles and torso while others touched him in places he did not know he had. The black tendrils formed into hands. One covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming as the other slid beneath his clothes shredding them from the inside out. Inside his head he heard a voice…not one of those voices where a conscience is speaking. This voice was dark, cold and threatening.

“You know what goes through a woman’s mind when she is kidnapped and forcibly fucked against her will?” It sneered.

Before him a pair of vibrant red eyes glowed in the darkness. There was no figure they belonged to. Just a pair of bright red eyes burning into his soul. Their gazes locked and the sheer terror of this…thing caused him to lose any and all color in his face. The appendages that held him shook him violently.

“Do you! Answer me you fucking cunt!”

Even within his mind he was silent. The only thing apparent was fear. That held him back from answering any questions this being might have.

“Well seeing as you won’t answer I might as well give you a taste of what it is like. Don’t bother to scream. No one will hear you.”

The voice in his head lingered far longer than he wished. The tentacles entrapping him tugged at his limbs. One became cylindrical with a rounded point and delved into his mouth thrusting in and out crudely and deeply. Other tentacles caressed and fondled areas of his body before one shadowed its comrade and plunged itself into the man’s ass forcefully, beginning a brutal pace of thrusting. If the victim could cry out he would but he was muffled by the foreign object violating his mouth. Tears of shame burned in his eyes and down his cheeks as a smaller appendage coiled around his manhood, stroking it vigorously, painfully almost. It was if the tendril was trying to rip off the skin from the organ or rip off the organ itself.

“How does it feel slut! Does it feel good!” The voice taunted in his head, the tentacles actions became rougher. Then all of a sudden they withdrew dropping him to the ground. The wailing of sirens was faintly heard but they were coming closer and closer. In panic the man scrambled to gather his clothes to get away from the haunted alley as fast as he could. But that meant running into the cops. If he continued through the alley, the horror of being molested by the tentacles or whatever they were surged through him. There was no way out.

A dark figure perched upon the rooftop of the building glared down upon him, purple eyes behind a set of wire framed glasses, vibrant with fury. They watched as the police arrested the man and dragged his abused, naked self away. The figure heaved a sigh as it lit up a cigarette before inhaling the toxic smoke.

“Now did you have to be that drastic August?” came a voice.

Violet eyes flickered to the voice and exhaled the smoke from her pink lips. Beside her rested a cat with gleaming grey eyes and blue grey fur that shimmered in the moonlight.

“Yes Leon. Rapists and murdered should have a taste of the terror they inflict upon their victims,” her tone was dark and she inhaled the smoke once more.

“I know August, but you should really let the police handle them.”

She snorted glaring at the feline. To anyone else it would have looked outlandish to see a young woman perched upon a building chattering with a cat. To August this was normal.

“And have weeks maybe months pass by while the idiot roams free to commit more crimes? I don’t think so.”

“August.”

“Leon. It’s what they deserve. Besides police catch them faster after I’m through.”

Another inhale and another exhale. There was a slight menthol flavor to the cigarette. Just the way August liked them.

“You make a point but couldn’t you just scare them a bit instead of instilling traumatic events upon them?”

“Scaring them doesn’t get the point across. You should know this better than anyone.”

Leon heaved a sigh and crept onto her lap caressing his body up against her stomach lightly.

“Does this have anything to do with what happened to you August?”

She winced, placing a hand upon his back nearly gripping the fur.

“Please don’t bring that up Leon…I’m still healing from that…”

Leon sensed the discomfort in August. He knew damn well what traumas she had experienced and if it was not for him she probably would not be alive. A purr emanated from his throat as he nuzzled his friend.  

“I’m sorry friend. Come on we should get home. I’d rather not run into the werewolf that’s been lurking about lately.”

August just smiled.

“She’s harmless. She has better things to do than terrorize kitties,” she replied with a chuckle as she rose to her feet, cuddling her feline friend in her arms.

“How do you know?”

“Read her mind. Telepath remember?”

“Right.”

As soon as she had gained her footing, she stole into the shadows with her friend in hand. 

Hey look! More stuff from the past!

Yeah another chapter from a past novel I started and never finished but now I've picked it up again and I"m going to try to continue it.

Andrea

“Andrea can you assist me with something?”

Fion’s voice was soft as it rang through the flat. Andrea set down her journal with the picture of her and her father before rising to her feet to assist the young yet diseased man. As she entered the room she noticed him in his wheelchair pulled up close to the window. He looked pasty, pale, and skeletal; hardly human at all. His thin hair was pure white and sunken red eyes gazed out of the window before they flickered to her. As frightening as he looked Andrea got used to his appearance over time. The room she entered was bare, hardly a picture upon the wall. Even the wallpaper began to peel from the surface, only leaving a remnant of dried glue. Other than a bed and a desk with his computer there was a bookshelf in the corner filled with books on the history of the world as well as the supernatural. A weak smile appeared upon his lips as he raised a bone thin hand to beckon to her. Andrea came forward slowly cupping her hands together.

“Yes Fion?” she asked quietly.

“Have you practiced today?”

When he said practice he had always meant if she had worked on gaining better control of her abilities. The day she was kidnapped, she discovered she could call upon birds to do her bidding. She always had a way with them and they were always drawn to her as a child. The biggest bird she had been able to control was a raven since she had been training but anything bigger than that was hard for her. She nodded a little bit.

“I was able to call a raven today….it talked to me.”

Fion’s smile broadened a bit.

“That is very good my dear. Now will you open the window for me slightly? It’s rather stuffy in here and I am afraid I might break something.”

Andrea knew how weak Fion was so she nodded and made her way over to the window opening it just slightly for him. As she did this a small finch bird came to the window sill chirping slightly. It paused going silent as it looked upon Andrea with beady black eyes, then flew away. She released a sigh before heading to the doorway.

“Andrea.”

She hesitated, glancing back to her care taker. He had a rather hopeful look in his eyes.

“I will not give up finding your father. I know how much you miss him.”

It was true. Fion could sense her emotions. He was a human lie detector. But he hardly ever scolded her. In fact he showed mercy to her whenever she did something wrong or broke something by accident. Her father was the same way. Before she would allow herself to cry at the thought of him she bolted from Fion’s room to her own and locked herself inside. There, she threw herself onto her bed gripping onto her pillow and sobbed.

If it had been anything else she probably wouldn’t have cried. She had trained herself not to do such but when she thought of her father, her daddy, she would always tear up. She longed for his big bear hugs, she missed the way his beard would tickler her face whenever he kissed her head or her cheek. She even missed the way he scared away the monsters from under her bed. But most of all she missed hearing his voice whenever he would tell her a story or sing to her. His voice was deep and gruff but it held such warmth that always made her feel loved and wanted. He was hardly ever angry with her and even if he did become angry he would never yell at her but speak to her in a stern tone of voice. How she missed her daddy. For the first six months she lived with Fion, she cried every night for him in hopes that he would come rushing through the door to her aide. But she soon realized that it wouldn’t happen and grew to accept that he wasn’t coming. It wasn’t his fault she had been kidnapped but if it wasn’t for Fion she wouldn’t be alive. However she was hurt by the fact that someone else died in her place. Curling into a ball she continued to weep muttering the phrase ‘Daddy, I need you’ over and over again. 

Hey Look its something Retro!

That's right folks! Something Retro!
Nah I'm just fucking with you but this is is something from a project I started in November of 2011 and I'm working on revising it as well as completing it. So I will try to post chapters as they are written and/or revised. I would LOVE your feedback, questions, and critiques to make this something truly amazing and totally awesome. And hopefully something publishable. :D Now that would be awesome for me.
Anyway here is the first chapter of many chapters to come. Enjoy!

Sebastian

3 AM in the dingy hotel room and the faint scent of cigarette smoke filled the space. A flicker of light came from his lighter as he lit a cigarette and he inhaled deeply. A pause, and he exhaled the smoke from his lips. The man leaned back in his chair appearing as if he were in a daze. The hooker he had hired that night to help relieve his…tension had passed out on the bed. No doubt from too much booze she had consumed. Another inhale and another exhale. Sebastian did not care that he was destroying his health nor did he care that he was potentially endangering hers. He grimaced a bit, feeling extremely disgusted with himself after fucking the skinny whore into the bed earlier that night. A loud snore came from the bed as the blonde rolled over, her heavily made up face was smeared. He sat there observing her. She was just like every other whore he encountered. Empty with low morals and low self-esteem. After he finished his cigarette he snuffed it out in his homemade ashtray he always carried with him and rose to his feet heading towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. He needed to wash the filth from his body…as least as well as he could. Naked, he turned the shower on shivering at the cold water as it spouted from the showerhead. His fingers hovered within the line of fire waiting for the water to become warm. A few moments later and he stepped in drawing the curtain closed. He just stood there feeling hollow.

It had been two years since his daughter’s death and since his difficult divorce from his wife. It had left him with hardly anything to hold onto. His ex-wife had gotten most if not all of his assets in the settlement. But that didn’t pain him nearly as much as losing his little girl. She was just barely nine years old when death swept in and stole her away. Dark and miserable thoughts wandered in his mind as he stood under the stream of hot water. It took him a moment to register why he had gone into the shower in the first place, and then he remembered. He picked up the bar of soap and glided it over his tanned flesh scrubbing away the layer of refuse upon him. He lathered up his chest hair as well as the line of hair trailing from his chest to his belly. The soap and water didn’t help any but it made him feel better to scrub himself clean. There was hardly a bar left when he finished lathering the soap upon his body. Tilting his head back he allowed the water to wash onto his face and closed his eyes. The water clung to his hair and face, even soaked into his beard as it gently guided the soap suds on his body to the base of the tub. He heaved a heavy sigh to calm him. The water on his face helped as well. It soothed him greatly. Reminded him of where he came from somehow; even reminded him that he held the power to control and manipulate it. He was far too weary to make the water dance upon his fingertips or create creatures from it. Like when he would for his little girl.

Andrea…

The mere thought of her brought tears to his eyes. The poor child was only nine years old when she died. The sight of her mangled body was burned into his memory…

“Daddy! Daddy help me!”

Her screams echoed through the hallway of the abandoned building and all Sebastian could do was follow helplessly and prayed to God that he would be able to recuse his precious little girl.

“I’m coming Andrea!” He shouted down the hallway. Whirling around the corner he darted into the large room that lay at the end of the hall. Her screams and cries for help became louder and more desperate as he encroached upon the room and slowed when he entered. Before him was his little girl, his only child being clutched to the chest of a strange man, who held a look of derangement in his pale irises. He held a gun to the girl’s head, finger upon the trigger ready to pull.

“Please! Please don’t shoot!” Sebastian cried, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Daddy please…” Andrea whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Shut up you little brat!” the man shouted and pressed the barrel of the gun harder against her temple.

“Let her go! She’s done nothing to you!” Sebastian begged.

The demented man grinned and licked his lips.

“Her body will make fine experimental material, I think I’ll be keeping her with me,” The man sneered as he slowly backed away from Sebastian to the back door. Andrea screamed again sobbing in earnest as the man who held her backed away.

“No! No please let her go! I’m begging you!”

Sebastian moved closer towards the man holding his daughter hostage but when he heard the gun at her head cock the entire room went black. It was if someone had released solid black smoke into the room. There was a gunshot, a scream, the sound of flesh being ripped and torn, a female voice that said “this way” and then the faint sound of a dragging of a body. As quickly as the smoke entered the room it receded leaving Sebastian, and the mangled broken corpse of his daughter…

Lowering his head he placed a hand over his eyes while one braced him against the white tile of the shower and wept. He wept for his little Andrea wishing so badly that she was never taken and that she was still here with him. At least he would have something to live for. He remembered the way she smiled. So joyful and so bright, full of love and life. How her green eyes glimmered in the light. They were much like his own. She was born with her daddy’s eyes. She was a beautiful child, fair skinned with blond hair and freckles that danced across her nose. He began to weep even harder upon the memories haunting him. She was a gift from God and she had been taken away from him. It was then that Sebastian had lost all faith in God. How could God allow this to happen to the most innocent and sweetest little girl on the planet? If God allowed this to happen then to him there was no kind almighty being in the universe. Only a cruel vindictive omnipresent son of a bitch. He fell to his knees his body wracked with sobs as Andrea’s beautiful face haunted him. 

Peaches

A/N: Okay this is just a smut portion of a long fic I’m working on for a friend. This is just the first draft of this scene but I wanted to share anyway. Enjoy! Also Frankie Seau does not belong to me. He belongs to his creator and to the TV show North Shore. Cyndy however does. 

WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Peaches 

The afternoon was a nice balmy eighty four degrees on the island. Outside on the balcony Cyndy lounged in a hammock wearing nothing but a black and white polka dotted bikini. Her toes were painted a bright orange that matched her nails; she had allowed Aineki to do her nails and the younger girl did a fine job of it. In one hand she held a book, Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter, and the other she had a nice tender peach. As she read she bit into the sweet fruit slowly and munched happily, ignoring the fruit juices dripping down her lips. She was too enthralled in her book and was enjoying her day off from working at the hotel. Aineki had gone off with her boyfriend to go surf the waves and hang out on the beach, Frankie was still at work, he’d probably get off in an hour maybe less. Cyndy hadn’t kept track of the time. The book itself had sucked her in. She took another bite of the peach as the breeze gently caressed her. The day couldn’t have been any better for her. All of a sudden the book she was reading was yanked out of her grasp causing her to nearly drop the peach in her hand.

“Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter?” Came a voice.

Frankie had returned home from work his shirt slung over his shoulder as he examined the book with a grin. Cyndy sprung to her feet her hand gripping the peach and reached for the book.

“Hey! I was readin’ that!” She exclaimed. He blocked her with his forearm as he read tidbits of the book. A growl left her lips as she tried to reach over it to grab the book out of his hand.

“Why are you reading on a beautiful day like this? You should be out on the beach enjoying the wave.” He grinned marking her page and setting the book on a table. But she scowled at him a bit.

“It’s my day off ya jerk! I can spend it however I wanna!”

Angrily she took a bit of peach. Juices dribbled down her chin from the corner of her lips. The action drew Frankie’s eyes to her lips. He had never noticed before but her lips were full and lush and how pink they were even without the lightly tinted lip balm she usually wore. Now he wanted to kiss those lips and lap up the juices dripping from them that had been squeezed from the peach. Cyndy took another bite of the peach as he stared at her. She glanced around as she chewed and swallowed. More juices dribbled down her chin from her lips.

“What are you staring at?” she asked. Before she even received an answer she flushed when Frankie cupped her cheek lightly in his hand, his thumb stroking it lightly. Hazel green eyes pierced her blue eyes, which had now begun to change to green; just the touch of his hand aroused her.

“Frankie…” She breathed but before she knew what she was doing she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard with a small moan. Frankie was a bit surprised at the action but smiled a bit against her lips as he pulled her frame close to his. The sweetness of the peach lingered on her lips and he made quick work of trailing his tongue across her lips before forcing it past hers, not that she minded because when he poked his tongue at her lips they parted eagerly for him. Her mouth not only was moist and warm for him but she tasted like peaches. The hint of flavor made him crave a peach as well so he pulled away slightly running his tongue down the corner of her lips to her chin to taste the peach juices. Cyndy’s eyes shone a brilliant green now as she smiled at him. He smiled back at her taking her hand that held the peach in it before raising the fruit to his lips. He took a big bite out of it and slowly munched upon the bite with a grin upon his face. Now peach juices dribbled down his chin into his facial hair. Eagerly Cyndy leaned forward licking the trail of juice that had dribbled down his chin before she kissed him again. As she pressed her lips to his he swallowed the peach bite before returning her affections. A small groan left her lips as she dropped the peach on the balcony to pull him closer to her. With one hand she tangled her fingers into his dreads while her other gripped onto his shoulder; fingers digging into the flesh just slightly. One of his hands slid up her back to the strings on her bikini tugging at them to untie it while his other grasped one of her firm butt cheeks to pull him flush to her. Cyndy gasped slightly pulling away not at the fact that he had untied her bikini top but at the large bulge in his pants that pressed against her hip. She had only seen his family jewels once but that was because she had accidentally walked in on him showering the week before. He looked big then but now she felt how big he was capable of being. A grin appeared upon his lips as he pressed them to her neck his fingers now untying the top part of her bikini. Gently and slowly he slid it off of her breasts tossing it aside onto the hammock she had been laying in. Cyndy flushed a bit more as she grinned at him pulling away slightly to show off her rather sizable breasts. Immediately his eyes were drawn to the perfectly rounded flesh and experimentally cupped them in his hands. She placed her hands on top of his rubbing them lightly with her fingertips, a grin upon her lips. The erection in his pants strained against its confines. He kissed her again, harder than before as he pinned her to the wall his hands now working to get her bikini bottoms off of her curvaceous behind.  Cyndy pushed his hands away and gently nudged him away as she removed her bottoms and leaned back against the wall her legs now spread apart slightly for him revealing her wet sex. The area between her legs was neatly trimmed into a dark V. It was how Cyndy liked it. His mouth watered at the erotic sight presented to him. As a result of her provocative positioning, he hastily removed his pants and pressed up against her his cock dripping with pre come. He took her leg lifting it a bit to gain more access to her womanhood then gripped his member stroking it against her sex  before pushing into her slowly as a moan emitted from his lips. She pulled him close as he stretched her with his length, her raised leg wrapping around him so she could draw him deeper into her core. He was larger than she had expected, larger than any previous lover she ever had.

“Damn you feel good.” He moaned into her ear as he began the slow movements of thrusting into her, one hand gripping a creamy thigh while the other gripped her ass.

“Mmmm….yeah…so do you Frankie…” She groaned. “Ugh… faster please…”

“With pleasure…” He began to grunt as he quickened his pace his thrusting now a little more brutal than before. Deeper and deeper he penetrated into her his lips enclosing upon her shoulder as they fucked. One hand gripped his shoulder as the other once against tangled themselves in his dreadlocks. Her breathing heavy as his hips slapped up against hers repeatedly. The union felt so good to her. Nothing that she had ever experienced before. He made her feel warm, whole and welcome even before he invited her to stay with him. His throbbing member penetrated her deeply and rapidly with every thrust and with every thrust he grew closer and closer to climax. Sweat began rolling down their bodies, Frankie began to pant hard against her neck feeling closer to release.

“Nngh….Cyndy baby…”

“Harder Frankie honey….oh lawdy please…”

Cyndy was so close to hitting her peak that it hurt. She hugged him close burying her face into his neck as she breathed hard against it. Soon enough she cried out in pleasure. Her vision going white and her muscles squeezing around him. About the same time he released a low grunt as he buried himself into her repeatedly as he spilled his seed into her womb. A few moments later he withdrew from her sex panting hard as he leaned against her. He lowered her leg to cradle the woman in his arms.

“Hot…damn…that was good…” He murmured. She smiled a bit hugging him close breathing in the scent of pure man mixed with sweat.

“Hell yes it was sugar…” she replied as she kissed his chest. “Honey let’s take this inside. I ain’t finished with you yet.”

A devious grin appeared on her lips as she glanced up to him her eyes still a vivacious green. Inside they went. 

Skeleton in the closet REVISED

Hey all!
So here is the revised version of Skeleton in the Closet. After reading the comments from my classmates I changed it...alot.
ENJOY!

Apartment 211 was sitting in its corner, eagerly awaiting the young man that was approaching it. Roy Tucker, a tanned young man, with short black hair, approached the apartment with his cleaning supplies in hand. He felt uneasy as he approached the flat. Recently he had noticed an eerie aura around the apartment itself but its neighboring flat and the inhabitants notice nothing. Maybe it was because Roy was superstitious around the time of Halloween and believed in things like ghosts and ghouls. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath, said a silent prayer to God – somehow this always made him feel more at ease with everything – and climbed up the wooden steps to the door.

He sensed a chill dash up his spine as he pulled out the key to the apartment, slid it into the lock, unlocked the door, and stepped inside the white walled, brown carpeted room, but he brushed it off and assumed that his superstitions were getting the better of him.

“Easy Roy, don’t let your thoughts spiral out of control,” he muttered to himself.

His nostrils were struck with the scent of fresh carpet upon entering and he set down his supplies to the side. He figured he would start cleaning in the bedroom first just to get it out of the way. Brown eyes scanned the room for any sort of blemishes, pen marks, dents, and the like. Finding nothing out of the ordinary he opened the door to the walk in closet. Whatever color was in Roy’s face at that moment, drained quickly as his pupils dilated to mere pinpricks and his heartbeat raced so fast he could have sworn he was running a marathon.

Lying inside the closet was a mangled skeleton.

His breath quickened and sweat beaded on his brow as he stared upon the horror in the closet. He had to loosen his collar in order to breathe better and he couldn’t help but wonder what travesty happened in this room to hide a skeleton. Was a young girl murdered and raped here? Did a young teenager commit suicide? Or was there an occultist that used the skeleton for some crazy voodoo ritual? Roy had a million questions careening through his brain.

“Oh sorry that’s mine.”

He almost leapt three feet in the air when he heard a soft feminine voice speak. Whirling around to look behind him, he saw the translucent image of a young woman behind him, wearing a baggy jersey, his baggy jersey and black leggings. Her hair was brown, curled and framed her heart shaped face perfectly. From ghastly lips and hollow eyes she smiled a bit sadly at Roy.

Lotte. His dead girlfriend.

How was she standing here before him when he had seen her murdered in front of his very eyes?

He began to feel a panic attack arise as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his heartbeat raced faster. With a slender hand she waved slightly at him.

“Hi Roy,” She said.

Never in his life had Roy screamed so loud or so high before. When he had finally shut his mouth and scrambled to the farthest corner of the room Lotte raised her translucent hands as if she were surrendering.

“I…you…you’re…” Roy began to stammer incoherently as he gawked at Lotte.

“Dead?” She completed this thought.

Pale and shaking he nodded. Roy felt almost as if he was going to throw up on the carpet.

“I know I’m dead…but I can’t really rest until my remains are properly cremated. You see… after Professor Oden murdered me and left you to die in that abandoned apartment…he sort of…defiled my body,” she explained.

Remembering that night, a violent pang went through Roy’s heart. There was so much more he could have done to save Lotte.

“He skinned my body, removed the important parts from my skeleton, sold my organs on the black market - at least I know that they are going to good use - and then proceeded to dump my skeleton behind this complex. That was two months ago.

“Two weeks ago, the older janitor, Benny, he found it, panicked, and decided to dump my skeleton in here. I mean no one’s lived here in years.”

It took everything for Roy to not retch at the explanation. He staggered to his feet, bolted out of the apartment, leaned over the porch railing and vomited.



I hope this was enjoyable for you all. Please comment with reviews!
Sincerely Yours,
Alice C. Kirk
http://www.mypcbusiness.com/go/ac_kirk13

Poked, Prodded, and Tested

So this weekend I had the unfortunate experience of heading to the hospital. The experience itself wasn't horrible really but the fact that I had to go kind of gave a rocky start to my week.
So what happened was at about 3.30 on Sunday morning I started feeling a very sharp stabbing like pain in my right side in the area which I assumed was my ovary. I figured oh its no big deal it will go away after a while. Yeah no. I swear it was like someone had skewered my ovary and was twisting their dagger or sword or whatever pointy object in it. The pain started to radiate into my uterus and it just wouldn't stop. I sat down, I walked around, I laid down, curled into a ball, I tried everything to make the pain go away. Hell I even started begging God to take it away it hurt so bad. Nothing worked. The pain got so horrible that I felt so nauseous and I started to dry heave into the toilet. (I won't go into details about what else happened). So I ended up calling my parents, tell them whats going on and well they recommended that I head into the ER. So about 5.00 in the morning I drove myself to the ER. Shaking, sweating, crying and still in a lot of pain. By about 5.30 I got checked into the ER got into a bed and was checked on by an EMT and a few nurses who asked me what level my pain was and where it was, if I was pregnant, when was my last bleeding, yada yada yada. So at about 7.30 a nurse comes in and gets me hooked up to an IV which yeah it did hurt and was uncomfortable but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. But it did hurt and I ended up feeling very nauseous once he got some blood from me and got the IV inserted. Once I got morphine and was laying down with a few blankets over me I was fine. Tired, a tad loopy, and pretty talkative. Honestly I can't remember the intervals of time after this I just know my first test was a CT scan and the tech performing it was super friendly and was very informative about what I needed to do. Also asked if I had ever had any tests done before. Hell he even showed me what the IV tubing and needle looked like and how it was inserted. I found it super cool that it was a flexible plastic that allowed a person to move their arm. Course every time I moved mine it was a little uncomfortable but it wasn't so horrible. My pain at that point was basically a 1 or 2 where as it was like an 8 earlier in the day. Thank God and Odin for morphine eh? So I get onto the bed where it moves towards the machine to take pictures of my internal organs. I had to take a deep breath every time it told me to. The third time however, I swear I don't know what was inserted into my IV but I felt really warm...and it felt super warm down in my loins to the point where I thought I had pissed myself, however the tech did warn me about that and I found the sensation to be highly amusing. I was warm and I felt like I was taking a leak when I really wasn't. The entire process took about five minutes and soon I was wheeled back to my room. Later my doctor came in, asked how I was feeling, and then proceeded to let me know that my tests were normal save for a higher white blood cell count. So I was then told I was going to get an ultrasound, a possible internal ultrasound, and a pelvic exam. I was so doped up on morphine that I gave a thumbs up and said "Do whatever you need to" with a bit of a smile on my face. So I ended up being wheeled in a wheelchair to get my ultrasound done and I was pleasantly surprised to find the gel to be warm instead of cold. The only bad part was I had to pee so bad and every time the wand pressed down on my bladder I had to clench my muscles in order to hold it in. Thankfully by the time she needed to do the internal ultrasound I had properly emptied my bladder and gotten situated. Then she took an internal ultrasound (No I won't go into details. I'm sure you can imagine what happened here.) And once that was done I was once again wheeled back to my room. not two minutes later my doctor and a nurse came in (thank Odin they were female) to do a pelvic exam. Ladies you know exactly what they do. Took no more than five minutes. Once that was done I was laying down and situated in the bed again. Now between nurses checking on me and the tests I was given, I slept because Lord knows I did not sleep well that night. I slept for a good hour after all the testing was completed and soon I was notified that everything was normal, save for a higher white blood count. They gave me the theory that it was an infection. By 11.00 I was out of the ER and headed to my grandmothers house. She is a saint for taking me to her house so I could sleep. I was still very groggy after sleeping the day through and soon I was taken home to my apartment where I proceeded to order a pizza and veg. I ended up going to bed at 20.00 that night. I was still hungover the next morning.
I must say even though I had to go to the ER for something so minor I was well taken care of by the staff and I may have been poked, prodded, drugged and tested for things the whole experience wasn't so bad. :)
I am fine now but I'm keeping an eye on certain things just in case.
Ciao for now!

Butt Lift

Deal with the title bitches. :D
Anyway *cough* I have embarked on a new physical journey for myself. Losing weight. 

Now I know that weight loss can be extremely easy for some or increasingly difficult for others. I think I'm in the middle range...maybe leaning a little towards the difficult side. I've always struggled with it. Anyway I have embarked on a journey that I believe if I stay with it and keep up with my routine that I will get the results I am looking for. 

I speak of a program called the Brazilian Butt Lift program. 

Yes they are in Brazil and yes the instructor who developed it is Brazilian. Well he's a tiny muscled Brazilian man with a lot of spirit. I kind of have to giggle but at least he has a positive attitude which is empowering and great. He's also the instructor and its kind of a nice change to see a guy leading a workout program rather than a perky female whom I want to smack. Unless its Jillian Michaels. That woman is truly amazing. More on that later. 

I was highly unsuccessful at getting through day one of the workout program. When I mean highly. I got through the first maybe thirty minutes of the workout that day and flopped on my floor like a bloated seal on a hot day. I kid you not everything from the top of my head to the tips of my toes were screaming, burning, and protesting in agony. I did try to get back up to continue but my body would not have it. It said "NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN!!!" Yeah when I imagine my body screaming at me I often imagine it screaming at me in German like some nasty old Frau yelling at her good for nothing husband. I could barely walk or bring myself to stand after yesterday. Sweat was pouring down my body and I felt like I hand't really accomplished anything.. The soreness immediately faded away after a nice long hot shower but the sensation still lingered. I was texting a friend of mine about it and he was so encouraging about it. Today is a better day and today will         be a better day. I told him I would try again tomorrow and I will. I am going to see if I can survive the cardio workout on one of the dvds and maybe end up doing that for a couple of days until i build up some stamina so my muscles, heart and lungs don't start screaming at me in German again. 

I've always given  up easily on workout programs but this time I will stubbornly refuse. I want to slim down and tone up and feel better about my body. I don't feel healthy and I feel that this program (with some of the recipes for fat burning and healthy meals) will help me shed some of my unwanted fat and flab and reveal beautiful muscles that have been hiding away for so long. My body mind heart and soul will thank me for it. :) 

Emotions

You know....I may not be happy crazy and pleasant all the time. You know why? It's because its a part of human nature. I get mad. I get annoyed and yes I get fucking snippy. If you have a problem with it then I am sorry but I can't always maintain happiness or fake happiness 24/7. I need time to be sad, to be annoyed, to want to rip the shit out of things and I don't mean to take it out on people I love or care about but lordy I ain't always be one to be a joker or a bubble of fucking rainbows and glitter. I have emotions too and sometimes I need to express them or I fucking explode and make a huge mess. (Trust me it's not an easy one to clean up). So yeah. sorry if I sound like a bitch right now and if I'm taking out my shit on you. It's not your fault at all.

Skeleton in the Closet: First Draft

So hey first really super big project for my creative writing class. :) It is a work in progress but this is the first draft to it. I might actually expand it and turn it into a full fledged story with beginning middle and end. 

Enjoy!

Skeleton in the Closet

By: Alice C. Kirk

It was a warm July afternoon in Flagstaff Arizona. Apartment complexes were beginning to fill up because of the returning students and new tenants that would be living in the cooler weather, and Roy Tucker could not be more than happy to be cleaning out and touching up empty apartments at the complex he worked at. Bear Ridge apartments. The complex itself resided behind a neighborhood near Lake Mary Road and could easily be passed by. The nights and days were usually quiet due to some of the rules the complex had. He paused with a smile, thanking God that he was alive on that day, and proceeded up the brown wooden stairs to a one bedroom apartment, his tool box in one hand and a case of cleaning supplies in the other. Apartment 211 eagerly awaited the young man and sat quietly in its corner. Roy pulled out the key to the apartment, slid it into the lock, unlocked the door and stepped inside the white walled, brown carpeted room. His nostrils were struck with the scent of fresh carpet upon entering and he set down his supplies to the side. He figured he would start cleaning in the bedroom first just to get it out of the way. It was only a few steps away from the living room, or one large step away from the kitchen that rested parallel to the room. Grinning he searched the room for any sort of blemishes, pen marks, dents, and the like. Finding nothing out of the ordinary he opened the door to the walk in closet. Whatever color was in Roy’s face at that moment, drained quickly as his pupils dilated to mere pinpricks and his heartbeat raced so fast he could have sworn he was running a marathon.

Lying inside the closet was a clean but mangled skeleton.

His breath quickened and the sweat began to pour forth from his brow as he stared upon the horror in the closet. He had to loosen his collar in order to breathe better and he couldn’t help but wonder what travesty happened in this room to hide a skeleton. Was a young girl murdered and raped here? Did a young teenager commit suicide? Or was there an occultist that lived her prior and used the skeleton for some crazy voodoo ritual? Roy had a million questions careening through his brain.

“Oh sorry that’s mine.”

He almost leapt three feet in the air when he heard a soft feminine voice speak. Whirling around to look behind him, he saw the translucent image of a young woman behind him, wearing a baggy jersey, her legs clad in black leggings. Her hair was brown, curled and gave her pale face the perfect frame. From ghastly lips and pale eyes she smiled at Roy. The woman couldn’t have been any older than nineteen. He began to feel a panic attack begin to arise as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his heartbeat raced faster. With a slender hand she waved slightly at him.

“Hi,” She said.

Never in his life had Roy screamed so loud or so high before. Without another word, or thought he bolted out of the room and the apartment itself, not daring to look back at the skeleton or the ghost that spoke to him. 

CHAPTER TWO!!!

I swear its been like a years since I've started this and I FINALLY finished it!

Chapter two of Canyons, Cabins, and Campfires

More rain. Cheyenne was up early this time just watching it, a cup of hot coffee in her hand and wearing one of his shirts again. The morning was quiet. The mornings of that entire week were quiet and they were getting more rain in Arizona than usual, not that Cheyenne complained. The state needed the rain. A smile curled on her lips as she enjoyed the silence. Yesterday’s activities had worn out her lover and he currently remained sleeping in the bedroom. The silence was broken by a high pitched ringing from the kitchen. Her brows furrowed. Who had the number to his landline? With a sigh she made her way to the kitchen as the consistent ringing continued. She then picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Cheyenne?” A familiar voice was on the end of the line. Alice. Cheyenne rolled her eyes and smiled.

“This better be good Alice.” She spoke teasingly.

“Oi! Woman you gave me the number if I had to reach you!” Alice had snark. Cheyenne only laughed.

“I know sweetie. What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah yeah. Just wanted to see how your romantic week with your boyfriend is going.” Alice had a teasing singsongy tone to her voice. At this Cheyenne laughed.

“It’s going wonderfully, precious. How are you Mitchell holding up?”

“We’re doing fine. We’ve got a date tonight.”

Finally they were going somewhere with their relationship. Cheyenne’s smile widened.

“Where are you two going?”

“To Taverna. We wanna try it. I mean you and Mojave rant and rave about that place.”

“Well the food is phenomenal. You two will love it.”

“I bet we will! Oh and Cheyenne?”

“Yes darling?”

“I know he’s my best friend and whatnot but…I think…I think I’m falling in love with him.”

Cheyenne went silent. Her heart leapt for joy at this.

“Oh honey!”

“I hope he feels the same way.”

“Oh sister if he doesn’t I’ll knock some sense into him! How can he not love you?!”

“I don’t know…but I just…”

Cheyenne could sense Alice smiling even over the phone.

“You love him honey.”

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and hug her close.

“Who are you talking to.” Came a voice.

“Hi Mojave!” Alice shouted over the receiver, she had obviously heard his voice. He rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Alice! Hang up the phone! You can talk to your sister when we get back!” He chuckled.

“I love you too Mojave! Take care of my sister now!”

“She is in good hands.” He gave Cheyenne’s breast a squeeze. “Literally.”

Cheyenne turned red at the action but smiled and leaned into her love.

“I’m gonna hang up now Alice. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Tell Mitchell we say hello and he better treat you like a lady on your date tonight!”

“Will do. I love you!”

“I love you too my little Skyfire.”

And she hung up the phone and turned around to Mojave sliding her arms around his neck grinning. He returned her grin.

“He’s taking her on a date?”

“Yes love.” She replied kissing him. His smile broadened as he kissed back.

“He’s falling in love with her.”

“She’s already in love with him.”

“He may be my cousin but she’s like my sister. He hurts her I kick his ass.”

Cheyenne giggled.

“And she considers you a brother.”

With that she kissed him before they could continue any more playful banter. He groaned kissing her back his hands grasping her rounded buttocks firmly. A chuckle left his lips as he pulled away. The heat from his pants radiated and Cheyenne grinned upon feeling the hardness rub up against her.

“Let me go light a fire. Then we can really heat this cabin up.” He winked.

Soon a fire was crackling in the fireplace and Cheyenne had decided to prepare a plate filled with their favorite fruits and some chocolate. She knew that Mojave enjoyed licking chocolate off of her fingers as well as other parts of her body. Eagerly he awaited her arrival as he lounged upon the couch, donned in nothing but a pair of flannel pants. It showed off his taut lean muscles under such smooth flesh. The mere sight of him sitting shirtless was enough to get Cheyenne going. A soft purr emitted from her throat as she set down the tray of goods and straddled her lover, her warm mouth aimed directly at his neck. She could feel his pulse throbbing against her lips as she showered his strong neck with kisses and gentle nips but she could also feel his organ harden beneath her. With a devious grin she kissed Mojave fiercely, grinding her hot sex against his erection as she did. Something about her drove Mojave nuts, in a good way. The man groaned into her mouth as his tanned hands grasped her rounded buttocks roughly. Breaking from her he released another low moan as he felt her wetting sex press against his.

“Cheyenne. Floor. Now.” He growled a bit. She grinned, leaned forward and nipped his lower lip before sliding off his lap and quickly removing her clothes. However as soon as she was naked in front of him he pounced on her, ravishing her flesh with his lips as he removed his pants to release his throbbing hardness. No time was wasted as he promptly thrust into her. Nothing was gentle about his actions, and that is how they both liked it. Strong hands gripped onto her firm buttocks as his hips repeatedly slammed into hers and low grunts emitted from his throat as he repeatedly penetrated her. In turn Cheyenne arched her frame into his, her legs wrapping around his powerful torso to pull him closer to her. Toned arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her so she could feel his hot breath upon her neck. His teeth enclosed over her shoulder as he nipped her flesh, suckled upon it. His goal was to leave a mark. She released a high pitched moan as he switched up his angle of penetration to stroke that sweet spot of hers.

“Yes Mojave!” She squealed. One hand clutched the back of his head, fingers tangled in the mane of dark tresses that spilled around his face, the other digging into his shoulder. Plump lips pressed kisses up her neck and to her ear as he pumped himself deeply into her sex.

“You’re enjoying the feel of my hair upon your bare flesh aren’t you baby.” He purred with a grin before kissing her head. “And you’re so close, I can feel it.”

It was true. Cheyenne was close to orgasm. His lips crashed against hers, kissing her fiercely as he thrust deeply into her. Soon enough Cheyenne screamed into her beloved mouth, white flashed before her eyes and her muscles clamped around his member as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her body, shooting down to every nerve, to every fiber of her being. And moments later she heard a low grunting in her ear as Mojave buried himself into her spilling every last drop of his seed into her. Panting he slowly withdrew from her and rolled to her side with a satisfied sigh. Small beads of sweat rest across his brow, as his chest rose and fell. A smile curled across both of their lips as Cheyenne shifted onto her side and placed her head against his broad shoulder, kissing his bearded jaw lightly. A muscled arm slid around her frame, dexterous fingers stroking her hip lightly as they heaved a collective sigh.

“I love you Cheyenne.” He murmured.

“I love you too Mojave.”

They shared a sweet kiss and smiled but Mojave pulled away slightly, his fingers stroking her cheek lightly.

“My love I have a question for you that I would very much like to know the answer to…” His voice was low and soft.

“What is that my sweet?” She asked her fingers gently stroking his beard.

Quickly pressing a kiss to her forehead he staggered to get to his feet and slowly walked towards a cabinet behind the couch. In the back corner he found the little box he was looking for and smiled. Cheyenne gave him a curious look as she straightened up.

“Mojave?” She questioned.

He stood behind the couch a broad smile on his face as he held the box concealed in his hands. She raised a brow at him as she gracefully rose to her feet and shuffled to him. Her hand went to his shoulder, her eyes holding a rather curious twinkle.

“Honey?” She asked.

Slowly he slid down to one knee and revealed the box opening it to reveal a ring, a golden band inlaid with turquoise. A hopeful look twinkled in his eyes as he glanced up to Cheyenne. She gasped upon seeing the ring, her hands covering her mouth in surprise.

“Gods…Mojave?”

“Cheyenne my only? Will you marry me?” He asked.

She had to remember to breathe as she looked from the man she loved, to the ring, and then back up to him again. Tears began to well in her eyes as she pounced upon Mojave kissing him. He kissed her back with a smile and then pulled away.

“I take that as a yes?”

“Of course you big lummox! I would be so happy to be your wife!”

She laughed as tears of sheer joy dripped down her cheeks. He took the ring and slid it upon her ring finger a broad smile upon his face and caressed her cheek with his hand.

“I love you Cheyenne and I want nothing more than to be your husband.” He said as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly.