It was a particularly dark, still night; cloudy; no moonlight; no stars. Quiet. Almost unbelievably quiet - except for her! She was in a hurry to get home so her high heels rhythmically clicked on the footpath, only to be echoed by the sound of firm, purposeful footsteps behind her. She stopped, her eyes darting in every direction. The sound of the footsteps seemed to be louder - getting ever closer! Sweat started to appear as her skin tingled. She hurried on, until she came to a path - a path through the park .. a quick way home. Should she take it? Many thoughts raced through her mind. Okay, but quickly, .. moving at a very fast walking pace she hurriedly started along the path. She was constantly turning to look behind, her eyes searching the darkness. But she saw nothing. Her mind momentarily breathed a sigh of relief. With a mind-numbing jolt out of the stillness came *that* unnerving echo again. Footsteps again - more of a solid sound this time - more demanding - threatening h
Red’s DreamShe could feel his breath warmly caressing the nape of her neck. Suddenly she shivered from more than just pleasure, feeling the heat and strength of him against her back. She turned slowly to face him and put one had against the strong planes of his chest. Looking into his eyes she almost felt swallowed. Their living emerald depths defied all that she had known before.Gently he reached down to cup her cheek. She could feel the power he kept in check, knowing how easy it would be to destroy her. Slowly she pushed against his chest and smiled as he eased himself back on the soft carpet. Still smiling she bent down to kiss him, first his mouth, then his jaw, and then the hollow of his neck. He stiffened then as if to protest, but then looking up into her luminous gray eyes he relaxed. Slowly she kissed her way down his throat and onto his chest. He was so warm she almost felt as if her mouth was being seared. She reached one small male nipple and swirl
The garage where he'd parked the van was large, holding two more vans just like it, along with a few expensive-looking cars and a motorcycle. Every one gleamed as if it'd been freshly detailed. That gave her hope: if there was some kind of staff here, or at least visiting attendants, there was a chance of escape.Out of the garage and into a basement hallway lined with six ominous metal doors; the clanking she'd heard must mean that the brunette girl was behind one of these now. She noticed that each one had a peephole--but that the eyepiece was set to look inward.They came to a more normal-looking staircase with hardwood steps, split by a landing halfway up, and began to climb. As they went, Red noticed the door of what was almost definitely an elevator opposite the stairs. How bigwasthis place? It seemed like just a large house, but what kind of house had an elevator, and why?Then she had a vision of herself tied to that pillar again, bu
Red sped away in the car and thought that how could it be so easy to flee away from the place where she was being kept imprisoned. But then she heard the howl and she knew that the entire pack of wolves was going to come to find her. She knew that she had to run in some place where they were never going to find her. And even if they did find her then they would not dare to come and get her. She did not try to look back neither did she bother about the small clothes that she was wearing. She knew that if she went in the forest then that would cause a lot of problem for her since the ones that she was fleeing from were wolves.However, the town, now that she knew that they would not come for her there in hordes. And that was two months ago. Since then, no one had bothered her and after telling her mother that she had gone to party and woken up three days later, everything was good enough to go back to normal. She remembered about the Wuvern Crest and the treasure that Veronica
“What is your name?” breathed the dragon as he looked at the woman. She looked familiar but somehow he did not recall where he had seen her the last time. All these years and time he had spent in captivity as a dragon he had gone through countless women and now all their faces had been blurred.“Red,” said Red in a whisper. And the dragon snorted.“What kind of name is that?” asked the dragon as the warm air that he let out of his nostrils and it tickled Red as she looked at him in such fear that she had never faced earlier in her life.“The kind of name that my father had for me before he knew that my mother would be pregnant with me. You can have problems with me but this is the basic courtesy that you need to know not to tell a girl things like that,” said Red and she looked at him dead in his huge eye. The dragon looked at him and said,” I have seen you elsewhere but for the sake of anything I cannot reme
Seth placed Red gently on another huge pile of gold and then looked at her earnestly and said,” You have no idea that how lonely it becomes after a few years. At first the loneliness is good and all this wealth and treasure, I know every single one of them. I know the story behind every gem and every gold coin in my collection and I keep on counting my gold and thinking about that but that also becomes a bit boring after a few millennia.”“Millenia?” Red squeaked at the word and then looked at the dragon who was watching her with amusement and said,” Lass if you hear the stories that I would say then you would never wish to leave this cave again. My name is Seth. That is the human name that I had been given by my human parents before I was born as a dragon. So you can call me that.”“You were a human?” asked Red in surprise and then she looked at him again and gulped and said,” Right. I am the one who is going to te
A soft-spoken word, a flash of flame, a single candle was lit. The pale circle of light showed three women, all robed in black. They moved about the circle, lighting candles as they went. One at each cardinal point, they called to the elements. The three witches moved with a comfortable ease with each other, calling up power from the earth. They had practiced together for many a year now and knew the feel of each other's gifts. One girl was a fair skinned lass with thick red head. She lit the candle of south, a welling passion of thought and lust. The girl of water was paler still and had dark hair, long and curled. The third was of earth, long raven black hair, the skin a deep caramel, eyes near gold. They all lit the candle of east, of air and of knowledge. The candles of the altar burned merrily. The called to the moon and to the gods. The air smelled of the pined forest, faintly of the sandalwood smoking in the censer. The noises of the night animals sound softly around them.
Red’s POVIt's hard to wake up first thing in the morning... Let alone with a fuzzy head and a hangover. I rolled over and looked for my glasses, they weren't there. Grumbling, and with a very full bladder, I sat up and looked around.. Got to find them damn glasses I thought, as the world came into focus. While this wasn't the first time I'd lost my glasses, I was sure that this was the first time I had seen this room.The only light came from a fireplace on the other side... Well, it looked like a fireplace, I think. Several large stones surrounded burning coals, and a few lit logs. A tripod and cauldron were set up and good food smells were coming from within.Uh oh, I'm in trouble. I was in a very large room, looked like stone for the most part... Nothing modern in sight, and above all no glasses. The bed I was in was on the floor, and still quite warm from my body heat. I covered back up, as I could see my breath in the air. Good thing I did because I
Eva wished she had set out for home earlier. It wasn't just that it was getting cold, it was that the light was already fading. She usually enjoyed walking home alone in the dark, even through the wood near the village, but tonight wasn't any night. Tonight was a full moon. She didn't know if she did believe in werewolves or if she didn't believe. It wasn't as if she had ever seen one, or if anyone she knew had seen one. There were stories though -- not legends or myths from long past -- stories that were better called rumours. Lambs attacked, animals half glimpsed in the dark when the moon was full.If vampires existed then why not werewolves? And vampires did exist. The stories of vampire hunters were very real and a girl had been attacked just two years ago right in her own village. The mensfolk had gone together with a vampire hunter leading them and had tracked the vampire down and put a stake through its heart. There were no more attacks after that. Vampires did exist.