The Changeling
Chapter 1
No doubt you've heard of Van Helsing, Angel, Buffy and the newbie on the block Sookie. What about it you're probably thinking? A bunch of vampire lovers, slayers and even werewolf gangbangers. Just a figment of an over active gothic lovers imagination. The supernatural answer to an erotic dream. An old story and getting oh so cliché. Yeah, that was me as well until I met Rinc.
There are many things on this great Earth that are spectacularly beautiful or incredibly dangerous. Not to mention the everyday strife of day to day living. But do we really see what is in front of us I mean really in front of us? The best disguise is one of mundane ordinary existence, to blend into society and live alongside mere mortals who populate this world. But monsters do exist. Most are in human form, the sick and evil detritus of the human race. But there are others, those lost in myth and legend and only spoke about in tales so distorted that they no longer hold any meaning. But read between the lines or listen a little more closely and maybe the element of truth is still there. A tale of good versus evil. An eternal struggle that is neither vanquished nor triumphant.
Rinc, tall, dark and handsome. Oh boy do I mean handsome, handsome in a wild dangerous way. Untameable, feral and wanted, wanted by nearly every hot blooded female, and some non-females in the locality of Saxonwood . He works at his father's garage, a Ducati dealer. Fixing, spraying and tuning up street and race bikes .In the summer time as you walk past which is a favorite past-time of the female populace, it's a sight to behold. Rinc it seems is a believer of less is more. Cut down blue denims, Caterpillar work boots and little else. To see those muscles flexing and moving beneath his olive skin is poetry in motion. The broad expanse of his chest and shoulders defined by his years lifting engines and bikes in his father's work shop .But God help you should he look up. I've seen old women blush and fluster under the gaze of those sea-blue eyes. His face is straight out of a woman's deepest darkest erotic dream. A strong chiseled jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones and dark brows sweeping like angel's wings over those piercing eyes. His hair falls loosely in dark waves to the nape of his neck, making your fingers curl and your hands itch to run through its luxurious thickness, and those lips curved into a mocking smile, full and sensuous, a promise of a million sleepless nights.
As I've said, Rinc makes even the old spinsters of this parish blush and fluster like old hens under his gaze, and I'm unashamed to say that I too have secretly observed him from time to time when I have been sure that he couldn't see me, or was too involved with his work to notice. It's when I have the chance of these small reveries that my mind wanders loosely and plays with Rinc in ways that would shame the devil. But never in my wildest imagination would I believe that I would ever act out these fantasies, and not with Rinc.
I am not your typical blonde hair, blue eyed lovely bimbo, or sultry brunette. I am around 5"9, not a bad figure, a curvaceous hourglass with short brown hair in a pixie crop. My best features would be my long legs and hazel eyes ringed with long dark lashes. Attributes I inherited from my father. Apart from that I am your average girl next door type, nothing to write home about.
When I have observed Rinc out and about with a lady clinging desperately to his biceps and trying to be the center of his attention, they have all been long, dark or blonde haired pretty girls with not much going on upstairs. I can remember thinking that the only thing they wanted to know about him was how quick they could get his sweet ass in their beds. Yeah a little jealousy creeping in, but who wouldn't? Certainly not me…..or so I thought.
