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Casa de Angeles

The year was 1972 and I had just received my draft papers for the Vietnam War; I had spent little time with my family before leaving, I didn't want for any of them to think that I was scared of this. I had wanted it for some odd reason. I know in my gut that I will be back, so I had made sure that I warned them not to worry. This would not be a bad thing, and I could start college as soon as I got back. Maybe my experience with the medical field would help me out there; maybe it wouldn't only time could tell that story.

I ruffled my hair and rolled down the window to my car, it was a warm summer night in California and I could smell the bakeries passing by. My stomach growled as I glanced out at the long desert highway ahead of me. The papers were issued out of my birth town Chicago, IL and instead of riding the crowded bus I decided to drive my 1969 Chevy Nova to base. I didn't really know what to expect, but I had a feeling this was going to definitely be an experience of a life time.

I avoided the picketing crowds gathering around the other draftee's as I pulled out of town, there was no need to get involved with those radicals. They would tear me to pieces for actually wanting this, though I must admit that I am going to be rather upset when they chop off my hair. I actually liked my long untamable mess of a head. The bronze color accented my deep green eyes and strong jaw line, not that I am girly by any means, no my sister Alice told me this and well I learned a long time ago that you never bet against her.

She was the least worried of my family, she had the same gut feeling that I would return home safely and that made me feel a whole hell of a lot better. It was sad to say but I trusted her gut instincts over my own and only wish that I could take her to war with me. Lord knows she'd be a useful asset to have around, kind of like a lucky charm.

I swerved slightly on the dirt highway and realized that I had possibly missed my exit. I hadn't really been paying attention and hoped that I hadn't driven too far away from my destination. I turned the car around and started heading in the opposite direction, hours had passed since I left home and the night air was bouncing around me, my eyes were growing heavier as I squinted through the dirt on the windshield.

Up ahead in the distance I could see a shimmering light that looked faintly like a hotel sign. I don't remember seeing it before, but then again I didn't see my exit either. As I approached an iron gate blocking the entrance to the hotel I realized that it was harder to hold my head up and my sight was growing dim, so I rang the gate bell hoping to stop in for just the night. I could leave early in the morning and maybe they could give me directions to where I needed to go.

What sounded like a loud mission bell rang in the distance as the large Iron Gate slowly opened. It wasn't being pulled by anyone that I could see and as far I noticed there wasn't any kind of mechanics controlling it. A creepy chill ran up and down my arms giving me goose bumps and causing the hair on my arms to stand up. I pulled the car forward down the dirt drive way and turned off the headlights. Maybe I could ask how the gate operated, surely that would put my mind at ease.

I climbed out of my car and pulled a small overnight bag out of the back seat. I made sure to check my door locks in case they had that kind of problem out here and looked around. The entire place seemed to be deserted of all living things. The only thing other than me and my car was an old beat up red truck that looked as if it belongs back in the 1940's. I am surprised it didn't have a wind up start on the front of it.

A heard a small creak near me and turned towards a yellow lighted door way, and there she stood, she had long brown hair that reached the middle of her back with pale skin and big brown eyes. I could make out the small smirk on her face but I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I was normally pretty good at reading people, and it seemed that this one was speaking another language simply through her eyes. I was instantly curious about her and thinking to myself that this could be heaven or hell but I was definitely along for the ride.

"Welcome to Casa De Angeles."

I was caught off guard by her melodic voice; it rang in my ears and sent another wave of chills down my spine. Her curvaceous body swayed slightly as she waved for me to follow her inside. Her smirk never faded as I hitched my bag over my shoulder and walked past her into the entry way. She smelt floral something that I could only describe as Freesia and Strawberry.

"Hello, my name is Edward Mason."

"Nice, to meet you Mr. Mason, My name is Bella."

"You can call me Edward, and you name is very fitting."

"Thank Edward, and why is that?"

"It means beautiful in Italian."

"Oh well, I am far from that."

"I'd like to argue with you about that."

"Well Edward, maybe you can save that argument for another day. Please follow me."

I subconsciously ran my fingers through my hair as she walked past me and into a smaller room that held one desk and a few keys that were hung up behind it. I never had a girlfriend before and I had no idea what I was doing, but I couldn't stop the words that came out of my mouth when talking to her, and I had never in my entire life been so forward with someone before. But then again, I had never in my life met someone as beautiful as her before now.

"How long will you be staying?"

"Only for the night."

"Ok, well I'll put you in room 33; it's one of my favorite."

"Why is that?"

"It has the most history involved."

"Care to share the details?"

"Maybe some other time, follow me."

There were three halls extending from the center room that we were presently in, I could picture a maze with children running along the corridors playing hide and go seek. Bella had lit a candle and started down the far right hall way towards what I assume to be the room I would be staying in. Her slender waste line gently moved from side to side as if it was just the breeze in the room to carry her feet.

I could feel my own arousal as I watched her lead the way and decided that I should change not only my line of sight, but also my line of thinking. This girl would not want me and advancement would probably scare her into calling the man or something. I had a pretty clean record and I needed to keep it that way if I planned on attending medical school when I got back home.

Welcome

"I'm sorry, did you say something Bella?"

"No, but here we are."

Bella had opened the door to my room and stood aside with her arm extended out granting me passage. I swear I heard someone whisper 'Welcome' as we approached the door. Maybe it's just been a long night; I guess I could be hearing things.

Welcome

"Bella, are you sure you didn't just hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I must be going crazy."

"Maybe you are."

Bella had tilted her head to the side allowing her long brown hair to cascade around her heart shaped face. Her eye brows knitted together forming a small crease on her forehead…was I suppose to say something else? I ran my fingers through my hair again and watched as the twinkle in her eyes appeared with a small smirk; this woman was going to be the death of me.

"Edward, are you hungry?"

"A little bit I guess, I hadn't really thought of it. Why?"

"Well, I made some spaghetti; there is plenty if you'd like to eat with me."

"Oh, that sounds great. Let me freshen up a bit and…"

"Just meet me back at the front desk."

She had not only cut me off but she left no room for rebuttal, not that I would have argued with her…hell, she was offering me free food with a beautiful woman, now I ask you, what man in his right mind would turn that down? I would be a damn fool if I did. Bella smiled gently and walked briskly back down the hall way, my eyes lingered a little longer than really was necessary.

Beautiful

"You got that right."

Great, now I was talking to the imaginary voices in my head. I shut the room door quietly and turned to have a look around my room. It was very simple; a huge bed took up most of the room with a small wooden night stand on the side. There were mirrors on the ceiling above the four post canopy and another small door leading to what I hoped was a bathroom.

I set my overnight bag on the bed and unbuttoned the first two top buttons on my shirt. Once I felt comfortable in my own clothes I walked towards the bathroom and glanced around. There was a sink, toilet, and an old time bath tub that sat up on four small rounded legs. It made me wonder how far back the history of this place went and I made a mental reminder to ask Bella about the history of the room again. At least that could be a conversation starter if she seemed quiet at dinner.

I turned on the hot water in the sink and began washing my face off steam picked up quickly in the small bathroom so I towel dried off and stepped back into my room. There was a window overlooking more deserts and a small pool. A wooden fence surrounded the area and extended off towards what appeared to be a dim lit court yard. There was a soft melody playing in the background and laughter, but I could not see anyone out there…maybe the courtyard extended past my vision? I shrugged my shoulders and shut the window as another chill ran down my spine. I didn't feel cold, yet the hair was standing up on my arms again.

Definitely crazy.

I grabbed the overnight bag and gripped the handle tightly with my fingers before flinging it over on the night stand that occupied the left hand side of the bed. Hopefully a good night's sleep tonight will help with the delusions I was presently having. I fished an old lighter out of my jean pockets and flicked it on, my stomach was now doing summersaults reminding me that there was food waiting to be served, so I used the flame of my small lighter to light the way down the quiet hall way.

When I had made it back to the little room I wasn't at all surprised to see Bella standing with her back facing me humming what sounded like Claire De Lune, she was absent mindedly drawing on a scrap piece of paper and yet she looked more beautiful than I had ever imagined her to be.

"You don't seem to get very many guests here?"

She turned her body towards me and smiled shyly before rolling her eyes and motioning me towards one of the other hall ways "There is always plenty of room here, no one ever stops by." She said with a chuckle laced with sarcasm. I smiled even though she probably didn't see me and followed her through another door that led us outside. We were rather close to the pool on a cement back porch that had six or seven different tables with chairs set up. One was littered with plates and glasses as well as a pot of what I assume to be her spaghetti and two candles.

"Do you work here often?"

"We're open all year, any time of year you will find me here sitting and waiting for guest."

"So you live here?"

"I have no place else I can be…so yea."

"No place else you can be? I'm sorry you lost me there…"

She let out a long sigh as we took a seat at the table, she began serving our plates and wringing her hands together nervously, it seemed like a pretty simple question but I didn't bring it up again, maybe there was some deep dark secret that she didn't feel comfortable with talking to me about. Everything was beginning to grow silent except for the clinking of silverware as she finished setting up the table. I didn't want her to stop talking so I brought out my back up plan.

"You mentioned a history to this place earlier; do you have time to tell me the story?"

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

I nodded my head for her to continue, I felt that speaking wasn't really a necessary acknowledgment with her, she was simple and I could only form simple answers at the present time. I felt like I was teetering between being tired and overly anxious to hear her speak again.

"Well, as long we don't end up talking about some silly and irrelevant chemical processes I'll be happy to tell the story."

"Bad experience?"

"You can say I have dealt with my fair share of 'researchers'"

"Researchers?"

"I'll get to that during the story I guess, do you want something to drink?"

"Bella, I can get the drinks if you tell me where they are."

"Oh don't worry about that, what would you like?"

"Do you have any wine?"

"Oh we haven't had alcohol here since 1969."

"Why not?"

"My mother committed suicide and my father was an alcoholic, so once he died I kind of just got rid of the stuff."

"Oh, sorry to hear that, water will be fine."

"Ok, I'll be right back."

I could tell by her quickened pace that I had possibly brought up a conversation that she really didn't want to have with me. I couldn't blame her at all, how tragic her life must have been growing up. I had a sudden urge to protect her from the cruelty that was held within these walls, what history could really hold such a beautiful and intelligent creature here?

Bella held a craving for me that I had never experienced, her very presences demanded my full attention, and although I know I needed sleep tonight, I couldn't help but try to keep myself awake just so that I could have one more minute with her, I wonder if she would mind my return when I got out of the war…surely I could pass myself off as just a traveler, I didn't want her to think of me as some kind of stalker.

"Sorry that took so long Edward."

"Oh, you didn't take long at all."

I hoped she couldn't hear the fake sincerity in my voice, I did not mean to be rude, and I surely did not mean to rush her. I wasn't really thirsty for water, more like just her and nothing but her. I felt like a monster craving a woman that I should not have, not only was she probably far too innocent for me, but I would have to leave in the morning with no answer on when I could return to her. I am a monster, but I cannot stop myself, I crave her in the worst kind of way.

She had set the glasses of water down on the table and took a seat across from me crossing her legs gently before placing her elbow down on the table to rest her head. The slight tilt in her head caused a glimmer from the candle light to sparkle in the iris of her deep chocolate eyes. Normally brown eyes were an automatic deterrent for me; they were so flat and lifeless. Her eyes held emotion, a deep running emotion that I could not tear myself away from nor did I want to at this point.

"Bella?"

"Oh sorry, did I space out?"

"No, No…you're fine. I am still interested in the history of this place though."

"Oh yea, that…well it is a pretty long story."

"I have time if you do."

"It gives most people night mares."

"I think I can handle it."

"I thought you might say that."

She smirked at me as I grinned back at her, she was starting to be a little bit more playful but I noticed that her food was untouched, so was her glass of water. My plate was half empty and my glass was probably about half full now. I didn't want to keep her from eating so that she could tell me a story or anything, but then again she seemed a little hesitant to eat the food in front of her. Her fork twirled in the pasta as she thought over how to start the story, or at least that is what I assume she was thinking about. I couldn't really imagine it being anything else that captured her attention. I cleared my throat slightly and stuck another bite of pasta in my mouth.

"Back in the 1960's everything was…different around here. People would come and stay for a weekend just to get away, this place has always had a real charm to it I guess. My mother and father bought it back in the late 50's. Anyways there was always an old story about this place being haunted, we never really paid it much attention, but rumor was that you could hear voices, people welcoming you from a distance, telling you stories about their crimes and alibis; supposedly this was the site of a mass suicide murder. People said that they all danced in the summer heat as some sort of ritual and stabbed each other to death while the leader bathed in their blood."

She made a disgusted face and turned her body so that she was now angled away from the table and towards the court yard. I couldn't help but mimic her position and wonder if the emotion on her face was because she didn't believe it or because the thought of blood grossed her out. Surely there had to be a way to prove whether or not there was a mass suicide on these grounds, it would have to be in the news somewhere. She took in a deep breath and let out another long sigh before turning her gaze towards mine again.

"You didn't believe it?"

It came out more like a statement than it did a question. She was a little hesitant to answer but eventually nodded her head in agreement, so she didn't believe it, now what? Does she have reason to believe that the story is true?

"It was a silly story, it still is a silly story, people make things up just to a get rile out of you."

"I hear that."

She smiled at my enthusiasm and pointed out towards the courtyard, it didn't seem as if she pointing directly towards the courtyard, but maybe towards the tree sitting in the center of the courtyard with a bench wrapped around it.

"Do you want to go sit over there?"

"Oh, no…but that is the location we are discussing."

"So tell me Bella, what is so scary about that story, and what seems to have you so fascinated in it?"

"Well, there is more to the story."

"Did you plan on telling me the rest?"

She smiled at me and nodded her slightly as I reached to grab my now empty glass of water. She pushed her glass slightly towards me and motioned for me to drink it. I didn't question her, I didn't want to steer her attention away from telling me her story or well, the history of this place. Bella pulled her hair back from her face and cleared her throat slightly before continuing her story.

"My mother believed the story. She believed all of it, my father thought she was crazy, she kept waking up in the middle of the night talking about voices and people out in the courtyard. He never heard a thing out there, but every night he would get up with her and go inspect the courtyard. He would always return empty handed and a little bit more sluggish than he was the first time. That's when I think he took to drinking. Maybe it was his way of getting a good night sleep."

Bella shrugged her shoulders and crossed her fingers together in her lap. Before uncrossing and then re-crossing her legs again. I watched as the light flickered off of the pale skin of her legs and silently wished that more could be exposed to me than was. Whether this story turned out to be scary or not I was probably not going to be sleeping well tonight, every second apart from her made me feel a little bit more anxious. After I had taken another drink I nodded my head in her direction for her to continue.

"After awhile my mother stopped acting like herself she would talk to people who were not there and the guest started to get a little worried, so they eventually stopped coming here. She would rant to me about people outside dancing and to never forget but always remember, it made no sense at the time. My father well he loved my mother, but he did blame her for the business sinking. She never stopped believing in that story, and eventually she was found one morning with her wrist slit under that tree over there. Charlie, my father, couldn't take it…he blamed himself for not getting her proper help and even though the doctor doesn't deem it as suicide I believe he drank himself to death. It was done on purpose, so to me that equals suicide.

That was 1969, when I dumped out all of the liquor. I didn't ever expect anyone to come back to this place. It doesn't really hold anyone but me to it, everyone that it did hold captive by its natural charm kind of found a way out I guess."

"Why don't you leave?"

"I can't."

I looked at her for a second and turned her words over in my head, I still understand why she couldn't just leave. She didn't have to sale the place if it held some sort of strange sentimental value. But she didn't have to stay here, not unless she was willing to and wanted to stay here.

"Edward, it's getting really late…why don't I walk you to your room."

I must have been thinking over everything because I seemed to have been a little unobservant, Bella was now standing in front of me with her hand extended down towards me offering to help me up. I didn't refuse and placed my hand gently in hers before standing up from my chair.

"Bella, your hand is freezing."

"Sorry about that, poor blood circulation."

I felt the loss of her touch as she pulled her hand back shyly and took a glance at her feet. She pulled a candle off of the table we were sitting at and began leading the way back to my room. I could not make out too many of her features due to her holding the candle directly in front of her, she only looked like a dark silhouette gliding through the hall way.

Once we reached my room and repeated the same dance of her opening the door for me and motioning for me to enter I stopped in my tracks. I remembered that the conversation started with the room I was presently staying in. I don't remember her telling me the history involving this room though.

"Bella, you said that this room had a history."

"According to the rumors, this was the Master's chambers, after he bathed in the blood he came in here, got really drunk off of wine, and then he slit his own throat."

"Really?"

"That's what they say, but I don't think it's true."

"You said that this was one of your favorite rooms?"

"I like the mirrors on the top of the bed, and it was my mother's favorite room. When her and my father would fight she would sleep in here."

"Oh, so it's not haunted?"

"I thought you said you wouldn't get scared?"

"I'm fine…really."

"Ok, well then good night Edward."

"Goodnight Bella."

I closed the door and then immediately walked over to the bed to lie down. There was no point in missing out on some sleep if she was going to be doing the same thing. I closed my eyes instead of looking at myself in the mirrors above and crawled under the covers. The bed was soft and warm, the linens smelt like Bella and I figured that it must be something that she washes the laundry in.

I was beyond comfortable, and even though I was so comfortable I couldn't seem to get good sleep. I sat up straight in the bed and looked out the window. The moonlight was dancing over the gentle waves of the pool and suddenly I felt really hot, I shed my clothes and tossed them on the floor beside the bed and pulled back the large comforter so that I could sleep on the sheet.

Soon I was drifting to sleep, but it didn't feel like sleep. My heart was racing and my body felt rigid and cold. I could hear faint voices in the background but there was one in general that called to me. I could hear her sweet voice tickling my ear and I swear I felt her breath cascading down the side of my face.

"It's just a dream Edward; we are just prisoners here, of our own device. Wake up Edward."

I couldn't respond but mind told me that I wanted to, why was this angel haunting my dreams? I could hear the other voices still, but it seemed as if they were calling me from far away, I ran through corridors that seemed like black mazes all leading to the same empty and dark room. I needed to find the passage back to Bella; I needed to hear her voice again.

"Relax Edward, you can wake up now."

I shot up quickly grasping for anything or anyone who might be within my reach and found Bella. She was sitting on the side of the bed with her legs exposed and body angled towards me. The covers had been thrown off of me leaving my body exposed to the world but she didn't seem to mind. My hands were still gripped tightly to the sides of her arms when she leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"It's ok Edward."

I let out a sigh and pulled her further into my arms, she didn't hesitate as I hugged her close to my body. Instead she leaned into the hug; it seemed as if she was trying to lay me down with the pressure she was placing on my chest with her body. Her cool skin was helping with the heat wave that had not only taken over the room but my body as well.

Her delicate hands slid behind my back as her nails grazed lazily down my spine. I felt as if I was stuck inside my body while someone else took control of me, I was naked with a woman in a hotel room where the location was still unknown to me, yet I was enjoying every second of this terrible night mare.

"Take me Edward."

There was a passionate innocence in the moment, and I actually felt the urge to shake my head, was I dreaming? Was the most mysterious beautiful woman in the world asking me to take her? I may have been innocent but my mind was far from it, I am a man after all. I didn't answer but instead started to pepper kisses from her jaw down her neckline to her collar bone.

She gasped slightly but tilted her head to allow me more access. Her night gown was a button up t-shirt that I assume to be her fathers, and as I moved from kissing her neck to her full pouty lips my hands found their way to the buttons only to surprise me that she had already undone most of them herself. I didn't really know what to do but to kiss and let my body take over my actions from here on out, she had been wearing nothing under the t-shirt and now the moon light was dancing all over her pale skin. Her breasts were round and firm much like the rest of the curves along her body. She looked like an angel.

"I have never um…done this before."

I hoped that my voice didn't betray me, I may have been lacking somewhat in experience but I was not lacking in confidence, nor was I lacking in the will to satisfy her tonight. I needed to taste her, to feel every inch of her body connected with mine.

"I haven't either."

"Are you sure Bella?"

"Take me Edward."

A determination filled her eyes as her lips met my own. She pulled her body completely on top of mine and started kissing me at my jaw line. She then moved farther south raining kisses down my neck to my collar bone and then to my chest where she lazily moved her tongue around my pecks. Her soft hands slid down my waste until she was kissing right above my growing. I moaned slightly as she licked the top of my shaft and then began bobbing seductively up and down.

It didn't take me long to climax after she gripped my balls in her hand and began massaging. She swallowed up everything leaving no indication that a mess had ever even been made before peppering more lazy kisses up my chest. It was then that I realized that no matter what happened after tonight, I would never forget this woman for all of my life. I mentally vowed to find her again no matter what the cost were.

Once she was sitting on top of me kissing me again I flipped her body over and began to slowly give her the gift that she had just given me. I trailed kisses down her body taking my time to pinch and suck at her hard nipples once I had reached her clit I began the same process of pinching and sucking until she screamed and climaxed in my mouth. It was the most heaven sent taste I had ever had before and I drank every bit of it up before trailing more kisses up her thighs and back to her beautiful lips.

"Take me Edward."

I was already fully aroused and she was obviously more than ready, I heard that for girls it hurts there first time, so I wanted to take it slow with her. It wasn't just about my own pleasure, I needed to please her more than I did myself so I positioned myself at her entrance and slow started to enter. She whimpered slightly beneath me before wiggling herself free and pushing me away. Did I do something wrong?

She pulled one of my arms out from underneath me and pushed me to where I was lying on my back. I was a little shocked to say the least. There was a tiffany-twisted look in her eyes as she crawled on top of me and positioned herself above my growing. She slowly moved herself in a circular pattern teasing my arousal until I could not take it anymore, now I was the one who was whimpering in my need for her. She smirked slightly before dropping slowly onto my growing until I was completely inside her.

Her head arched back and her hair fell past her waist barely tickling my shins. She sat there for a moment taking all of me in her and adjusting to my size before she started rocking back forth on me. Her cries turned into moans and I was in a complete awe watching this beautiful woman ravaged in nothing but pure lust caused by me. I felt a burst of confidence as she rocked on me picking up pace and then slowing down to match my heavy breaths.

I flipped us over and took control of her as she had done to me earlier; I began pumping harder and faster into her as her nails dug into my shoulders and my back. I wanted to hear her scream my name, I wanted to see that animalistic look in her eyes again so I pumped harder and faster with each breath I took until I got my wish. As she climaxed she screamed my name and bit down into my shoulder with her nails digging into my back. I exploded inside her and crumpled into a pile on her chest as she began humming and running her fingers through my hair. I felt exhausted and at peace as I rested in between her breast. Soon my eyes lids grew heavy and I fell asleep nestled in her arms listening to the sound of her chest rise and fall with each breath she took.

My Bella, my angel.

It felt like it was way too soon that I was again uncomfortable with the heat of the sun beating on the side of my face. I didn't want to be late arriving in Chicago, IL but I didn't want to leave, not without her, not without my new life, my love, not without Bella by my side.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

I cracked my eyes open only to be startled fully, I jumped and hit my head on the inside of my car and looked around. I was still fully clothed, sitting in my car on the side of a high way with a street sign that looked just like the exit I missed last night. I shook my head and slammed my fist on the side of my steering wheel successfully wounding my hand in the process before I threw my seat belt off and stepped out of the car in a rage. There was no way that last night didn't happen. It was so real, yet here I was alone.

I kicked the door to my car and hoped back inside starting the engine and driving off. I was going to keep my promise and return to Bella, maybe not right this minute, but I would return. There was no doubt in my mind that the love and passion I felt last night was real, and I was going to find her again except maybe this time, there would be some more detailed explaining on her end to do.