A Hero's Desires

Chapter 7: Fire and Water

Slowly Sparrow opened her eyes, her head throbbing in pain. All that she saw was blurry and unknown. Her eyes began to adjust to the light. She could make out that she was in the study of the mansion. She saw the bookshelves, the desk with Reaver's diary on it. How she got there she did not know. Sparrow's memories of the party were foggy, although she did remember that she did go back to the mansion a bit drunk.

Moving her head, she noticed that she was on top of someone. When she looked to see who it was, she gasped. She was lying on top of Reaver! Reaver opened his eyes, a smile beginning to appear on his face.

"Well good morning Sparrow. I trust you slept well." He said, smirking.

Sparrow rose up from him, walking towards the fireplace. She was completely confused and bewildered. She held her shoulders, hoping to find a place in her mind away from Reaver. Her body began to tremble, with no memory of what happened at the party, she feared what he may have done to her.

"What did you do to me?" she croaked, trying to breathe, fearing what happened.

"You were drunk." Reaver said bluntly, "You were drunk and I, being a gentleman, brought you here." He rose up from the sofa, approaching Sparrow.

Sparrow cupped her head with her hands, struggling to remember. All she could remember was returning to the mansion.

"Ah there you are!" Reaver's voice echoed in her mind.

"I remember…you…and the mansion…coming back to it…" she began, clutching her face, "I think I was a little drunk."

"Now that you were." Reaver said, putting his hands on Sparrow's shoulders. Reaver's touch sent a burst of pleasure surging in Sparrow's skin. The pleasure brought with it shattered memories, fragments of what happened at the party. Sparrow saw clear as day Reaver poring her multiple drinks. She could not remember much after that but one memory that stood out was the pleasure she felt when Reaver touched her.

"You! You got me even more drunk!" She shouted, turning to face him.

"Now why would I do that?" He asked, perfectly aware that he did.

"Because you're a sick bastard, who cannot go one night without someone in his bed!" Sparrow hissed, giving him an icy glare and clenching her fists.

"Oh come, come Sparrow, you gave into me." He said, embracing her.

Sparrow began to fight against Reaver's grip on her body, "You got me drunk! You were going to sleep with me while I was drunk!" She continued to fight against him.

"Well I could have but I did not. You fell asleep after I showed you a bit of what I am capable of." He said, smiling at her, his eyes burning with lust. He wanted to bed her so badly, he wanted to do many things to her, but didn't that night.

"At least I can't remember any of it!" She hissed at him, her words cold.

"Oh really?" Reaver said, eyeing her impishly. Sparrow looked at him, worried.

Reaver shoved Sparrow against the wall, holding her wrists. Sparrow was over powered by Reaver, unable to stop him, leaving her at his mercy. Reaver pressed his lips against Sparrow's, releasing the burning pleasure that festered in him. Sparrow remembered the same feeling the first time he kissed her. She may have been drunk but she could still recall the feeling. Her body began to yearn for more of the pleasure that Reaver could give her, but her mind was shrieking at her to not fall to temptation.

His lips began to caress her neck, burning them as well with desire. Reaver wanted to keep kissing her. He pressed his lips harder onto her soft skin, leaving red marks wherever his lips touched. Slowly, he pulled his face away from her, his charming smile gracing his face.

"Do you remember now?" he asked, proud with his achievement. He let go of Sparrow's wrists and began to run his fingers along her cheeks. Sparrow's mind was screaming at her to stay strong. Sparrow opened her eyes, aware that she was slowly slipping, giving into Reaver. She broke free from his hands and ran out of the study, dashing for her room. Once inside, she locked the door and flung herself on her bed, burring her head in her pillow.

Soon, visions began to enter her mind, visions that were new to her. She saw herself, in a white dress, wearing a crown, dancing with a man. She could not make out their face but then the vision changed. She saw a child, and heard words that she had only heard once in her life.

"Her child not yet born…but destined for greatness…"

Sparrow opened her eyes, puzzled by the visions. Wolf trotted over to her, whimpering, confused. Sparrow began to stroke her dog's fur, hoping that it would relax her.

"Oh god what have I gotten myself into?" she thought to herself.

The next day, Sparrow dressed in all black, carrying her things. She wore a black dress and cloak, along with black shoes. She looked at her dog, giving him a somber look.

"Come on boy, we are going to visit Rose." She said quietly.

Wolf howled mourning Rose. They both made their way down towards the main entrance when they encountered Reaver.

"And where are YOU going?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"None of your damn business." She said, glaring at the pirate.

"I sense that you have given up." He said making his way towards her.

"No I haven't. I just…I need to go somewhere." She said, softly.

"And may I ask where is it that you're going?" He asked, holding her chin.

"I told you, none of your damn business." She hissed.

"It is my business. If you leave the mansion for more than a day, you lose." He said, with a smug smile.

"But-" Sparrow began to protest but Reaver hushed her.

"My game, my rules." He said, "Now why don't you tell me where it is you are going."

Sparrow sighed, turning to face the window. "I'm going to Bower Lake…to see my sister."

"Oh you have a sister? Oh if she is lovely I might-" Reaver started.

"It's not like that! My sister is dead!" She bellowed, "In about 10 days, it will be the anniversary of her death, I wish to pay my respects to her."

"You'll be gone for 10 days? Then I must accompany you." Reaver said, smiling.

"Oh no you're not!" Sparrow protested.

"If I can't come, you forfeit the game." He said, placing his hands on Sparrow's shoulders.

Sparrow sighed, knowing she was going to regret letting Reaver join her, but she had no choice. "Fine, you can come."

"Oh how wonderful." Reaver whispered in her ear, "And even better, we can travel by sea."

Sparrow was already regretting letting Reaver come along, but if it prevented her from forfeiting the game, it was okay. Reaver grabbed a few things, then made his way to the docks, Sparrow and Wolf following.

Sparrow's eyes soon gazed upon Reaver's ship. It was a Galleon made of a fine wood. The name was carved on the back of the ship. Sparrow laughed at the name of the ship. She wasn't surprised Reaver would name the ship after himself.

"What is so funny?" Reaver asked, unamused.

"You really are narcissistic." She commented, still laughing.

Reaver just stuck his nose in the air, not replying to Sparrow's comment. Both of them boarded "The Reaver", the crew all working, getting ready to depart. Reaver kept a sharp eye on the crew, making sure everything was perfect. Sparrow however, did the best she could to stay out of the crew's way.

Soon everything was ready and the ship began to depart from the docks. Reaver, at the wheel began to gaze out onto the open horizon, the wind with them blowing his hair and the sails.

"Tis' good to be back at sea."

Sparrow headed for the bow of the ship, the wind brushing against her skin and playing with her hair, the sun shining bright on her. She could understand why one would love to be on the sea, the freedom it gave and the chance for adventure would make anyone's life feel worth living. Sparrow breathed in the sea air, opening her arms, and taking flight.

Just like a sparrow.