Red (Raph x April) Part 8

This is a fantasy/fairytale/horror using TMNT Characters, please note they will not act like their counterparts from any universe.
So please keep that in mind and not comment that so and so wouldn't act like that and so forth thanks

This story will be posted in short drabble length parts, that will be updated ever Saturday.

(TMNT CC are AU based fantasy based on 2003 version turtles but not based on TMNT Universe)
Warning (Rated: T) Disturbing Content, Foul Language, violence, gore.
Please Don't Read if you don't like this stuff.


With a long straw broom in her hand, April swept away the dust that covered the loft's plank floor, which she was going to make as her spot for her bed.

Having that large window accessible to her, that overlooked the forest and also had the great old tree at arms reach; it was a perfect place to rest for the night.

Even with the large tree there, the summer night sky was still very visible before her.

The full moon cast its rays of light that danced with her, illuminating the dust giving it a sparkling glow.

It was stunning to watch pushing away her disturbing encounter with Leo to the back of her mind.

She was best not to dwell on his words or his actions; it would only haunt her to no end.

A whimsical tune came to her, falling victim to its catchy rhythm, April hum to it, unaware of the prying eyes locked onto her.

The enchanting atmosphere took her, making her heart sore to new heights.

With a twist, she twirled on the ball of her heals, letting the broom to be her partner, as she led him instead of him leading her.

The world washed away around her, making herself and her broom the only ones that matter.

She moved gracefully to and throw, not stopping her steps or silencing her humming, she felt free at the moment and didn't care for anything else.

The shadow of her watcher suddenly caught April's attention as she came aware she was being observed, forcing her to come to a screeching halt to her dance.

Out of control, her heart pounded, April gasped in horror at the old woman standing there, while the woman only just smiled at her widely.

"Grandmother! You startled me… I thought you were…" April caught her breath, placing the broom behind her shyly.

"You thought I was someone special?" the old woman beamed, looking at the full moon, then finally passing April the pile of blankets she had in her hands.

"What are you talking about? You are special to me grandmother," April kissed the old lady on the cheek, taking the old quilts she always loved to snuggle into.

The old woman watched April concerned, placing a hand on her shoulder before speaking, "April why didn't you eat your supper? You should be famished over your long journey to come here."

April sighed deeply, placing the blankets down, she didn't want her grandmother to know of her problems or the situation that was brewing between her and Leo.

"I was just not very hungry grandmother, that is all. I'm sorry if I have worried you. That wasn't my intention."

Mrs. O'Neil went to her grandchild, taking her hand gently with her withered hands age by time, "My dear child you worry me all the time. That is what we grandparents do; we wish the world for our kin."

"I know grandmother," April sighed again, biting her lip.

Noticing April's obvious stress the old woman patted April's hand warmly, "You know what child? I think a nice soak in the bath would do you wonders."

"Oh grandmother, you don't have to do that, I am just fine as is…" the damsel protested, she really didn't want to bother her grandmother with such things.

"Nonsense, besides I already made it for you," the crafty woman smiled as April shook her head, she should have known better.

"Very well then," April put the broom to the side, "I guess I just have to take you up onto your offer. All considering you did take the time to do this for me after all."

"I knew you would my dear. It's so nice to have you home again," the old woman stated walking away with a skip.

Following behind her grandmother, April felt guilty by that statement, she wasn't home, she was just visiting.

In the morning she will be back on her way.


The bathroom as she remembered it was just the same as it has always been.

The small room that only could fit one metal tub had breathtaking tapestries hanging on the walls that her grandmother and mother made long ago.

There were some fresh flowers in a vase that sat on the window sill and the air was fresh with outdoors smells of wildflowers and apple spice wood, this was homely than any public bath.

Her grandmother spoiling her like normal, not just made only the water the right temperature, but showered the water with thousands of purple Lilac flowers.

They were beautiful floating on the surface of the crystal clear water.

Taking off her sweaty soaked clothes that were covered with dirt as well, April let a joyful coo out, feeling the water kissing her skin.

Baths was a luxury she missed so much, yes she use to take them in town, but it wasn't like she was able to have one whenever she wanted to.

Letting the water to wrap around her like a warm blanket, April melted away closing her eyes.

This was relaxing and she swore the water wasn't only washing the grime off her skin, but her worries and doubts as well.

It must have been an hour before she knew this had to end, dragging herself reluctantly out of that water.

Her skin was kissed with the aroma of the flowers, bringing a smile to her lips.

This is what her skin should smell like, not of grime and sweat.

Even the towel she used was soft and smelled of fresh air, wrapping around her body warm and snuggly.

These were one of those things that was great to do before bed, she truly felt relaxed and refreshed.

Going towards the mirror that hanged on the wall, April comb her long red hair, which felt soft from her bath and shined within the candle light.

In the corner of her eye the damsel came aware of the clothes with an elegant flower pattern to them laid out on a stool not far from her.

Curiosity captivating her, she wondered what they were or where they came from.

To her surprised there was a tag on it with her name, so they were for her?

Revealing what it was she smiled more, running her fingers on the soft brown material with pale red flowers.

It was a night gown and a bandana for her hair, it has been a while she had a new one.

The ones at home where worn out and were never made with such fine fabrics.

Where did her grandmother get it from?

Shrugging with a giggle April put it on, admiring how it fit nicely to her figure.

Oddly though they stop at her knees, she never seen a gown that short, it did make her soft pale skin on her legs feel free though she had to admit.

Unable to stop the urge she did on full twirl in the mirror, watching how the material flowed by her movements.

With her satisfied bath and now gown, April deemed she was now ready for bed.


Bursting with joy and in a great mood, the damsel skipped up the stairs towards the loft.

Just to stop at the top in surprise, not suspecting to be met with the sight of her bed all ready made for her and more flowers decorating it?

The bed and surrounding it, was covered with purple lilacs, similar to the ones that were in her bath.

Tilting her head in wonder, she couldn't fandom why her grandmother would do that.

Suddenly a distortion within the moonlight caught her eye, as she came aware there was a shadow cast on the floor of the loft and it wasn't the tree.

Looking up quickly at the open window, April's heart sank and fear seeing the golden eyes in the darkness staring at her hungrily.

The overwhelming dread took her as she saw the amusing grin forming on his turtle lips.

In a flash he leaped out of the tree landing onto the window sill, leaning on it watching her contently.

Nervously April debated her options, was she to run?

Was he here to claim her as he been stating he would?

In the corner of April's eye, she could see what seemed to be a pitchfork leaning against a pillar not far from her.

If she timed this right, she should be able to reach it before he could get to her.

Bolting for the pitchfork, she reached for it anticipating he would stop her attempts to protect herself, yet he did not, as the old wooden pole was in her hands firmly.

Swinging it in front of her, April pointed it towards the window, where Raph didn't stir.

"A pitchfork, Red?" Raph chuckled, casually stepping off the window sill to the loft, watching her curiously.

"Don't you take another step or I will…" April waved the pitchfork showing she wasn't kidding and she wasn't afraid of using it, if she must.

"Or you will what? Kill me? The-big-bad wolf?" Raph churred taking off his cloak laying it over the window sill to show her he was unarmed.

"I will if it is what it takes to stop you from claiming me!" April growled, wishing he would stop attempting to approach her.

With a hearty laugh Raph walked up to her, not fazed on the idea she would hurt him.

Before she knew it, he was in front of her.

When did he do that? She was watching him like a hawk, how did he get so close to her in a blink of an eye?

Amused, Raph gently grabbed the hand that had the pitchfork aiming it away from them, then finally getting her to let go of it all together.

"There, that's better, you don't seem like the violent type, besides do you really want to ruin the beautiful present I gave you. That looks fascinating on you?" Raph placed his hand in the middle of her back pressing her against his body.

Quivering April gulped, so he was the one that gave her this gown? Was this some kind of ritual before he devours her?

Pressing his thumb in the palm of her hand, Raph made circles, which were soft and consistent.

He was trying to soothe her, bringing her comfort to overcome her fear.

"You're still afraid of me?" Raph said slowly.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're the big bad wolf!" April whimpered, biting her lip, feeling his beak brushing against her neck, bringing her that unexpected pleasure she experienced before from him.

"Is that the real reason? Or could it be that you are scared that you will enjoy every second of me claiming you?" Raph growled seductively licking her neck.

Squeaking, April pressed her lips firmly to stop the moans that wanted to escape, he smelled so good and his tongue against her neck was heavenly.

No one has ever made her chest feel like it was on fire before, not to that extent.

"You smell great, I knew the scent of Lilac would suit you. I know all too well you love those flowers," Raph deeply churred more, taking a light nibble to her neck, making April want to melt into his arms.

His confession slowly seeping into her mind, April snapped out of her love lust, pushing the turtle off her quickly, making him to fall backwards onto his shell.

"What was that?! You gave me this gown and put flowers in my bath… To achieve what? To seduce me!" April spat in rage grabbing the pitchfork aiming at the turtle's throat, as he put his hands up in surrender.

"I did that to be romantic… I see that no man has done anything nice for you… Or do you aim pitchforks to everyone that tries to attempt to woo you?" Raph let out another sigh, taking his left hand to push away the pitchfork to get back to his feet.

"Romantic? Being nice to me? What man that is not engaged to the woman of his fancy, goes into that woman's bath and leaves such things? What are you really after here?" April demanded waving the pitchfork.

Smiling Raph shrugged, "I see you're still not ready, very well then. I apologize for my intrusion this time around dear angelic beast."

"BEAST!" April yelled in surprise, floored he dared to insult her like that.

Chuckling Raph turned around making his leave, "Yes beast, it describes you in so many ways. You're strong and have a will like no other woman I have laid eyes upon. You're elegant and beautiful, with hair that the gods would be jealous of. You're a creature that is rare and I wish to claim… that mean your heart, body and soul Red, I will have it one day. I just know it."

Grabbing his cloak, Raph ready himself to jump for the tree, "Red, beware of the Hunter, don't take all his words to heart… He will lie to you. Follow what your heart tells you."

With that Raph was gone, no more than a whisper of the night leaving the damsel star struck, unsure what to say or think once again.

Why does he have such an effect on her? As well what did he mean beware of the Hunter, he will lie to her? Lie about what?