A Hero's Desire
Chapter 12: Truth or Dare
In the morning Reaver awoke from his rather busy night. All the women that lay before him in his caravan were all in their underwear or naked. Reaver smirk smile grew on his face, his pleasure satisfied. He reached for his clothes and began to put them on. He was fully dressed within a matter of minutes. Carefully he made his out of the caravan, trying not to step on the woman who he had bedded. Reaver then set off towards Sparrow's caravan; wonder if she was awake yet. However, upon arriving at her caravan, she was not inside. The door was open, but she was not inside. There was no trace of her or her dog. Reaver looked around, curious to where she was. He then found her friend, Katie who was busy tending to the chickens. Reaver marched his way over to her, eyeing her flirtatiously.
"Pardon me, my dear but do you know where Sparrow is?" he asked, giving her his charming smile.
"She went up the big hill, Hero Hill I think it's called," Katie replied, her cheeks blushing.
Reaver smiled then turned to leave the camp. As he crossed the bridge, he saw a figure dressed in black walking up the hill with an animal trotting beside her. He was sure it was Sparrow. Effortlessly, he slid down the hill, landing gracefully on the ground. Reaver quickened his pace, following her up the hill.
Sparrow turned around, looking at him unemotional. She then continued up the pathway to the top. Reaver started running to catch up with her. Once he reached her, he was tired.
"Care to explain why you did not inform me about you leaving?" he asked, out of breath.
"I wanted to go by myself," Sparrow replied, her voice somber and full of sorrow.
"And not be graced with my presence?" he asked, egotistically.
Sparrow just rolled her eyes irritated that he was here with her. She tried to remain calm, focusing her thoughts on her sister. As they reached the top of the hill, the clouds began to darken, thunder echoing in the sky. Sparrow's eyes looked on a familiar sight. Before her was a tombstone, carved in was her sister's name; Rose. Walking ever slowly, she pulled out the flowers she had bought for her sister's grave. Kneeling to the ground, she placed the flowers in front of the grave, tears rolling down her face.
"I'm sorry Rose. I am sorry I could not save you. I am sorry that your death was because of me," she said softly as more tears began to fall from her eyes. Just as tears fell from her eyes, rain began to fall from the sky.
The rain fell swiftly, damping the earth. Sparrow was soaked within seconds along with Wolf and Reaver. Wolf let out a mournful howl, letting it ring through out the heavens. Sparrow continued to stare at the grave, memories flashing inside her mind.
Castle Fairfax looks so nice in the snow.
It's okay little Sparrow. Don't be afraid.
No please! Don't! NO!
The thunder reminded her of the sound Lucien's pistol made the night he murdered Rose. She reached out and touched the cold stone.
"Lucien is dead, Rose. I pray that it eases the pain he inflicted on you," she whispered.
"Uh Sparrow? Could we please go? I do believe I am getting rather wet here." Reaver complained.
Sparrow rose from the ground, turning her gaze onto Reaver. "We should start to head back to Bowerstone."
"In the rain? I think not," he replied, pulling his cape over his head.
"Aw what's the matter Reaver? Can't handle a little water? And you're a pirate! You practically live on the water! You should be used to getting wet!" Sparrow mocked him, her spirits lifting.
Sparrow and Wolf walked down the pathway, not caring about the rain. Reaver followed her, aggravated with her choice to return to Bowerstone in the rain. Never the less, he walked behind her, staring daggers at her. Sparrow knew that he was mad, yet it made her smile. They continued to walk, passing the Gypsy camp, the bridge and leaving the lake. As the lake began to fade from sight, the rain began to stop; both were soaked to the bone. Sparrow took refuge behind a tree, opening her enchanted satchel. All that she had was dry, untouched by the pouring rain. Reaver was less fortunate. His belongings were drenched.
Sparrow emerged from the tree in dry clothes. Reaver looked at her, losing his temper on the inside. He was still wet, uncomfortable and cold. Sparrow looked at him, her eyes smirking at him. They continued up the pathway, walking all through the day and through most of the night. As they walked, their pace slowing down, they walked by an inn. Eagerly hoping to sleep in a warm bed, all three of them entered the inn. It was a quaint little inn, not fancy but cozy. The innkeeper was busy washing the dishes by her sink. Sparrow approached the woman, Reaver eyeing her.
"Excuse me but you wouldn't happen to have an open room?" Sparrow asked politely.
"Please tell me that you have 2 rooms!" she shouted to herself in her mind.
"I do have one room," she replied, setting aside her dishes.
"Just one?" Sparrow asked, frowning.
"Just one, ma'am. Oh hang on? Are you the Queen?" She asked, looking at Sparrow as if she had seen her before.
Sparrow nodded her head, confirming the question.
"Oh I am so sorry, your ladyship! Had I known earlier, I would have reserved two rooms!" She exclaimed, curtsying before Sparrow.
"It's alright. But do you have say a stable or something?" Sparrow asked desperate to not have to share a room with Reaver.
"Sorry, no." She replied a bit sadden.
"FUCK!" She thought.
"That is alright my dear, we will gladly take the one room," Reaver replied, handing her some gold to pay for the room.
Sparrow began to stutter, trying to figure out what just happened. She looked back and forth at the innkeeper and Reaver, utter confusion slipping from her lips. Reaver pulled her over to a table, ordering wine and some bread. Sparrow could not comprehend what just happened. She would have to spend the night with Reaver! The innkeeper brought them some bread and wine while Sparrow was still in shock, Reaver eyeing her with interest.
"Why do you look so disappointed, my dear?" Reaver asked, taking a sip of his wine.
Sparrow gave him a look of dread, "Why oh why must there have been one room open? Why?"
"Oh come my dear, it is not that bad. There is a good side to this: you get to sleep with me," he said eyeing her.
Sparrow shuddered at the thought of being in bed with him. Even thinking about it made her stomach turn and her face grimace. Eventually time passed slowly, and the two of them enjoyed their drinks, Sparrow trying so hard not to think about sleeping.
"So, now will you tell me how you became the Queen?" Reaver asked, interested.
"No." Sparrow said bluntly.
"Oh come on Sparrow, lighten up." Reaver complained.
"I told you I'm not going to tell you how," Sparrow said, giving him a cold smile, folding her arms.
"You make me sad Sparrow," Reaver said, trying to act sad, and then he got an idea. "Why don't we play a game?"
"What game?" Sparrow asked suspicious of the game.
"Truth or Dare." Reaver said.
"Uh…okay." Sparrow replied, questioning Reaver's motive.
"Very well. Truth or Dare?" he asked.
Sparrow was forced to think about her choices carefully. If she picked 'Truth' she would have to confess something private about herself to Reaver. On the hand, if she picked 'Dare' she would have to do something bad. Something she would probably regret doing. She took in a deep breath, still pondering which to pick.
"Truth."
"Tell me how you became Queen." He said, grinning.
She sighed, resting her head in her hand. She had a feeling that he would ask her that, but it was better than choosing 'Dare'. For all she knew, he could dare her to sleep with him. She cringed at the thought.
"Well Theresa showed me a vision. The vision was of me ruling Albion. Then after that, I bought Castle Fairfax. Once I did, people started to address me as 'The Queen'." She didn't mention the other part of the vision. The one about her child.
"Happy now?" she asked, annoyed.
"Yes." He answered.
"My turn," she said, smiling wickedly, "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to…" she started looking around the room, "to kiss my dog on the lips," she said, giving him a wicked smile.
Reaver grimaced at the dog, but he chose dare so he could not back out. Kneeling to the floor, he held Wolf's head and kissed his face. Sparrow chuckled, amused at what she was making Reaver do. Reaver then bolted up from the floor and began to gulf down his drink, trying to get the taste of dog out of his mouth.
"Maybe it wasn't to bad to play this." She thought.
"Now it's my turn, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Tell me about your sex life," he asked, smiling.
"WHAT?" Sparrow exclaimed in disgust.
"You chose 'Truth' and I asked you what I wanted to know," he mocked her.
"You're a sick bastard."
Reaver just smiled, "I'm waiting my dear."
"I'm still a virgin," she said, hating the topic that Reaver chose for her to talk about.
"I'm not surprised. You're such a prude it's hard not to guess." He said, taking another sip of his wine.
"Then why did you ask?" Sparrow asked, raising her voice.
"Because I wanted to mess with you." He laughed, putting his feet on the table.
"Truth or Dare?" Sparrow asked, giving him the evil eye.
"Truth."
"Tell me about your age. Before you sacrificed everyone in Oakvale." She asked, interested.
"I was 27," he replied, not even taking a minute to pause. He really did not care what he did centuries ago, none of it haunting his thoughts or preying on his dreams.
He was actually a year older than her. She was 25, which surprised her. She thought at the very least she would be older than him. It seemed that she was wrong. Sparrow took a sip of her wine, interested about Reaver's past.
"Truth or Dare?" he asked, breaking the silence between them.
"Truth." She replied.
"Oh come, Sparrow. Even I have chosen both Truth and Dare. You can't stick to one," Reaver complained.
Sparrow knew she would regret uttering the words but she knew it come to it eventually whether she liked it or not.
"Fine. Dare."
Reaver's mischievous grin began to appear on his face, his green eye's locked on Sparrow's blue. He could dare her to do anything he wanted her to do. Many ideas began to enter his mind. He could dare her to bed him, to do something completely embarrassing or humiliating. Her fate, for the moment was in his hands.
"I dare you to…" he started, stroking his chin.
Sparrow held her breath, anxious about what his decision would be. Her heart began to pound at her chest like a drum, it's beat heavy and loud.
"I dare you to…" he said, moving closer to her, his lips near her ear, "…to let me kiss you. Passionately."
Sparrow froze in her seat. She could not do anything. Sure it was better than having to bed him, but with his enchanting kisses, she could succumb to him within a moment or two. Reaver pulled her from her chair, out of sight from the innkeeper. He took her up the stairs, into the hallway. Reaver turned to face her, his eyes locked on her. Sparrow's blood began to turn to ice, knowing full well what could happen. Within seconds, his lips pressed against hers. Sparrow slowly closed her eyes, submitting to Reaver. He then pressed her against the wall, cradling her face. More kisses scorched her lips, his tongue touching her own. He pressed her even harder against the wall, his lips moving down from her lips to her neck. Sparrow's world began to burst open with sparks and fire. His kisses unleashed a pleasure that Sparrow yearned for. It was filled with desire and passion. He then withdrew from her, his proud smile on his face.
"I do believe I've had enough fun for one evening," he whispered. He then left her, entering the room.
Sparrow stood against the wall, confused, nervous and yet…excited. She then made her way down to the main entrance, Reaver's kiss in her mind. Placing her ma on the floor, she rested her head, Reaver in her thoughts.
What is happening to me?
