Chapter 20: Home
Slender pulled Roslind close to his body, cuddling her. When she moaned and sighed, he finally realized this is real. She was real, and the sleeping baby was real. His ideal family was here…right next to him. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep.
Annika started to whimper, and move in her crib. Before he could fully put his min at rest, she started crying. Roslind sat up, rubbing her eyes. Slender placed his hand to her arm.
"Now, now love…let me take care of it." Roslind, in a dazed half-sleep state laid back down and rolled over. He smiled gazing over his beautiful wife to be. Annika started to wail a little louder than before, he got into action.
It was diaper duty, or she was hungry. When he got over to her, she looked up at him, her eyes sparkled as tears slipped down her chubby cheeks. For a moment he couldn't believe this beautiful little girl before him, was his own daughter. Her eyes, staring up at him with the most nurturing, knowing eyes he could've ever seen…left bright blue, right cat green. She was going to be stunning when she got older.
Lifting her up in his arms, she stopped crying and just started to whimper. At first he thought she would've been frightened of him, by…well not having a face. But, she didn't see him any different, then someone who would take care of her, and help her grow. After all, he watched many people take care of their kids, but this was his own…and he pretty much had no idea what to do.
With a moment of slight hesitation, he laid her down on the changing table, and pried her soaked diaper off. He chuckled when she started to kick her feet, move her hands and look at him. The small tuff of hair on her head seemed to be…almost bright red. Like a little fairy. He used the baby wipe, powder, lifted her bum and put on a fresh new diaper.
"There we go, all clean Anni." He cooed, cradling her to his chest. She whimpered, and started to cry again.
"Shh, shh, it's okay love…I'll get you some food." He smiled again. Looking down, lovingly at his newborn daughter; the love, the admiration that spilled from his mouth, encasing his face…he himself, was surprised at how much love he had for this child…and Roslind.
He walked to the kitchen, he made sure that he was quiet as to not wake Roslind up. Annika started to figit, but he held her still.
"Thankfully, we got Roslind that breast pump, or she'll be awake a lot more then she should." He couldn't help but smile again. His beautiful wife. He got the chilled bottle of milk, tossing it in the microwave for a minute.
The minute seemed to grow, longer and longer as Annika started to cry. She was hungry, and he needed to feed her.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The microwave beeped at him. Mimicking Roslind, he dripped a few drops on his wrist. The milk was just right.
She took onto the nipple and started to eat.
"Man…I…created such a beautiful thing? Really? How?" He asked himself.
When he thought about it, Slender felt a small hint of sorrow creep into the back of his mind.
"I wish…you were able to meet your brother." He sighed, easing himself down to a rocking chair, sitting next to the lavish fireplace, roaring with fire.
"You kids…would've been so cute together." His mind wondered happily, till his head bobbed.
"Why don't you go to sleep Adrian?" His wife's voice startled him, snapping his head up. She stood there, crossing her arms.
"How long have you been standing there?" He asked. Roslind smiled, across her face was a small blush.
"About a minute or two, when your head started to fall to your chest." She tilted her head slightly.
"Why don't you let me take over?" She asked.
"What are you doing up Rose? You're supposed to be resting." He yawned, tilting the bottle up a little more.
"I was hungry…" She looked to the fridge then back to him.
"How's Annika?" She asked, eyes worried. He started to chuckle.
"Eating, sleeping, pooping…and more eating." He chuckled a little lighter. Roslind nodded, opening the fridge giving a good look then closing it sighing, she laughed out loud and he looked at her again.
"What's so funny?" He asked, pulling the empty bottle away and placing it on the lamp stand beside him.
"Never in my wildest dream, did I ever think, the Slenderman, would have a child…and a wife." She closed her eyes, before sighing.
"I always thought I would die in that place…I thought, I would die alone. No one, who actually loved me. But…when you started to come around, started talking to me when I was younger. Then…when I would wake up…I wouldn't really remember you." She chewed her lip.
"I thought I was crazy…I thought…'there's no such thing as a tall man. There…there's no possibility of him being real.' And then you come back, when I call you, when I need you." She smirked.
"Simple fairy tale huh?" She looked at her daughter.
"I'm living in one. Escape from an abusive home, mother is dead…evil stepfather…find true love. Live happily ever after right?" Tears brimmed her eyes.
"One…big…happy fairy tale…" She kept looking at her daughter, then to Slender. He had some sort of emotion etched onto his face. As if trying to decipher what was wrong with her. Roslind's soft footsteps were silenced by the plush carpeting; she reached out to softly touch her daughters head, stroking her hair. A humorless smile seeped across her lips.
"Does she have tentacles?" She asked letting out a light giggle, Slender shot her a glair, before realizing she was joking. Her chuckled with her.
"Very funny." He replied. She kept stroking her hair before looking at him; a deep sense of love filled her eyes, and touched him.
"Why don't we put her back into her crib and have some…time alone? Just you, me, and a nice glass of merlot." He wasn't opposed to this idea so he nodded.
"Alright, I'll put her in the crib." She watched him stand from her, and disappeared deep into darkness.
"Funny how I'm not frightened of the darkness anymore…" She sounded emotionless even to herself…she just couldn't shake a feeling of…being watched.
Sitting down on the leather loveseat, running her fingers over the wool blanket; she narrowed her eyes as memories slammed against her. When she first got there, the nightmares…him. When she first opened her eyes and actually watched his movements, trying to figure out what he was going to do with her.
"How long has it been? A year? Almost a half year…" She closed her eyes, feeling every bump, fabric in that blanket.
"It's really been that long…mom…your anniversary is coming up too…" She was stunned in silence. Now, that she was alone, listening to the crackling fire and wind brushing across tree tops…she just realized…she was moving on. Moving on away from her mother…and it stabbed her heart.
"How could I forget about her…?" The thoughts tortured her, making her really realize…that…she was starting to froget her own mother. She swallowed back the guilt.
"I'm not forgetting…I'm moving on with my life. My mother is dead, yes…but I have a family I need to work on…a family that she would love just as much as I would. And that girl, our daughter is Adrian's pupil. She has him already wrapped around her little finger, and she's only three months old." He was just as silent as before, watching her think in her own little world, staring at the fire and holding the wool blanket.
"I hope she's not losing her mind." He sighed inwardly…but, actually took a moment to look at the calendar hanging on the wall…it was almost the 14th of December…the day her mother was put to rest. Perhaps…she was just reflecting upon that. So, with a deep breath he opened the fridge and pulled out a very nice wine. That's when he knew, her eyes touched his back.
"Was it really my fault?" She was wallowing in guilt, her voice ached and broke. She was still broken…a butterfly, with broken wings. His heart, started to break for her. He never experienced the issues of family, considering his three older brothers ruled their own domain. Splendor, Trender and Offender. He wouldn't mind them meeting his beautiful daughter, and wife…for the exception of Offender. Him, and Offender fighting, would be the bane of his other brothers existence.
"No my butterfly. You didn't. It wasn't your fault. The jury deemed you innocent and Michael guilty…and besides…he dead." He didn't want to seem insensitive…but he hated that fucker. They had a beautiful family together, and he wanted to keep it that way…and he wanted to keep her happy.
"But…" He raised his hand, to quiet her as he grabbed the two wine glasses.
"No Roslind. It's not your fault. The only person's fault it was is dead. And he will never come back to harm you." His voice seemed serious enough. And she believed him, so she just nodded, and looked back into the fire. As he watched her, he almost became entranced in her absolute beauty. Whoever, allowed him to fall in love with such a creature…was a god to him. An absolute, amazing god.
At one point, he thought he would remain…forever alone..
He shook his head out of the small thoughts that made him waste more time. Within three steps, he was right next to her, flopping down on the couch, and she looked at him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. That's what he wanted back, and he had achieved it.
"Every time you smile…the room lights up, and when you laugh…I feel butterfly's fly…" He whispered in her ear. Kissing her cheek, and down to her neck.
"You're the most precious butterfly I've ever had…my…my very treasure…" He trailed kisses back up to her jaw. Roslind's face, ablaze as she giggled, touches his bare chest.
"Adrian…Annika is just in the other room." She giggled, looking at him her eyes dancing. He laughed a hearty laugh and pulled her to him.
"I know my butterfly, I was teasing. Now, let's have our wine and relax." Popping the top off the bottle he poured them both a nice, big glass of white wine. Roslind's ruby red lips turned up, her eyes closed as she took a small sip.
It was semi-sweet, not in the least bit dry…and it was warm going down her throat. She wasn't much a drinker, considering she was underage. But, she was home and with a man she trusts.
"Man…?" She yet again, had almost forgotten who she was with. Her lips pursed together, and almost…made her rethink everything that had happened.
"Most…would want a prince, or a musician. And look at who I got…a mythical creature, which stalks the forest during the night. My life is something most would never want…but, am I insane for enjoying it?" She took another sip, feeling him wrap his muscular arm around her shoulders and pull her closer. Then, with the wave of warmth, and static bursting through her body…she would never think about something like that again.
"Look at how beautifully symmetrical his body is…look at how muscular he is…how lean, toned…not an inch of fat on him…" She looked over his topless form. And it was true…
"And…how amazing the sex is." Her cheeks turned brighter red than ever.
Slender took notice of Roslind's sudden rapid heart rate, and he looked over to her face and almost laughed out loud. She was more red then a rose!
"What's with your face?" He asked touching her chin.
She tried not to look at him, Slender used a small bit of force, and she looked at him. Her lips bowed, trembling…irritable.
Listening to her breathing, her heart, he placed his and her glass down on the carpet. His hands captured her face, caressing her burning cheeks. The lighting in the room, made her skin seem pore less, flawless…like a real angel. He kept staring at her, shaking his head in disbelief at his wonderful luck…the way she moved, the way she spoke…he loved every inch of her. Every crevice, every spot…every birthmark…and scar. She was, his world, she was his…everything.
"Roslind…" He wanted to tell her everything, tell her how he felt…how every day when he has to go to the mansion…he feels like shit. He wants her with him…all the time, never leaving his side.
"Yes…?" She replied, at almost a whisper.
His eyes soaked in her beauty, running his fingers through her hair and to gently rub the base of her throat.
"I'm madly I love with you, I want us to marry as soon as possible. I…I want to have another baby with you when Annika gets older. I need you, in my life, your my everything…your my soul mate. I can't tell you how much you affect me, because that would be impossible. I, I feel so empty without you near me…I…I would die…if I ever lost you…" She couldn't believe what she was hearing…as her eyes widened, Slender leaned down, and his lips touched hers in the lightest of kisses.
"I…I want to make love to you…I want to make the sweetest love with you…" He whispered. Her heart stopped, hammered, and stopped again. She looked over his face, her eyes softened and she leaned; her hand touched his bare chest, her lips running over his. When her eyes closed, and their lips locked together, her heart went faster her face turning red.
His hands held her face, as his lips ravaged her own. Her breath was hot against his lips, and he felt her face turn red. He loved her kisses, loved how passionate she is to him…and how loving, how understanding she's being. She was in simple words, amazing.
When she started straddling him, he broke the kiss, and ran his hands up her nightgown. Fingers caressing her silk skin; she started to smile against his lips, trailing kisses down to his neck. Her teeth started to run across his skin, and goose bumps started to rise against his skin. He started to move the gown up and over her head, revealing her naked flesh.
"God you're beautiful…" He groaned. He saw every crevice of her flushed flesh in front of him. He wanted her, and wanted her bad but…he had to take this slow…make love to her.
Slender leaned up, cupping one of her breasts in his hand, and sucked on the nipple gently. Roslind took in a deep breath, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Yet, with his roaming hands and his…talents that seemed almost impossible for her.
When he sucked her nipple, and started to massage the other breast, she tilted her head back, enjoying every bit of pleasure she was receiving; however, at the same time she wanted to give more than receive. And before she could protest, say something, Slender moved to the other peaked nipple and held it captive. Closing her eyes, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from moaning. When he was finished ravaging her nipples, he took her by the back of her head and pulled her down, capturing her lips with his.
Slender lifted her up with ease, and lowered her to the plush carpeting, next to the fireplace. She broke the kiss, to stare up at him. His own face flushed, his eyes stayed on her face as he pulled her panties down and tossing them to the side. He watched her lift herself up and pulls her hair out of the pony tail.
He was stunned in silence by her devastating beauty. When she lay back down, running her fingers down his abdomen, touching his stomach, his hips…her fingers gently pulled at the sleep pants strings.
"Make love to me Adrian…" In her eyes, she held passion, romance and need.
His own lust was growing exponentially…making it almost unbearable to control his instincts. So, without further hesitation, he pulled his sleep pants off and chucked them next to her panties. When he positioned himself in between her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She watched him lean down placing a deep kiss to her lips.
Her entire body shivered underneath him in anticipation, moist with need, want, and lust she let out a light moan against his lips. Slender ran his hands up her ribcage, lifting her slightly to hold her against him…his heart started to strike his ribcage…all of these emotions, were so strong, so new he felt almost overwhelmed.
"I love you…." He muttered against her ear.
"I love you too…" She replied. Slender closed his eyes pushing forward.
He felt her walls contract around him, and he buried his face into her shoulder moaning against the pleasure. Her back brushing against the carpet, her hardened nipples against his chest; breaths coming out rushed yet quiet. Slender kept his head against her shoulder, his teeth scraping down to her collar. Her back arched as his thrusts picked up. She wanted to moan, wanted to beg for more…
Thump
She could smell the wine, but she didn't care, didn't care about the glass, the stain…or anything. Just him and her…in this moment of bliss.
"God…I need you…" He moaned, holding her tighter as he penetrated deeper.
"I need you too…" Her voice was shaky, her nails almost digging into his skin. He finally pushed himself deeper, and deeper feeling her contract around him again made him grunt.
"Please…please just…just…" She couldn't speak, her head spinning, mouthwatering. She wanted it, craved it even…
Wanted, craved the taste of his skin. The feel of him deep inside her, the endless burning need. Sex. She wanted the hardcore sex they had before. Screaming, biting, and scratching. Yet, he wanted to be gentle, not a demonic master.
She wanted him.
She needed him.
Here he was, giving himself to her…not just him. But he was baring his very soul.
"G…God…" He almost cried out in pleasure.
He started to thrust, there was power behind it, and he went deep. Deeper than before, he felt himself pierce her cervix; Roslind moaned, her head touching the floor, long hair spiraled around her. Slender lowered his head, taking her nipple into his mouth and started to ravage. On his knees, he lifted her up a little more. He felt her drip around him and he loved how wet she was. For him. How tight she was, for him. How much she needed him.
He wanted to be romantic, but is demon was calling out and needing release. He wanted to ravage her and make her his.
He wanted to show her, he could be gentle…
"Fuck me…" She whispered.
He lifted his head, looking down at her…and her eyes changed his mind. He smirked, taking her throat in his hand, putting her legs on his shoulders.
"No going back…" He was growling now…a deep, growl emitting from his throat. She already knew this, and didn't care. She smiled back.
"Do it…" She was begging, pleading for him.
He chuckled, slamming his hips against hers. Both attempting to be quiet; as he held her throat in his hands, he started to squeeze a little tighter, to the point he felt her moan silently. Watching her facial expressions, he couldn't help but get harder, longer…he wanted to fill her completely.
Without warning she started to gyrate her hips.
"I'm cumming." It was a small whisper, and he too, felt it…felt his own.
"With me…please…" She begged, and he nodded.
He let her go, let her legs capture his waist once again.
Crackling of the fire, the whip of the wind entered Roslind's mind. Her arms were around him, he was on top of her holding her close to his body. She felt herself step near the edge of the cliff, and her body being chucked over, as her walls clamped shut, he pushed himself as deep as he could.
And she felt him, emptying all his cum, deep inside her womb. Only once, a soft cry came from her throat, into his ear as she hit her own climax.
….
Sitting together in front of the fireplace, the wool blanket wrapped around both of them as they sipped away at the wine.
"What are we going to do?" She asked, her voice low and he looked at her with a slight confused look.
"What?" He asked.
"Jeff and Miranda are still out there. What are we going to do?" She laid her head on his shoulder, and he pulled her closer.
"Roslind…we have to talk about something…" He stared into the fire, controlling the tone of his voice.
"Alright…" He felt her nerves start to sky rocket.
"My heart is alive. The birth of our daughter made me realize…I'm, we're in great danger. I'm still immortal to aging…it's just…" He tried to think about how to word it.
"My heart is prone to attacks now. They may even kill me, if…I get stabbed…here." He placed his hand to his wife's chest. And she just took his hand, and held it.
"My love…we'll cross that bridge, when it comes to it. For now, let's finally take advantage of this break." He smiled, she was right.
They should enjoy, was little peace they had.
"Look…it's snowing…" She motioned to the window. Slender looked over, and smiled. It was almost Christmas…and he was going to spend it with a family.
First time in almost a century…or so.
He ran his hand through his soon to be wife's hair, and smiled.
"It's beautiful…" She cooed, he could tell she was becoming drowsy. Leaning in, he whispered.
"Not as beautiful as you."