I have nothing to say about this, apart from the fact that it came to me in Textiles when I was in Year 11. I remember distinctly that there was a storm outside and I wasn't very pleased about the prospect of walking home in it…
Demonic Fantasies
The Avenger slept, and the Avenger dreamed…
The demon child dreamed of a great many forbidden things, things which he was not allowed to indulge in by order of those who were trying to save him.
Chocolate flowed like water.
He dreamed of candy and ice-cream as though he was still only four or five years old.
It was almost erotic, although the entire concept was crazy. How could chocolate be in any way sexual?…
And then it changed.
He lay on a great stone altar in a dimly-lit chamber. He was naked except for a necklace around his neck, a tiny thin glittering chain made of silver with a single blood-red jewel suspended from it. It glimmered on his chest as he lay there, sparkling from the light of the candles scattered around the dungeon-like room.
It was then that he realised that he was engaged in another act of sexual intercourse. It was so distant he had not noticed, but looking up now he expected to see Raven.
It wasn't Raven.
It was Starfire.
A very different Starfire. Her hair was wild and flaming, her eyes blazing emerald as though she was about to rip half a dozen starbolts through him.
But she was not fighting him.
She was fucking him.
In this dreamworld, that was the only way to put it. He could not even begin to think clearly. It was not real, but yet it was. He believed every second of it, every movement of the alien girl against him.
He did not understand why it was Starfire.
Not Raven.
It wasn't Raven…
She spoke, but he couldn't understand. His sedated mind could not possibly have conjured up real Tamaranean, but it sounded authentic.
And he didn't understand.
It was not real. Even as he lay there allowing Starfire to have her way with him, he knew it was not real.
But why, then, did he believe it so wholly? Why could he feel it…?
She was more alien that he had ever seen her, savage, clawing at him and drawing blood, and he was scratching back, snapping at her face if she came too close.
She was not human.
And neither was he.
Why? Why? WHY?
Again… all will be explained… soon enough.The reason for this particular savage dream is explained fully in one of the last chapters of Black Magic, although clues as to why will be dropped earlier than that.
Next chapter: Another brand-spanking-new one I wrote especially for you! That brings the "new" chapter count up to the grand total of three now! Aren't ya'll just so happy? Ahem. Anyway, it's one that focuses on Raven – because let's face it, we're getting a bit sick of Robin by now… And I never bothered about Raven in the original Black Magic; in relation to how she would be feeling after her little "encounter" with our Boy Wonder. And, you know… I should have done. She was a lot worse off…
BTW, if you're just gonna review one chapter out of the two I have put up today, I would prefer you reviewed Forbidden Love, if that's okay with you. There is more to say, believe me… Of course, if you really love me, you could review both…
- Flutters eyelashes – :)
Ah, I'll just say do whatever the hell you want… you will anyway…
- RobinRocks xXx