Slowly, she stepped forward into the ancient room, her heels made a gentle
clicking sound on the marbled floor. It took a moment for her eyes to
adjust to the sudden darkness in the castle. A cloud must have been hiding
the moon, because in a matter or seconds, a crimson moonbeam shone through
the stain glass window. Its eerie glow illuminate the room just enough for
her to see around. It was like she had stepped into a time warp. It was a
place that had not seen the light of day for centuries. Dust lay
undisturbed, covering everything in sight. The air was musty and filled
with spores making the young princess cough, though very politely. She was
trying not to make her presence too known.
In her hand she tightly clutched an overnight bag. It was not filled with much, just the bare necessities. However, hidden deep in the bottom of the case was a dagger. She stroked the silhouette of the blade, reassuring herself.
Each step she took forward stirred up a cloud of dust, this time, she could not cough as daintily as she did before hand. From his balcony, he heard her. Her coughs sending his heart a flutter. He ran to the top of the stairs and there he saw her. Amongst the dust and cobwebs, stood an angel. He closed his eyes. The last glow of light fell upon his face, a face that he keeps hidden from the world. In a matter of moments, he knew that once again he would change. Acting quickly, he yelled down onto her. "Princess. Please make haste. Your room is the first door to the right, once you have come upstairs. As soon as you are there, please lock yourself in. You will come out when I call for you. You will do as I say, when I say, and we will both live in peace. Sleep tonight." With a swing of his arm, he drew his hood up and escaped into the shadows of the twilight. Hoping to get as much distance between himself and his beautiful angel. .
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A loud rap came on the bedroom door. Sleepily, she opened up her eyes and tried to adjust them to the darkened bedroom. She walked over to the window and drew back the heavy black curtains. A cloud of dust swirled up her nose, the curtains had obviously not been opened for decades.
The rap at the door came again.
Ignoring it, she looked outside, amazed at what she saw. Out to the west, a flamingo sun was melting into the horizon. 'Sunset?' She thought to herself, having trouble believing what she was seeing. 'The sun can't be setting, it just did.'
Again the rap came at the door. This time, it was louder then ever, its vibrations stirring the dust that had collected on the furniture. She took a moment to study the room.
The size of it was huge, bigger then any room in her mother's palace. To the far wall, red velvet chairs sat untouched by life, dust settled upon them, making them appear a rusty colour. The bed that she had been sleeping in was also of giant proportions. It was decorated with black silk sheets, while white lace was draped from the top of the four bedposts. 'He must have cleaned it before I came.' She thought as she noticed that her bed did not have the usual blanket of dust upon it. Frayed tapestries and fading paintings clung to stained walls, blemished by time from age, water and darkness. Beneath the dust and aging furniture, lied a beautiful room. Beautiful from the most elegant detail, royal blue carpet, to the simplest detail, gold candleholders. She walked over to the desk and lit one of the used candles.
The rap came so loud the paintings moved on the walls. Suddenly, she remembered where she was. Why she was here. But most importantly, she remembered whom she was with. She closed her eyes and turned her pure heart to stone.
"Yes." She barked at the door and took her place upon the bed, draping the silky sheet around herself. Making sure not to expose any of her pure white flesh.
The door slowly squeaked open. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, standing in the doorframe. The shadows hid his face just enough, so she couldn't see what he looked like. He placed the tray that he was carrying at his feet. "I, I brought you breakfast." He stuttered. "I hope that you like." But he wasn't able to finish his sentence; he took one last look at the dying sun, and let out a regretful sigh. "You should have opened the door sooner."
Suddenly, he dropped down onto the floor, clutching his heart in his hand as though he was having an attack. His convulsing body rolled into the room. From her perch atop of her bed she watched his fit, to shocked and afraid to do anything. His body was getting tangled up in the large black robe that he was wearing; the heavy material covered every inch of his body. She had become mesmerised by him, his movements, his voice. She could sense something behind his words, something sweet, like a heart. She got up off her bed, her nightgown flowing gracefully behind her, and within a few quick trots she was kneeling down next to him. It was against her nature, not to care.
"Are you, are you alright?" She said, placing her snowy hand on his shoulder. Immediately, he stopped shaking and very calmly got up off the floor. The dark black hood covered all of his features, making it impossible to tell what he was feeling. "Why my princess." He said smoothly, picking up her hand and placing it to his lips. "I didn't think you cared."
She was shocked, his voice had changed so dramatically, in such a short time. His innocent, almost loving voice was lost, and replaced by the voice of the devil, the same voice that had haunted her nightmares. Quickly, she recoiled her hand and slapped him across his face.
"There is the girl I know and love." He said, stroking his cheek where she had just struck him. He drew back his heavy hood, exposing a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes. Beautiful they were, but soulful, not. Instead of purity, his eyes danced with sin.
"You don't know me." She spat at him, daggers shooting from her eyes. "You know nothing about me!"
"Oh but I do." He answered and stepped forward. In one foul swoop, he grabbed her ruby lips and tasted them. The taste was sweeter then strawberries. A taste he had longed for.
Struggling, she tried to pull away, but she was helpless in his powerful grip. She had no choice but to ride out the invasion of his tongue. Finally, he let her go. His honey sweet breath still lingering upon her skin. "See," He gloated, "I know enough about you to know that you enjoyed that.
She slapped him again, her hand making an awful thwack noise across his face.
"Deny it all you want, Princess. I know the truth, and so do you."
She raised her hand to strike him again, but this time he caught it in mid air, and held her tight in his powerful grip.
"Careful princess, you are only allowed three of those, and you have already hit me twice." With his other arm, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close up against his chiselled body. "You don't have to pretend with me." He whispered softly to her. "Don't deny yourself what you truly want." His tongue plunged deep into her ear. "I know what it is you hunger for. You don't need to play the good girl for me. It's okay to be human, princess."
She struggled against his body, trying to break free from his grip. "Human! You wouldn't know the first thing about being human. Your not a person, you could never be. You're a beast."
He threw his head back in exclamation and laughed evilly. "A beast?" He scoffed. "Believe me my dear, you haven't met the beast inside me yet." He pulled his hood back over his face as she backed away from him.
Without any more words, he turned to leave the room, like the mysterious man he was.
"Wait!" She called after him, and shocked herself to do so.
He stopped in his tracks, his breathing ceased immediately. 'She wants me. ' He smirked to himself as wicked thoughts ran through his head.
Casually, she glided up to him, her silky blonde hair waving behind her. "I think I will use it now."
"What?" He asked, confused. Next thing he knew, he felt her icy palm across his face.
"I would rather die, then let you touch me again."
Passion raged within him. He had never felt so alive, his lust for her only grew stronger with each rejection. He was about to grab her and throw her down onto the royal blue carpet when something stopped him. He knew exactly what it was, what was surfacing. For now, however, he would let the thing inside win. "Fine," He said, ignoring his desire for her. "Then you will earn your keep other ways." He figured that after a week of hard labour, she would be begging for him to take her. Then nothing could stop him. He whirled his black cape around him and left the room in a flash of blackness.
In her hand she tightly clutched an overnight bag. It was not filled with much, just the bare necessities. However, hidden deep in the bottom of the case was a dagger. She stroked the silhouette of the blade, reassuring herself.
Each step she took forward stirred up a cloud of dust, this time, she could not cough as daintily as she did before hand. From his balcony, he heard her. Her coughs sending his heart a flutter. He ran to the top of the stairs and there he saw her. Amongst the dust and cobwebs, stood an angel. He closed his eyes. The last glow of light fell upon his face, a face that he keeps hidden from the world. In a matter of moments, he knew that once again he would change. Acting quickly, he yelled down onto her. "Princess. Please make haste. Your room is the first door to the right, once you have come upstairs. As soon as you are there, please lock yourself in. You will come out when I call for you. You will do as I say, when I say, and we will both live in peace. Sleep tonight." With a swing of his arm, he drew his hood up and escaped into the shadows of the twilight. Hoping to get as much distance between himself and his beautiful angel. .
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.
A loud rap came on the bedroom door. Sleepily, she opened up her eyes and tried to adjust them to the darkened bedroom. She walked over to the window and drew back the heavy black curtains. A cloud of dust swirled up her nose, the curtains had obviously not been opened for decades.
The rap at the door came again.
Ignoring it, she looked outside, amazed at what she saw. Out to the west, a flamingo sun was melting into the horizon. 'Sunset?' She thought to herself, having trouble believing what she was seeing. 'The sun can't be setting, it just did.'
Again the rap came at the door. This time, it was louder then ever, its vibrations stirring the dust that had collected on the furniture. She took a moment to study the room.
The size of it was huge, bigger then any room in her mother's palace. To the far wall, red velvet chairs sat untouched by life, dust settled upon them, making them appear a rusty colour. The bed that she had been sleeping in was also of giant proportions. It was decorated with black silk sheets, while white lace was draped from the top of the four bedposts. 'He must have cleaned it before I came.' She thought as she noticed that her bed did not have the usual blanket of dust upon it. Frayed tapestries and fading paintings clung to stained walls, blemished by time from age, water and darkness. Beneath the dust and aging furniture, lied a beautiful room. Beautiful from the most elegant detail, royal blue carpet, to the simplest detail, gold candleholders. She walked over to the desk and lit one of the used candles.
The rap came so loud the paintings moved on the walls. Suddenly, she remembered where she was. Why she was here. But most importantly, she remembered whom she was with. She closed her eyes and turned her pure heart to stone.
"Yes." She barked at the door and took her place upon the bed, draping the silky sheet around herself. Making sure not to expose any of her pure white flesh.
The door slowly squeaked open. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, standing in the doorframe. The shadows hid his face just enough, so she couldn't see what he looked like. He placed the tray that he was carrying at his feet. "I, I brought you breakfast." He stuttered. "I hope that you like." But he wasn't able to finish his sentence; he took one last look at the dying sun, and let out a regretful sigh. "You should have opened the door sooner."
Suddenly, he dropped down onto the floor, clutching his heart in his hand as though he was having an attack. His convulsing body rolled into the room. From her perch atop of her bed she watched his fit, to shocked and afraid to do anything. His body was getting tangled up in the large black robe that he was wearing; the heavy material covered every inch of his body. She had become mesmerised by him, his movements, his voice. She could sense something behind his words, something sweet, like a heart. She got up off her bed, her nightgown flowing gracefully behind her, and within a few quick trots she was kneeling down next to him. It was against her nature, not to care.
"Are you, are you alright?" She said, placing her snowy hand on his shoulder. Immediately, he stopped shaking and very calmly got up off the floor. The dark black hood covered all of his features, making it impossible to tell what he was feeling. "Why my princess." He said smoothly, picking up her hand and placing it to his lips. "I didn't think you cared."
She was shocked, his voice had changed so dramatically, in such a short time. His innocent, almost loving voice was lost, and replaced by the voice of the devil, the same voice that had haunted her nightmares. Quickly, she recoiled her hand and slapped him across his face.
"There is the girl I know and love." He said, stroking his cheek where she had just struck him. He drew back his heavy hood, exposing a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes. Beautiful they were, but soulful, not. Instead of purity, his eyes danced with sin.
"You don't know me." She spat at him, daggers shooting from her eyes. "You know nothing about me!"
"Oh but I do." He answered and stepped forward. In one foul swoop, he grabbed her ruby lips and tasted them. The taste was sweeter then strawberries. A taste he had longed for.
Struggling, she tried to pull away, but she was helpless in his powerful grip. She had no choice but to ride out the invasion of his tongue. Finally, he let her go. His honey sweet breath still lingering upon her skin. "See," He gloated, "I know enough about you to know that you enjoyed that.
She slapped him again, her hand making an awful thwack noise across his face.
"Deny it all you want, Princess. I know the truth, and so do you."
She raised her hand to strike him again, but this time he caught it in mid air, and held her tight in his powerful grip.
"Careful princess, you are only allowed three of those, and you have already hit me twice." With his other arm, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close up against his chiselled body. "You don't have to pretend with me." He whispered softly to her. "Don't deny yourself what you truly want." His tongue plunged deep into her ear. "I know what it is you hunger for. You don't need to play the good girl for me. It's okay to be human, princess."
She struggled against his body, trying to break free from his grip. "Human! You wouldn't know the first thing about being human. Your not a person, you could never be. You're a beast."
He threw his head back in exclamation and laughed evilly. "A beast?" He scoffed. "Believe me my dear, you haven't met the beast inside me yet." He pulled his hood back over his face as she backed away from him.
Without any more words, he turned to leave the room, like the mysterious man he was.
"Wait!" She called after him, and shocked herself to do so.
He stopped in his tracks, his breathing ceased immediately. 'She wants me. ' He smirked to himself as wicked thoughts ran through his head.
Casually, she glided up to him, her silky blonde hair waving behind her. "I think I will use it now."
"What?" He asked, confused. Next thing he knew, he felt her icy palm across his face.
"I would rather die, then let you touch me again."
Passion raged within him. He had never felt so alive, his lust for her only grew stronger with each rejection. He was about to grab her and throw her down onto the royal blue carpet when something stopped him. He knew exactly what it was, what was surfacing. For now, however, he would let the thing inside win. "Fine," He said, ignoring his desire for her. "Then you will earn your keep other ways." He figured that after a week of hard labour, she would be begging for him to take her. Then nothing could stop him. He whirled his black cape around him and left the room in a flash of blackness.