For You
Author's Note: Nothing to say.
Morwinda: I will be honored to read your story. Do keep me updated!
Mrs. Mina Harker: I will, and thanks much.
Mariela: My pleasure.
Verona: I only have a vague idea of what AU means, Verona. Don't worry. And this chapter is long. I want it to be long. I hate short chapters.
Disclaimer:
Summary:
A/N up here because I can't break the beauty of the end of this chapter: one of the brides.
Rating is something along the lines of R
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Chapter 10
Unexpected And Unwelcome Visitor
I sat down to dinner that night with the Hubbs family: Mrs. Konica Hubbs, Mr. Klein Hubbs, Ferreth, Dava and Vilcos Hubbs. Then there was me.
Kallisto.
Mr. Hubbs was nice. He was the quiet, shy sort, with quiet intelligence and tenderness. He never yelled at his kids once, not even when Dava threw a spoonful of peas at both Vilcos and Ferreth.
"I'm sorry about your mother, Kallisto," he said to me, his eyes filled with compassion. "She was a very dear and kind woman." I nodded and said my thanks. I knew what she was. I loved her no matter what.
After supper, I walked to my tree, against the wishes of Mr. Hubbs.
"It is mighty dangerous to be out after dark, especially with that devil around. Vampires and monsters are about. Wouldn't want to be their evening meal." But I went anyway.
"Be careful now, Kallisto," Mrs. Hubbs told me before I went out the door. She draped a green velvet cloak over my shoulders and whispered into my ear: "You're all of your mother I have left," and I was proud to be wanted because of my Mother. I was just sad that she was gone. Forever.
The air outside was crisp. It was cool, yet it had a certain bite to it. The wind came and whipped my skin, assaulting me, and I folded the cloak around my arms to keep me warm. The sky above me had a red hue to the blueness. The trees around me swayed to the wind. My hair whipped my face and got caught in the low branches, as my hair is down to my waist. Mother always threatened to cut it with the scissors in my sleep when I got her mad, but I knew she wouldn't. She loved my hair as much as I did.
I found my tree and climbed easily up the branches, going as high as I could go. The sun's rays faded and a steady blackness crept over the horizon. I watched with a blank mind as the blue faded into black. A slight sprinkling of stars started to appear, some in clusters, as if thrown there randomly, and some placed carefully, as if they had meaning. I sat in my tree watching the stars appear until the sky was full.
The wind came through the trees, the branches whipping my legs and my hair lashing the bark of my precious Ian. I tugged at the cloak, and became aware of how the wind howled and the bite of the air.
My mind empty, I climbed carefully down the tree, the wind almost knocking me off a couple of times, until I landed on the ground, my feet rejoicing at the soft soil under my boots.
I walked home in silence, the wind as my music. I walked to the door and reached for the handle only to remember that I lived with the Hubbs's now. Mother was dead.
A numbness spread across my brain and I turned and headed for the Hubbs's house. My dress whipped my ankles and I lifted it up as I walked. Not looking at the ground, I stumbled multiple times, finally falling and wiping my palms raw. The hem of my dress got caught in a random thorn bush and ripped, and my hair had multiple knots.
So you can imagine how panicked I was when I opened the door to Mrs. Hubbs's house to find the object of my affections sitting in the kitchen.
And my reaction was: squeak. Yes, I squeaked.
Velkan plunged to his feet and walked hurriedly over to me, Mr. and Mrs. Hubbs following behind him. Velkan paused to look me over before grabbing my arm.
"Are you all right, Kallisto?" He asked, his voice concerned. I heard Mrs. Hubbs gasp, and it was only then that I realized how haggard I looked.
"I'm fine," I said softly, aware of Velkan's scrutinizing gaze, and I looked at the floor.
"Where have you been, dear?" Mrs. Hubbs asked. Mr. Hubbs was silent.
"I was at my tree," I told her. Velkan stared at me, and my cheeks smoldered.
"What happened?" Mr. Hubbs asked, ever so quietly and somber. I looked up at him. I had no explanation for how haggard I looked.
"It was windy and my dress got caught," I said. Velkan took my hand. Turns out, it was the one covered in blood. His gray eyes widened and he looked back at me.
"What happened here," he asked, rubbing the dried blood with his thumb, making me shiver. I licked my lips and stared up into those beautiful eyes of his.
"I-I fell," I answered him. Mrs. Hubbs vanished for a moment, then reappeared with a wet cloth. She reached in to wash my wound, but was stopped when a tanned hand grabbed the wet material from her hand. Then the coolness of the washcloth was on my hand, washing off the dried blood. After the stinging sensation left, the coolness was refreshing.
Velkan was washing my wound.
After the lesion was cleaned, Velkan gave the cloth back to Mrs. Hubbs, who smiled at me then scurried off to the kitchen. Velkan was still staring at me.
"Come, Kallisto. We must talk," he said, and pulled me into the sitting room. Mr. Hubbs followed Mrs. Hubbs into the kitchen.
"Now, Kallisto, Anna and I have thought of the possible plans for . . . keeping you safe. Coming over at night to make sure the house is secure is part of the plan." I blinked, thinking it over. Or pretending to. Not much I could do with Velkan staring at me.
"Does Mrs. Hubbs know about this?" I asked.
"I told her while we were waiting for you."
"Oh," I said, marveling.
"How long have you been here?" I asked him. A thoughtful look passed over his face.
"Two hours?" He answered, then nodded. He laughed at my incredulous look. "Yes, Kallisto," he said, smiling still, "you have been gone that long. What were you doing out there?" I blushed.
"I was looking at the sky," I answered, and he laughed again.
"Looking at the sky for more than two hours, Kallisto?" I nodded, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his laughing gray ones. Suddenly, he was serious.
"Did you see anything?" he asked, his eyes now intense, and I tore my gaze away, frightened by the intensity of the stare. I shook my head fiercely.
"Nothing?" he persisted, and I shook my head again. He sighed.
"All right." He then stood up and held his hand out, offering to help me up from my chair. I hesitated, then touched his strong fingers with mine, and he slid his hand to fit mine and pulled me up. He then escorted me to the stairs, where he saw me up the first one, then turned me to face him. I was level with him. Almost. Give or take a few inches.
"Goodnight, Kallisto," he said softly, and placed his right hand on my forehead, his left making the sign of the cross, and I bowed my head. He was giving me his blessing.
"Be safe," he whispered, and he brought his lips to my forehead. I shuddered violently, and he pulled away slightly, looking down at me. When he spoke, his voice was concerned.
"Kallisto?" I shivered again, closed my eyes, squeezed Velkan's hand and whispered "goodnight, Prince", before turning and climbing up the stairs.
My trembling hands fumbled with the doorknob, and I finally got it open. I entered the room and closed the door behind me, still quivering. It seems that I fell apart when he touched me. I leaned against the door, resting my forehead, the one that Velkan had kissed, on the door, and I tried to breathe.
I walked slowly over to the bed, the bed that looked so inviting. I looked at it for a moment, then sat on it. I sank in, the bed so much more comfortable than the hard, bark seat I had been sitting on before. After what seemed like five minutes of sitting on the bed, I resulted to resting my head on the pillow. Just for a minute, of course.
I'm so tired.
-Visited-
I lifted my head and looked around. This couldn't be a dream, I thought. I'm in my room, and I feel perfectly lucid. My eyes scanned the room, narrowing at the shadowy places, corners, demons, and other creepy places.
My demon was here.
"Kallisto," he said, smiling. My heart thumped loudly. He came closer and sat on the bed. He pulled me to his chest.
"My darling," he breathed into my hair, though I could feel no breath.
"My demon," I whispered into his chest, and brought my hand up to stroke the hardness. I could feel his body quiver under my touch, and I shivered as my demon stroked my breast.
Suddenly, my demon stood up, pulling me with him. He turned me around, raised my hair, kissed my neck, then started to undo my bodice. I wanted to fall into the curve of his chest, but wanted the black bliss that comes with nakedness and my demon more. I stood silently as his fingers unfastened the buttons and ties of my simple Victorian dress.
Finally, my shoulders met the air, and I could feel my demon's hot lips on my skin, burning, and making me tremble. My demon pulled down my dress, leaving the thin fabric of my underclothes to deal with. He pushed the dress past my hips, and it fell to a tall pile on the floor. He lifted me out and placed me against him. No air could fit through our bodies.
My demon was fully clothed; black everywhere, matching his shoulder-length, silky hair, deep, bottomless eyes, and black heart. But I could still feel the hotness and hardness of his body. I ran my hands along his chest and torso, loving the feel of his muscular structure and such power under my fingers. He trembled, and I reached up to unbutton his black shirt. My fingers were trembling, and my demon saw. He reached up and took my fingers in his own, and pulled them up to his lips. I shuddered, and he pulled me against him, his hot lips finding mine and our tongues entwining. My breasts were pressed up against his chest, and he groaned into my mouth.
He released me, and I resumed my task of unbuttoning and undressing my beautiful demon. Finally, I pushed open his shirt and exposed his muscular, pale chest. I ran my fingers along his cool skin, and he groaned. I lowered my lips to his chest and caressed the skin with my tongue. His hands rounded my hips and his fingers dug into my skin. My hands slid down to his slim hips, and I ran my tongue down his chest. He shuddered, and I smiled. I heard cackling, but didn't care. (A/n)
"You devil," he whispered, and groaned. I laughed against his skin that was now burning. I knelt on the ground, kissing his skin, then undid his pants. They slid easily over his hips and down to the floor. He growled, and I kissed the newly exposed skin, ignoring the skin that ached to be touched.
He pulled me away by my hair and knelt in front of me, pulling down the undergarments I still wore. He kissed my shoulder, my chest, and my breasts. My body felt like it was on fire. I moaned in agony as his lips skirted around my nipple, and I pushed his lips closer.
"Please," I whispered in agony, and my beautiful, sexy demon pulled away, staring at me. He kissed my lips, licked them, then kissed his way down my body. I growled at him, and he laughed, a wretched sound that made me shudder. I grasped his head with my trembling hands and pulled his lips up to mine, latching on to him violently. My hands went up and down his chest, and his hands drew circles along my back and rear end. I moaned into the fiery depths of his mouth.
I heard a distant sound that sounded like a door opening, and my gorgeous, hot, fiery demon broke the kiss. A sob caught in my throat for the need of him inside me. My demon smiled. I looked over at the door and saw the man whom I have loved for eight years.
"Kallisto," he whispered, his eyes wide.
And I realized I wasn't dreaming.
Author's Note: Nothing to say.
Morwinda: I will be honored to read your story. Do keep me updated!
Mrs. Mina Harker: I will, and thanks much.
Mariela: My pleasure.
Verona: I only have a vague idea of what AU means, Verona. Don't worry. And this chapter is long. I want it to be long. I hate short chapters.
Disclaimer:
Summary:
A/N up here because I can't break the beauty of the end of this chapter: one of the brides.
Rating is something along the lines of R
}{}{}{}{}{)()()()()(
Chapter 10
Unexpected And Unwelcome Visitor
I sat down to dinner that night with the Hubbs family: Mrs. Konica Hubbs, Mr. Klein Hubbs, Ferreth, Dava and Vilcos Hubbs. Then there was me.
Kallisto.
Mr. Hubbs was nice. He was the quiet, shy sort, with quiet intelligence and tenderness. He never yelled at his kids once, not even when Dava threw a spoonful of peas at both Vilcos and Ferreth.
"I'm sorry about your mother, Kallisto," he said to me, his eyes filled with compassion. "She was a very dear and kind woman." I nodded and said my thanks. I knew what she was. I loved her no matter what.
After supper, I walked to my tree, against the wishes of Mr. Hubbs.
"It is mighty dangerous to be out after dark, especially with that devil around. Vampires and monsters are about. Wouldn't want to be their evening meal." But I went anyway.
"Be careful now, Kallisto," Mrs. Hubbs told me before I went out the door. She draped a green velvet cloak over my shoulders and whispered into my ear: "You're all of your mother I have left," and I was proud to be wanted because of my Mother. I was just sad that she was gone. Forever.
The air outside was crisp. It was cool, yet it had a certain bite to it. The wind came and whipped my skin, assaulting me, and I folded the cloak around my arms to keep me warm. The sky above me had a red hue to the blueness. The trees around me swayed to the wind. My hair whipped my face and got caught in the low branches, as my hair is down to my waist. Mother always threatened to cut it with the scissors in my sleep when I got her mad, but I knew she wouldn't. She loved my hair as much as I did.
I found my tree and climbed easily up the branches, going as high as I could go. The sun's rays faded and a steady blackness crept over the horizon. I watched with a blank mind as the blue faded into black. A slight sprinkling of stars started to appear, some in clusters, as if thrown there randomly, and some placed carefully, as if they had meaning. I sat in my tree watching the stars appear until the sky was full.
The wind came through the trees, the branches whipping my legs and my hair lashing the bark of my precious Ian. I tugged at the cloak, and became aware of how the wind howled and the bite of the air.
My mind empty, I climbed carefully down the tree, the wind almost knocking me off a couple of times, until I landed on the ground, my feet rejoicing at the soft soil under my boots.
I walked home in silence, the wind as my music. I walked to the door and reached for the handle only to remember that I lived with the Hubbs's now. Mother was dead.
A numbness spread across my brain and I turned and headed for the Hubbs's house. My dress whipped my ankles and I lifted it up as I walked. Not looking at the ground, I stumbled multiple times, finally falling and wiping my palms raw. The hem of my dress got caught in a random thorn bush and ripped, and my hair had multiple knots.
So you can imagine how panicked I was when I opened the door to Mrs. Hubbs's house to find the object of my affections sitting in the kitchen.
And my reaction was: squeak. Yes, I squeaked.
Velkan plunged to his feet and walked hurriedly over to me, Mr. and Mrs. Hubbs following behind him. Velkan paused to look me over before grabbing my arm.
"Are you all right, Kallisto?" He asked, his voice concerned. I heard Mrs. Hubbs gasp, and it was only then that I realized how haggard I looked.
"I'm fine," I said softly, aware of Velkan's scrutinizing gaze, and I looked at the floor.
"Where have you been, dear?" Mrs. Hubbs asked. Mr. Hubbs was silent.
"I was at my tree," I told her. Velkan stared at me, and my cheeks smoldered.
"What happened?" Mr. Hubbs asked, ever so quietly and somber. I looked up at him. I had no explanation for how haggard I looked.
"It was windy and my dress got caught," I said. Velkan took my hand. Turns out, it was the one covered in blood. His gray eyes widened and he looked back at me.
"What happened here," he asked, rubbing the dried blood with his thumb, making me shiver. I licked my lips and stared up into those beautiful eyes of his.
"I-I fell," I answered him. Mrs. Hubbs vanished for a moment, then reappeared with a wet cloth. She reached in to wash my wound, but was stopped when a tanned hand grabbed the wet material from her hand. Then the coolness of the washcloth was on my hand, washing off the dried blood. After the stinging sensation left, the coolness was refreshing.
Velkan was washing my wound.
After the lesion was cleaned, Velkan gave the cloth back to Mrs. Hubbs, who smiled at me then scurried off to the kitchen. Velkan was still staring at me.
"Come, Kallisto. We must talk," he said, and pulled me into the sitting room. Mr. Hubbs followed Mrs. Hubbs into the kitchen.
"Now, Kallisto, Anna and I have thought of the possible plans for . . . keeping you safe. Coming over at night to make sure the house is secure is part of the plan." I blinked, thinking it over. Or pretending to. Not much I could do with Velkan staring at me.
"Does Mrs. Hubbs know about this?" I asked.
"I told her while we were waiting for you."
"Oh," I said, marveling.
"How long have you been here?" I asked him. A thoughtful look passed over his face.
"Two hours?" He answered, then nodded. He laughed at my incredulous look. "Yes, Kallisto," he said, smiling still, "you have been gone that long. What were you doing out there?" I blushed.
"I was looking at the sky," I answered, and he laughed again.
"Looking at the sky for more than two hours, Kallisto?" I nodded, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his laughing gray ones. Suddenly, he was serious.
"Did you see anything?" he asked, his eyes now intense, and I tore my gaze away, frightened by the intensity of the stare. I shook my head fiercely.
"Nothing?" he persisted, and I shook my head again. He sighed.
"All right." He then stood up and held his hand out, offering to help me up from my chair. I hesitated, then touched his strong fingers with mine, and he slid his hand to fit mine and pulled me up. He then escorted me to the stairs, where he saw me up the first one, then turned me to face him. I was level with him. Almost. Give or take a few inches.
"Goodnight, Kallisto," he said softly, and placed his right hand on my forehead, his left making the sign of the cross, and I bowed my head. He was giving me his blessing.
"Be safe," he whispered, and he brought his lips to my forehead. I shuddered violently, and he pulled away slightly, looking down at me. When he spoke, his voice was concerned.
"Kallisto?" I shivered again, closed my eyes, squeezed Velkan's hand and whispered "goodnight, Prince", before turning and climbing up the stairs.
My trembling hands fumbled with the doorknob, and I finally got it open. I entered the room and closed the door behind me, still quivering. It seems that I fell apart when he touched me. I leaned against the door, resting my forehead, the one that Velkan had kissed, on the door, and I tried to breathe.
I walked slowly over to the bed, the bed that looked so inviting. I looked at it for a moment, then sat on it. I sank in, the bed so much more comfortable than the hard, bark seat I had been sitting on before. After what seemed like five minutes of sitting on the bed, I resulted to resting my head on the pillow. Just for a minute, of course.
I'm so tired.
-Visited-
I lifted my head and looked around. This couldn't be a dream, I thought. I'm in my room, and I feel perfectly lucid. My eyes scanned the room, narrowing at the shadowy places, corners, demons, and other creepy places.
My demon was here.
"Kallisto," he said, smiling. My heart thumped loudly. He came closer and sat on the bed. He pulled me to his chest.
"My darling," he breathed into my hair, though I could feel no breath.
"My demon," I whispered into his chest, and brought my hand up to stroke the hardness. I could feel his body quiver under my touch, and I shivered as my demon stroked my breast.
Suddenly, my demon stood up, pulling me with him. He turned me around, raised my hair, kissed my neck, then started to undo my bodice. I wanted to fall into the curve of his chest, but wanted the black bliss that comes with nakedness and my demon more. I stood silently as his fingers unfastened the buttons and ties of my simple Victorian dress.
Finally, my shoulders met the air, and I could feel my demon's hot lips on my skin, burning, and making me tremble. My demon pulled down my dress, leaving the thin fabric of my underclothes to deal with. He pushed the dress past my hips, and it fell to a tall pile on the floor. He lifted me out and placed me against him. No air could fit through our bodies.
My demon was fully clothed; black everywhere, matching his shoulder-length, silky hair, deep, bottomless eyes, and black heart. But I could still feel the hotness and hardness of his body. I ran my hands along his chest and torso, loving the feel of his muscular structure and such power under my fingers. He trembled, and I reached up to unbutton his black shirt. My fingers were trembling, and my demon saw. He reached up and took my fingers in his own, and pulled them up to his lips. I shuddered, and he pulled me against him, his hot lips finding mine and our tongues entwining. My breasts were pressed up against his chest, and he groaned into my mouth.
He released me, and I resumed my task of unbuttoning and undressing my beautiful demon. Finally, I pushed open his shirt and exposed his muscular, pale chest. I ran my fingers along his cool skin, and he groaned. I lowered my lips to his chest and caressed the skin with my tongue. His hands rounded my hips and his fingers dug into my skin. My hands slid down to his slim hips, and I ran my tongue down his chest. He shuddered, and I smiled. I heard cackling, but didn't care. (A/n)
"You devil," he whispered, and groaned. I laughed against his skin that was now burning. I knelt on the ground, kissing his skin, then undid his pants. They slid easily over his hips and down to the floor. He growled, and I kissed the newly exposed skin, ignoring the skin that ached to be touched.
He pulled me away by my hair and knelt in front of me, pulling down the undergarments I still wore. He kissed my shoulder, my chest, and my breasts. My body felt like it was on fire. I moaned in agony as his lips skirted around my nipple, and I pushed his lips closer.
"Please," I whispered in agony, and my beautiful, sexy demon pulled away, staring at me. He kissed my lips, licked them, then kissed his way down my body. I growled at him, and he laughed, a wretched sound that made me shudder. I grasped his head with my trembling hands and pulled his lips up to mine, latching on to him violently. My hands went up and down his chest, and his hands drew circles along my back and rear end. I moaned into the fiery depths of his mouth.
I heard a distant sound that sounded like a door opening, and my gorgeous, hot, fiery demon broke the kiss. A sob caught in my throat for the need of him inside me. My demon smiled. I looked over at the door and saw the man whom I have loved for eight years.
"Kallisto," he whispered, his eyes wide.
And I realized I wasn't dreaming.