She stood in the middle of chaotic scene.
Pages of books, pieces of cloth, broken pieces of wood lay scattered across the cold stone floor. She stepped carefully over the pieces of debris, navigating the mess and keeping a watchful eye on the stillness around her. Something was here, but what?
She heard a sound and turned sharply, finding nothing there behind her except for a thick volume of the bible lying face down on the floor. Before her very eyes, a greenish haze began to surround it and the thick leather bound tome overturned it's self and began to rise as if being lifted by an invisible pair of hands. The pages began to turn, blown by some wind that she could not feel. She looked beyond it, and saw a large wooden cross, torn from the wall and left askew, claw mark marring its polished surface.
A cold feeling of apprehension marched up her spine. Immediately she reached for her weapon—
Gone.
The bible began floating towards her, the turning of the pages stopping on a particular section. She looked down, but the words were jumbled and unreadable. She struggled to make sense of it, but as though sensing her confusion and growing impatient, the book snapped closed and dropped uselessly to the floor. It felt as if she were wading through thick molasses as she took a tentative step forward, then knelt down to retrieve the dusty book from the floor. She reached out for it, her hands barely brushing the worn leather binding when a pair of masculine hands seized hers, palms rough with calluses rasped over the smoothness of her skin as long fingers closed about her wrists and gently pulled her up to her feet.
For a moment she thought the walls of the dank and dreary gloom had fell away and left the crisp cloudless blue of spring skies in it's place, yet an instant later lashes of gold narrowed into a blink and only then did she realize her mistake, for the blue she stared into was not the sky but the intense gaze of a man with long flaxen hair that matched the gold of his lashes and thick brows, full lips, a strong looking jaw and straight nose, all coalescing to make him sinfully beautiful. Dimly, She remained away of his hold, gentle yet there was no mistaking the strength that resided within those hands. Armor gleamed as if there was sufficient light, held up by a large muscular body hardened by countless battles and endless travels. Those eyes suddenly became turbulent with pain and tragedy, even loneliness, things easily recognized for she herself had often felt as much. Strangely, she wanted desperately to sooth him, feeling, hoping, that in someway she could ease the hurt inside herself as well. She had no conscience thought of moving, only that one minute she stood an arms length, the next she was pressed intimately against this stranger, lips searching and finding the gentle press of his own, her hands caressing bare flesh...
Bare?
She pulled away as she noted the absence of cool hard armor, which had been replaced by hard warm tanned flesh. She was given no time to protest for warm lips, soft and supple brushed feather light kisses along her cheeks, along her jaw, and finally along her neck, large hands lifted to cup the soft weight of her breasts. She moaned and his lips descended upon hers just in time to catch the husky sound. Lazily he traced his tongue along her lips, his thumbs following the same torturous pace as they circled around her nipples, denying them his touch until they grew turgid and stiff. Cool air touched her skin and sluggishly her mind assessed that she too stood naked before this stranger whom her body ached to know.
Whimpering, she thrust her plump flesh into those hands wantonly, parted her lips to invite that moist tongue inside the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Without further prompting he engaged her tongue in a dance so erotic, so purely carnal it sent heat rushing through her body to pool like molten lava between her legs. His arms dropped from her breasts and slid around her, hauling her against him, his kiss becoming even more heated drawing her deeper and deeper into this dark chasm of pleasure. Readily she responded with a passion she never knew she had, the slender column of her thigh slid up the warm muscled thickness of his hair roughed one until her heat was pressed intimately against his bulging groin. Knowingly he rocked against her slowly wringing shudders from her dangerously overheated body.
A thousand whispers invaded the room and hummed with mounting agitation….
A babe swaddled in blue cloth, stained in blood and thicker fluids, hair raven wing black---
His hands began to roam along her body, brushing the sides of her breasts, gliding down her sides, one hand lightly trailing along her raised thigh while the other slipped between her legs to probe her wetness with strong talented fingers.
Eyes a startling shade of blue that seemed to glow with a crimson tint and stared back at her with a dark knowledge no child should possess, subtle waves of evil humming from that tiny helpless body---
"Please," she murmured lethargically as pleasure soared to new heights, just from the working of his fingers stroking her delicate folds and parting her nether lips to tease the small bud of sensitive flesh into wakefulness.
"Soon…" Came the reply uttered in a soft deep voice that soothed her, seduced her, made her want more.
She held him in her arms, in spite of what it was, what it had been spawned from, a mating as unholy as the very creature which had planted its seed within her, and was over come with the fierce maternal instinct to nurture and protect. Fate had placed him in her arms and only death could keep them apart.—And then he came. She looked up and watched as the large shadowy figure approached. His face…why couldn't she see his face? In truth she did not need to for she knew. She looked down at the baby once more, staring up at her with oddly blank eyes. A shadow descended over her and she looked up, clutching the child to her breast fiercely.
" No." She whispered with a tremble in her voice. " No!" she shouted the word this time as if it would drive the form back into the shadows whence it came. It paid her no heed. Instead a claw like hand pried the child from her arms, at the same time she felt her strength leaving her so that she was unable to fight back. Helpless, she could only watch as her child was cradled in the crook of a more human appendage, a blonde head bent to murmur something softly to the baby, then slowly lifted as low taunting laughter rumbled from that massive chest. Higher and higher the head rose until glowing crimson eyes were fixed upon her. Slowly he turned and began to back away, her child's cries blending with cruel laughter into a macabre symphony that swell to a heart shattering crescendo.