Dave stood brooding at the window of his fortress, feet away from the prize he had claimed from that pathetic peasants' village. So easy to destroy. Too easy to destroy, but then he guessed that's what happens when humans put too much faith in God. The thought of God made him angry. He slammed his fist into the stone that made up the window frame. OH! The noise . . . it woke her! No need to turn around, Dave could sense her heartbeats quicken, as the quiet panic flowed through her head. Exciting! The emotions she proceeded to go through were intoxicating. What he wouldn't give just to touch her right now . . . but he must be patient. Savor it . . . he would get the chance soon enough.
His thoughts went back to the destruction of the village. He smiled. It was brilliant, the destruction had already started before the villagers raised their alarm. Nothing pleased him more than to see the people scattering through the village, screams, waving arms and running in every direction possible. Run! Run! Little mice, all of you! They honestly believe they will escape this. Why are humans so predictable and amusing? Wait! Oh yessss! Scream for your god to help you! Does he hear your voices? Does he even care? Of course he does, but, why risk a confrontation with me. After all, it is just a small village . . . a few victims compared to the hundreds and thousands that would perish if that war finally took place. No . . . he'll cry from his throne in heaven for his lost sheep and his hatred for me will grow, but he'll allow them all to burn here tonight! He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched them and listened. He scanned the running masses. His eyes narrowed. No! It couldn't be! Damn you! Dave's dark eyes flew up to the clouds . . . staring through them at his unseen adversary. You put her here! How dare you! His thoughts raced . . . , it must be a trick, an illusion. A temptation that God planted here in hopes of stopping him. What do you do now? Save her? Of course, save her! Why even question it? It's her you know it's her. No illusion could be so close. His thoughts continued to assail him as he watched her running with her "family". He watched as the burning tree fell and took out her family in one swoop! He had to act fast. As he swooped down to retrieve her, he saw her body fall to the ground. Shock no doubt at her sudden loss. Just as well . . . easier to take her if she doesn't struggle or fight. Don't worry my beloved . . . I won't let you die here. I can't lose you again! In a quick swoop, he took her limp body into his arms and flew to his fortress of stone.
Dave laid her gently on his bed, and noticed the small cuts and scrapes which made sections of the white cloth in her dress red. He made quick work, removing the puritan dress from her body and healed her wounds. He couldn't help but admire her alabaster skin, and her slight frame. Such a perfect choice of a new body. He searched her mind for any hint of memories from the life she use to live - Pieces, scattered thoughts. Don't worry my love, I'll help you remember the woman you were before. You'll absolutely love this new body . . . the one kind thing "He" gave to you. Is it possible he felt just a little guilt? His thoughts again were interrupted by her, this time her voice cut through the silence. "Who are you? Why am I here?" She asked. He sensed that she was trying to be brave, but her voice betrayed the fear. It bothered him that she didn't recognize him, the way he did her. Then again, that would be God's doing . . . more torture for him to endure. He tuned in again to her inner thoughts, she used his name in vain and immediately asked for forgiveness. He couldn't help but see the irony, and laughed. Oh my love . . . In your previous life, you would have done much worse and never considered begging forgiveness. She was angry at him. The anger radiated off her skin, he could almost feel the heat where he stood. He turned and started to approach the bed. "Who are you? Why don't you answer me?" She asked, causing him to stop a short distance from the bed to admire her body again. He chuckled at how annoyed she was. She started to struggle against her restraints . . . He knew she would injure herself and ruin her beautiful skin. He grabbed her wrist firmly, forcing her movement to stop. "Stop that! You are ruining your beautiful skin!" He finally spoke to her.
Author's note: Okay everyone, this is the first time I've ever submitted a story. So please go easy on me. I would love to know what you think, feel free to review the story. I would love the constructive feedback.