016. Death.

Title: Dark Shadows
Genre: Mystery, Romance
Characters: Mystery Man, Natasha
Prompt: 016. Death.
Word Count: 808
Rating: R - Very Adult!
Type: Series: 2 of 32
Summary: A dangerous man listens to his inner voice with some disastrous consequences.
Warnings: Nudity, Graphic Sex, Violence, Simulated Blood

“Is this seat taken?” She looked at him from across the counter seductively, her manicured fingers resting flat against the cool surface.

He shook his head without saying a word. Better to play it cool with this one.

She arched her eyebrows in curiosity as she slid onto the empty bar stool beside him, turning to face him, leaning in close to emphasize her interest. “My name’s Natasha, what’s yours, handsome?” She asked, lowering her eyelids.

He cleared his throat, contemplating on what it would be tonight. “Rick. Call me Rick.”

She smiled at him, pleased with her choice for the evening, he had a deep, sexy voice that befit someone so attractive. She turned back to the bar, leaning her elbows on the counter. The bartender waited patiently for her order as she looked sideways at “Rick”.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked politely.

“Maybe…but how about one at my place?”

He smiled, it was going to be easier than he had originally thought.

He walked with her the few blocks to her townhouse; a tall, skinny brick structure that looked like it had seen many things over the years. He looked up at the second floor where a few lights faintly lit up the room inside.

She noticed him looking and pointed upwards, “My bedroom. I always leave on a light or two, makes me feel safer when I come home. Do you want to see?” She asked, moving up the wrought iron stairs.

“That all depends, do I have to go to bed like a good little boy?” He teased, admiring her as she unlocked the front door.

She giggled softly, “No, not if you had other things in mind.”

He followed her inside. Other things indeed.

She led him upstairs and he immediately cornered her by the railing. Wrapping his arms around her slim waist, he pulled her against him, pressing her into his hips. He was fully aroused, the promise of the night to come was exciting him immensely and he couldn’t control himself. He wanted to feel himself inside her and then…

She kissed him passionately, anxious to see this muscular, handsome man naked before her. He slowly turned her around to face the railing as he lifted her blouse over her head and lowered her jeans to the floor.

She waited breathlessly as she stood inches from him, she heard him throw his clothes near the bed and then she felt him against her.

Desire taking over them both, he slowly moved inside her, gently caressing her from behind. He kissed her neck, his lips brushing past her ear as he whispered, “Come with me.”

He took her hand and led her over to the bed where he laid down, his body begging for her to join his. She slowly obliged, placing herself on top of him, she increased the pace, rocking back and forth. She moaned aloud, placing her hand gently on his face, while admiring his many tattoos.

“Damn, that’s sexy!” She said, her fingers stroking the ink on his chest.

“Thanks,” He breathed, looking into her eyes. Too damn bad she had given into the evil, she was so beautiful, “You like it from behind?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He turned her over and as she lay face down on the bed, he leaned back down to the floor, grabbing the knife he had concealed in his jeans, placing it quietly on the blanket. “You ready, baby?” He asked, entering her once more. She felt incredible, it really was such a shame.

She moaned and cried out from the intense pleasure, clearly disregarding any neighbors who may still have been awake. He picked up the knife as he climaxed, he let out a heavy sigh as he tugged on her hair playfully, lightly tracing her back with the tip of the blade.

She giggled slightly, “That tickles, what is…”

Her breath caught and she lost the words when she felt a deep, cutting pain in her back. Confused as he turned her over roughly to face him, her face twisted in fear and horror as she saw the knife above her, he had it aimed directly at her chest.

She screamed loudly as he plunged it between her breasts.

And he stabbed her again…and again. He brought the knife down, over and over, her blood splattering everywhere, until it covered the bed.

He wiped most of the blood from himself, his hands more stained than the rest, he got dressed and went downstairs to wash up before he headed home.

Out on the street, he listened. A dog barked in the distance.

Dark, quiet houses. The street lights had gone out, time for most anyone to be tucked away safely in their beds, sound asleep.

He smiled to himself as he walked down the sidewalk.

Guess we didn’t wake the neighbors.

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026. Fragile.

Title: Dark Shadows - This is a sequel to Deadly Obsession, however, it's not necessary to read that to understand this story. If you want to read it, contact me and I'll send you an invite to the blog but be warned, it is not the best stuff I've ever done & was my first story!
Genre: Mystery/Suspense, Romance
Characters: Mystery man and woman
Prompt: 026. Fragile.
Word Count: 417
Rating: Overall Rating is R, 18+
Type: Series, Part 1 of 32
Summary: Someone's mental state is quite fragile.
Warnings: Entire story will contain violence, sex and nudity, blood, language and lots of other adult content. Please don't start reading if those things offend you, this part is okay but most won't be!

Warnings for this part - mention of alcohol, cigarette use, twisted thoughts.

You have to do it, don't be weak.

"No. No, I can't!"

You know they deserve it.

He scrubbed his hands vigorously as the voice in his head pounded louder and louder in his ears. He knew it was right, they all deserve it.

"I have to do it." he whispered, turning off the water.

That's good, you're doing the right thing.

He nodded his head in agreement as he heard another voice coming from outside the bathroom.

"Are you all right, it's late. Are you sick?"

Never been better.

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm going out for a while to meet some friends for a drink."

There was a long pause, he could hear her sigh behind the door. "Oh, okay. Have fun then."

She didn't understand. Would she ever? He was doing this for her, he would have to make her see, make her appreciate what he was doing. He picked up the knife from the counter and went to get dressed.

He lit up a cigarette as he went outside, walking down a dirty alley on his way to the place he knew he would be able to succeed. The smells were overwhelming; garbage cans knocked over, spilling their rotten contents all over the concrete, drunken fools who used the walls for a bathroom. Disgusting.

That's right, it is disgusting. They deserve to die.

The voice reverberated through his mind, over and over until he thought it would explode. They had to die, they had committed the worst crime ever.

He made it to the club and waited. If he was patient, he knew one would come, they always did. He leaned up against the brick wall, listening to the pulse of electronic music from inside. He took a long drag on his cigarette and flicked it across the sidewalk, heading into the club.

He had seen her, the first one to die. She was beautiful but he knew her secret. She was guilty, she used her beauty to make money and cared only for her own advancement in the world, stepping on anyone who got in her way. Vanity, the root of the worst kind of evil.

He watched her mingle amongst the club's patrons, going from one dance partner to another, disgusted by her blatant display of sexuality.

He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, he knew what she wanted, he didn't have to pursue her. She would come to him and he would give her what she desired.

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002. Ends.

Title: Moonlight
Genre: Romance
Characters: Onatah, Edward, Aponi, Tokori, Hateya, Lauren
Prompt: 002. Ends.
Word Count: 905~ish
Rating: MA
Type: Series: 2 of 2
Summary: Consequences are revealed.
Warnings: Violence, some nudity, adult themes.

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Onatah waited once more, the same as she had for many, many nights. She made the now familiar trek to the secret hiding place she and Edward had made their own private sanctuary.

“Edward, my love, how much longer can this go on? I know we must tell our people or we can never fully be together. I am afraid.”

Edward sighed as he held her close to him, he knew the chances of their people blessing a union between them were slim, they would be lucky if it didn’t instigate a war. “I am afraid too, we have each other though, together we will persevere. I love you dear Ona, and I will do whatever it takes for us to be together.”

Onatah breathed easier next to the comfort of his chest. She sighed deeply as they said their nightly goodbyes and each started the journey to their separate resting places.

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Edward started a fire at his campsite and sat down, warming his hands. His mind a jumbled mess as he listened to the distant sound of water from the nearby ocean, far below the cliff side.

He lay back and looked up at the stars sadly, wishing that the world around him was as uncomplicated as the sky. No prejudices, no excuses, no hatred, just tranquility and peace. He sat up suddenly as he heard a twig snap in the distance. He listened for a moment, his eyes squinting, trying to search the dark surroundings for a bear or wolf. Finding none, he shrugged and lay back down on the ground.

He let out a breath of frustration over his situation when he suddenly saw a large human form above him, their hands out in an attacking manner.

Adrenaline surging through him, Edward struggled with the man, finding himself losing the upper hand. A glint of moonlight exposed the man’s face, he was an Indian, large, muscular and angry, apparently with Edward. His mind racing, he saw the wild look in the man’s eye, he must have seen him with Onatah, the other Indians he had encountered had not been half as aggressive toward the settlers.

“W-why are y-you doing this? I mean y-you no h-harm.” Edward choked out, the other man’s large hands around his throat.

His chest heaving, anger surging through his blood, he squeezed the white man harder. “You do not deserve her,” he growled, in a good attempt at English. “She was to be mine!” he exclaimed, forcefully throwing Edward near the edge of the cliff.

Fear swelling in his heart, Edward grabbed the edge of the steep cliff as he fell, one look over the side nearly causing him to faint.

I am going to die. He thought as he could hear the imposing Indian coming up behind him, his jealousy and anger a frightening weapon. He grabbed Edward once again, a firm hold that was difficult to escape. They fought, Edward trying his best to avoid the punches of the stronger man.

In a wide motion, the Indian swung his fist at Edward, causing him to stumble, pushing him dangerously close to the cliff’s edge. He lost his footing and fell backwards.

I’m sorry…Ona, I love you.

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“Onatah, please listen…”

“No! Do not touch me, Tokori!” she said, running away from her village towards the thick woods.

Onatah’s mother, Aponi, heard the argument and went to investigate. “What have you done?” she asked sternly as she watched her daughter disappear into the night.

*-*-*

Onatah collapsed over the side of the cliff, seeing the still form of Edward on the rocks far below. She immediately began to cry, her heart breaking piece by piece. She heard rustling behind her, turning around to see Tokori with her mother and father.

“Leave me alone, this is your fault!” she sobbed, bringing her knees up to her chest.

Tokori hung his head in shame and obeyed, he stayed a safe distance away, behind her mother and father.

“Daughter, please understand, Tokori was protecting you. These settlers cannot be trusted, they are dangerous.” Hateya said softly, defending the one he would have chosen for her husband.

Onatah stood up, tears flowing freely down her flushed cheeks. “No father, you are wrong. He was not protecting me, he has just taken away my heart, my soul.”

Hateya sighed, his daughter had always been headstrong but to fall in love with such a man was going too far. “Please come to your senses, they are not like us, that man deceived you.” he said angrily, pacing in front of her.

“You’re wrong! He loved me! We…loved each other.” she said sadly, turning around again to look down at Edward, her true love…dead. She looked up at the stars, shining brightly in the dark night sky. Simple, peaceful, quiet stars. She envied them.

One was shining down, a little more brightly than the others.

Oh, Edward, my love.

She turned around to face her father. Her chin held high, tears flowing from her brown eyes, she said, “You know nothing, father.”

*-*-*

Lauren listened to the tour guide as she peered over the stone wall to the cliff, far below, she couldn't comprehend his words as a wave of sadness washed over her.

“The legend of Onatah and Edward has been carried on through many generations, their forbidden love a sad reminder of segregation and prejudice in our society that is present still. It is said that they became two stars, watching over the land as a symbol that love knows no bounds.”

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014. Lovers.

Title: Moonlight
Genre: Romance
Characters: Onatah, Edward
Prompt: 014. Lovers.
Word Count: 1,000~ish
Rating: MA
Type: Series: 1 of 2
Summary: Two lovers meet under the cover of night.
Warnings: Part 1: Sexual situations, some nudity.
Part 2: Violence, adult situations, partial nudity.

She waited impatiently for the cover of night to fall. Her heart pounded with anticipation as it had every night since she had met him. How long had it been? She had lost count of the days, possibly even weeks. All she knew anymore was the comforting sounds of the dark night that surrounded her small village; an owl’s solitary hoot, an occasional howl from a coyote in the distance, a rushing creek nearby and the steady chirp of crickets.
The moon shown brightly above, a steady witness of her secret nightly meetings with the one who had captured her heart. It peered down on her seemingly with disapproval as she opened the flap of her teepee, surveying the others around her for any sign of movement. There was none, the rest of her village was sound asleep, only a few horses stood awake, nickering softly

Swiftly and yet quietly, she padded barefoot along the dirt path that lead through the woods to their secret meeting place. She knew the route by heart, nearly able to navigate through the many trees and bushes with her eyes closed. With passion guiding her, she followed the stream along until she reached the familiar clearing which led to the secluded patch of woods that concealed the furtive nature of their romance.

She looked upwards, her thoughts soaring with excitement. She was in love with a pale face, a white man who had come from a strange, mysterious, far away land. And one who had in fact come to claim her people’s land as his own and dig it up in search of gold. Despite his intentions, she happened upon him one day in the woods, her curiosity overwhelming the fear inside her, she had spoken to him against her better judgment and found him to be quite different than the rest of the men who had accompanied him. They were drawn to each other from the beginning, a match seemingly made in Heaven, yet doomed to be torn apart by skin color.
She waited to approach the area until she was certain that no one had discovered their meeting place. A ray of moonlight caught his brown hair, she quietly observed him standing against a tree, looking at peace with himself. He certainly seemed to appreciate the land more than the men he had arrived with who only came in search of riches and adventure.
“Edward,” she whispered as she approached him with caution, checking the surrounding woods to make sure they were alone.
He turned towards the sound of her voice, an endearing look crossing his rugged, masculine features. “Onatah, my love. At last.” he smiled as she rushed into his strong arms. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me.” he teased, twisting a strand of her long, raven black hair around his finger playfully.
“Never Edward, you know I would never forget you.” she said breathlessly, burying her small, round face in the warm comfort of his broad shoulder. The men in her village were physically appealing to her of course, but this stranger was so very different from anyone she had ever seen and the dangerous nature of him and the gentle way he would hold her just intensified her attraction.

He held her closely for a long moment, the sounds of the night and the cover of darkness comforting them both. They only had a few precious hours together before the dawn; when the sun would rise, they would have to disappear, only to endure another day without the other. It was becoming tiring and strenuous on them both. He had to constantly make excuses to his men about why he was delaying the digging process and she had to endure her mother and father continually insisting she marry one of the men from the village and start a family.
He took her hand and led her further into what had become their sacred place. A place where they could be together, away from the prying eyes of their divided people. A place where they could love and share their most intimate moments with one another.

Lighting a fire, Edward sat down on the soft ground and motioned for her to join him. Smiling, she complied, settling next to the warmth of his body. She felt at ease with this man, despite how wrong her people would think it was. He was the enemy, a stranger, a demon who came to take her home for his own. And yet, he was beautiful.
“Ona, my love, I have missed you so.” he said softly, as she turned around slightly to face him, sitting on her knees.

“I have missed you too. The darkness takes so long to come, I think I cannot wait anymore or I will go mad!”

He laughed, that glorious, rugged sound of a weathered cowboy as he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. He made her weak like no one before him ever could. He gazed into her dark, exotic eyes, looking right into the depths of her mind.
“Love me, Ona. Please, I need to feel your arms around me, taste the sweet honey of your lips once more.” he whispered, leaning in towards her as his slightly rough lips touched the softness of hers.
She moaned quietly as he kissed her gently, heat rising through her core as his hands slowly removed her dress from her shoulder and tenderly caressed the swell of her breast. He placed her down carefully as he removed his own shirt and pants, the warmth of the night on his naked skin only heightening his excitement.
He looked down at her, his eyes heavy with passion and emotion, all because of the love she had given him. He had found a rare, beautiful flower to call his own in this foreign land he had come to and he would never, ever let her go. He knew deep down, eventually they would have to let their people know. One could not live a double life forever.
But for now, right this moment- he would love her, like there was no tomorrow.

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