Satan's Spawn

Evan Miles celebrated his 25th birthday quietly, reflecting on the events that happened exactly ten years previous, and the significance of them.

Tens years had passed since the death of his family, his father, mother and two older sisters dying in what the media had labeled the most gruesome and unexplained crime of the century. Evan was made famous over night, being the sole survivor, his adolescent face and story broadcast repeatedly until the public tired of seeing it, and the story was put to rest.

Ten years, a long time for a boy just entering the fascinating period of time in which his young body was maturing, and with no one to instruct or guide him, Evan reflected as the car stopped and he stepped out to pay the driver.

"Are you sure this is the right address Mac? The place ain't been used since those poor folks died in it."

Ten years changed a man. And though the cabby stared at him, Evan knew the baby faced boy was gone and no longer recognizable, that his own hard, gray eyes and jet black hair were the only features that were the same as in the tabloids and that his lean six foot exterior was far different than the short, fat boy he once was.

"This is my home now, Buddy"

Evan replied gently and paid the man, smirking as he watched his eyes widen and jaw drop.

"I'm going to live here, and restore it as the tourist site my family wanted it to be."

Eyes blinking rapidly the cabby slid back into the drivers seat and shook his head wordlessly, leaving Evan and his pile of bags to turn and look over the face of a house over that he hadn't seen in ten long years.

Evan crossed the bridge that spanned the now weed filled moat, remembering the days as a child when he would play on it for hours, and knowing those times were forever past.

The key he had fit in the heavy oak door and to his surprise, turned smoothly and as the door swung open he was impressed with the work already done by the woman hired over the phone less than 1 month previous.

"Anyone about?"

He called out in his baritone voice and stepped into the high ceiling foyer.

"Is anyone here?"

The lights actually worked as he tripped then on, and he made a second, then a third trip over the bridge bringing his belongings inside.

"You're here to stay Ev, so take a deep breath and relax"

Evan muttered softly to himself and dug in a pocket for the bottle of pills he always carried with.

"I wonder if the well still works?"

He found the bottle and headed for where he remembered the massive kitchen used to be, and nearly knocking over the woman as he pushed the swinging doors.

"I'm sorry, I was looking for a glass of water?"

Evan grinned and eyed the well shaped woman, then rattled the bottle as if to verify his reasons for being there.

"I've got anotherof these damned headaches"

It wasn't until after he had tossed the pills into his mouth and chased them down with a tall glass of water he realized he hadn't introduced himself.

And turned to see the woman eying him with a smile.

"I'm sorry, My name is Evan, Evan Miles."

He offered his hand and grinned almost shyly.

Stacey McVie

I nearly jumped out of my skin as this tall dark man suddenly appeared beside me in the kitchen . Nearly knocking the pot of vegetables from my hand, going straight to the tap and getting a drink. I was quick in puting down the pot in case I needed both hands to defend myself.

"I'm sorry, I was looking for a glass of water? I've got another of these damned headaches. I'm sorry, My name is Evan, Evan Miles." he said to me.

Ahhhhhh the new boss, I hadn't know quite what to expect, not a good looking young man like this, thats for sure. It wasn't till I looked closer I saw the unusal colour of his eyes. At first I thought they were pale blue but as I looked closer I could see they were grey. I remember from biology when I was at school it was supposed to be impossible for a person to have grey eyes. As he introduced himself to me I stretched out my hand to meet his.

"Good evening Mr Miles , sir. So pleased to meet you at last after our phone calls. I hope everything is to your liking. I have tried my best to freshen the place up. That's a lot of dust and grime after nearly ten years I can tell you. took me nearly two days just to get it out of my hair......I was originally blonde !"

I try to lighten the mood a bit, trying to keep my mind from asking him the obvious questions of a stranger who wasn't here when the murders happened. When I had found out about the position I had checked the library archives and had been horrified at the events that had taken place. This poor man, what he must have suffered as a young boy, living through the attrocities. I hope it hasn't left him too scarred mentally.........would hate for him to have turned into a psychotic madman because of it. Mostly because I was going to be sharing his home with him.

"I am so very, very glad to meet you."

Evan laughed at the good looking womans joke and shook her hand.

"But please, call me Evan, if you would? Mister Miles was my father."

He was glad to see the woman, not just because she was good looking (she was) but because she was close to his age, and in the house with him.

"You found a room to your liking?

He asked as they both laughed, his question bringing up a worry he had dwelled on since beginning the "trip" months ago.

That question being just where would Evan sleep?

"And I hope you are having the Master Bedroom refurbished as I asked?

He continued as she assured him her bedroom was "quite" accomodating and comfortable. She didn't seem to be aware the room was his oldest sisters, or that she had a remarkable resemblance to her.


Evan was NOT going to live in the room his parents died in, instead it was going to be changed into an office of sorts, one that he intended to use very, very little and ONLY during the day.


"I'd better get my things moved upstairs then, I'm afraid to admit I dropped them all inthe middle of the foyer, when that damned headache hit."

Smiling he thanked her again, and watched her backside sway as she moved the pan to the stovetop and turned, catching him in "the act".

"I'll get it"

Evan escaped the kitchen and the embarresment of getting caught admiring Stacie's well shaped ass and made his way to the front door.

"Can I help you?"

He asked as it swung open, looking the young woman over and not recognizing her, then looked past her to the car sitting in the drive.

"If you're the painter, you're early, but I can have Stacie fix a room quick like for the night?"

She didn't look like a painter, Evan decided, she filled out her clothes too well, but then what did he know?

At least she wasn't one of those damned reporters that had hounded him back then

"I was just going to carry these bags up, let me tell Stacie and she can add a plate for dinner?"

Evan still wasn't sure WHO she was, but he was positive she was making him nervous, and that the headache was getting worse.

"Why don't you come in?"

stacey

After catching Evan ,as he wanted called, looking at my ass I was glad when the doorbell went. He came back with a youngish red haired female and announced she'd be stayng with us tonight. I assumed he knew the woman ..probably a girlfriend or work aquaintance. Still what was another mouth to feed there was always plenty left over when I cooked. Bad habit from the hotel trade I guess.

"Sure Evan that's not a problem there's plenty roast beef to go round , that okay with you both? Now you will need to be shown to your room miss, just give me a second and I'll be right with you . If you let me know which room you will be using Evan and I can put the lady in the same wing. Then after dinner I will make the beds up wih fresh linen. My own room is at the end of the East wing, Just along from the master bedroom. Should you need anything."

I watch Evan as he gathers his belongings and heads up the oak staircase, striding out up the stairs with ease. My turn to check out his body now, but a bit more subtly. Turning to the womn i enquire

"What's you name miss, and how do you know our young Mr Miles?"

stacey

My this one was full of herself.......I'd only asked how she knew Evan. Not as if I'd interogated her. Wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know him at all well. Maybe he had rejected her advances. Someone as assertive as she is could definitely get a few of the locals backs up talking to people that way.

Deciding to get on with it or I'd never get dinner finished in time. I show her up to the room opposite the master bedroom .

"I hope this is too your satisfaction miss, the dining room is downstairs and second door on the left. Come down when you're ready. I have to go see to Mr Miles now. Excuse me"

I know it might have ben rude of me but this woman just didn't seem true to me. She appeared to have a hidden agenda , one I will have to keep an eye on. I leave her to her own devices while I go back to check the roast and await Evan's instructions.

Evan could feel the air between the two ladies physically cool as he hauled his own bags up the stairs and to the room he occupied as a child.

When he returned for the second load, he could have sworn there was frost on the walls, and that is was crackling as the two glared at each other.

"Stacie? If you show Alexander to her room, I'll carry her bags?"

Evan had offered gently, and made the trip to Alex's open trunk, sidestepping a strom he knew was coming, but at the very least avoiding it for now.

Double loaded he hefted his last load and Alexander's, following the two women as they walked up the stairs, and for a second time checking out Stacie's firm, heart shaped ass.

He almost laughed as they stopped at the landing to the second floor and Stacie looked over her shoulder and caught him, then winked.

Instead he quietly carried the bags to the room Stacie specified, a room he knew so many years ago as his twin sisters room, and deposited them at the foot of the bed.

"I'll be unpacking if either of you need me, otherwise I'll see you both when we eat dinner at......"

"Seven"

Stacie finished the sentence for him

"The two of you will eat at Seven"

"Three"

Evan corrected softly and met Stacie's eyes squarely.

"The THREE of us will eat TOGETHER, at seven"

He had avoided the storm all right, but now a hurricane was brewing on the horizon, and yet as Evan left the room and the two Ladies in it he knew he was ready for the explosion.

He had faced worse, much worse, at a time when everything was supposed to be roses and sunshine, and had walked away from it unscathed.

Inside his childhood room he unpacked quickly, smiling as the once massive closets and dressers now appeared normal sized to him, and he moved to the window to pull open the heavy curtains.

"At least YOU still exist, old friend"

Evan stared out the window and watched the sunset over the river that ran nearby, and the bridge that crossed it, suddenly realizing how badly he had missed everything about the place including the people he had lost.

He was tired. The past months of planning had sapped his strength, the stress of selling everything he possessed to pay off the back taxes had worn him thin, and yet just being inside the old castle had restored his strength and determination to make things work.

Unpacked, his headache suddenly gone, Evan used the attached bathroom and found to his pleasure the water ran and ran hot. He felt as if her were a new man, and dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and gray V neck sweater, knowing it would make his dark hair and skin stand out in the light of the chandeliers below.

Dinner was at seven, so he made sure he appeared quietly at six thirty, and once again was caught admiring Stacie’s backside as she moved about the massive kitchen.

"If you're going to stare, you might as well have an excuse, grab those plates and take them to the table."

The words were tossed over Katya's shoulder and he grinned, scooping up the plates and grinning for the first time in too many years, and doing as he was told.

"Yes, Ma'am"

It felt good to be back. Good to be inside the place he called home, knowing it was only going to get better, and that perhaps, just perhaps, he had found others to help him.

"I'm going to go downstairs and see if there is any wine left in my fathers private stock."

Evan reached over the basement door and found the ancient skeleton key, grinning as he took another look at Stacie’s trim butt, and dropped his jaw as she deliberately wagged it side to side.

"Maybe the three of us will have a party.

It was his turn to toss the words over a shoulder and make his way down the dusty, unused stone steps, letting his hand remember the way and guide him until he reached the bottom and the waiting candle and matches.

To his pleasure he found the wine room intact, and though dusty, still stocked and then another shocking discovery, a doorway in the back of the room that stood half open.

It would be worth exploring at a later date, Evan knew, there had been few secrets of the ancient Castle that he didn't know from years of roaming the place as a child and he was curious why this one had escaped him.

"I brought red and white, two of each"

He announced proudly and moved to the sinks to wash the dust from them.

"There are several hundred bottles, all intact, and a doorway I never saw as a boy."

Side by side they carefully washed and dried the bottles, their hands touching several times and on one occasion, Evans hip brushing Stacie's, earning him a "Bully" that came from her pouting, full lips.

"No, just tired, but happy"

Evan retorted honestly and took the glasses Stacie had found and made ready.

He was putting the glasses in place and unaware Alexander had walked in, until he looked up and found her standing quietly in the doorway.

"Welcome to the Castle Miles, Alexander. Dinner will be served......"

"Now"

Came the word Evan was starving to hear, and Stacie bearing a steaming dish giving off mouth-watering smells.

stacey

I was glad when Evan made the point about it being the three of us for dinner. The nuber of times I had caught him looking at my backside since his arrival too told me we would be having quite an informal working relationship. This I liked the idea of. Now if only I could fathom out the ice queen! What her reasions for the visit were?

When Evan entered the kitchen I didn't need to see him , I could feel those eyes locating what seemed to be his favourite part of my anatomy yet again.

"If you're going to stare, you might as well have an excuse, grab those plates and take them to the table."

He set the table for three and came back announcing he was going to the wine cellar.Coming back with four bottles , four absolutely filthy bottles of wine. As we were washing them side by side our hands touched a couple of times as we playfully wrestled for the water to wash them. It felt good to have some fun , nice to see him smile. That smile could melt a womans heart so easily.............I just wondered if it would work on Miss Frosty Britches! Well miracles might happen, after all we were living in a castle just like in the fairytales. Or maybe that should be like the horror films considering it's history.

"Welcome to the Castle Miles, Alexander. Dinner will be served......"I heard him say as I was about to enter the dining room with the first of the dishes.

"Now"
Bringing through three bowls of chunky vegetable soup, I placed the bowls infront of Evan and Alex first before taking mine and sitting down. Evan was at the head of the table, Alex to his right and I was to his left.
The table was huge, originally built of solid oak as was most of the furniture in the room, and could easily seat twenty people. It will be ideal once the place is opened up for the tourists as he had planned.
Passing the basket with home made bread rolls in I asked Evan what job he had been doing prior to moving back home, just to find out a bit more about him. After all we hadn't said much other than the guidelines for the job and what he wanted done for his return. I was trying my damndest not to look Alex in the eye as I might have ended up acting like schoolgirl with a girl who fancied the same boy. Glowering and giving her dirty looks hoping that she will spill some soup down her front, spoiling her pristine appearance. Well aware that my own was somewhat dishevelled after making dinner and doing the final preparartions for Evan's arrival.
"And what do you do Miss Alexandra......sorry you never did tell us your last name did you? What brings you to Castle Milestane?"
Hoping to gleam some information about her that might help me understand her better so as not to cause a scene in front my new boss.

Evan listened quietly to the two Ladies and their sly, sometimes direct insults, and decided to ignore the contest of wills, for the time being.

Instead he chose to enjoy the night and the fact he was with two beautiful and erotically beautiful women, as well as to savor the meal and to let the wine relax his mind and aching body.

"You asked me earlier, Stacie, what I did before I returned home?"

Evan quietly began and offered more wine to each Lady, his eyes on the family portrait that hung on the far wall, done the last time his family was together, and alive.

"I finished school of course, tutors helped me through the last years of high school, and then I attended college at Harvard, thanks more in part to my last name then my academic score, but I managed to graduate with a dual major.

After college I was fortunate to be accepted by a lending firm and as I learned the trade so to speak, I began planning to return and reopen the castle."


It was an abbreviated and glossed over explanation of the last ten years, more than he had offered most people, and as much as he would give at this point to two people he had just met.

"Alexandra, it's interesting that you work the kind of company I've tried my hardest to attract for the past four years."

Switching the subject away from his own past Evan turned to address Alex and met her eyes as he began.

"I'd be foolish to turn you and your offer down, though it's quite obvious the Castle is no where near ready to open to the public, the painters I hired have failed to show and the grounds around are barely recognizable, my mother used to take great pride in them and spent many hours tending to them herself."

His gaze returned to the painting and he smiled, the memories of working with her bringing a pleasant if only temporary feeling and he realized the wine was doing it's work as well.

"Have your offices send me a letter of authenticity and a statement of your fees if you will, I believe it's customary? Once I've forwarded it to my attorney he'll wire copies of the Castles title and the usual records your society will need to verify the dating of the contents of the castle.

Meanwhile you can begin cataloging the rooms and getting your notes ready, it should save you time later, if I'm correct about how the process works?

Again he offered and poured more wine, noting they had worked through two bottles and would have to open a third soon.

"Three conditions I'm afraid I have to make though, and I'll ask your word be given on each?"

Again he met her eyes, reasoning that by the way she acted and by her words, Alex prided herself on being a Lady, and thus a person who took their responsibilities and word seriously.


"One: You don't begin in any room without first getting my approval,

Two: You don't release anything without my written consent"

Stopping he watched to see how the first two conditions were sitting with her, and he studied her face the idea and question of how those full lips would feel and taste came to his mind.

"That's two Evan, I'd like to hear the third condition before I agree to any, or all?

Smiling softly Evan nodded, then drank from his glass before answering.

"The third is reasonable and comes from practicality, because I don't have the staff, and also due to the fact the Castle isn't ready to entertain guests, I need you to help in the household chores as Stacie might ask you to do and assure you I'll be doing the same."

Placing his glass on the table’s surface he saw a glimmer of discontent flitter over her features, then disappear as quickly as it came.

"There can't be any title or rank in this house, we don't have the time or hands to waste time, not if we wish to actually accomplish something and open the Castle before the season begins, don't you agree?"

To accent the point and his own role in it he stood and began to gather his own dishes, then turned to Stacie and nodded before complimenting the meal.

"I'll help with the dishes and once we're done hope we can all relax in the living room, I've missed having a fire every night, and sitting with people who don't want something from me other than pleasant talk and companionship"


Turning back to the still seated Alex he continued to smile and reached a hand for her plate.

"I'm hoping BOTH of you Ladies will join me?"

stacey

The more this woman smarmed about the more I knew she was hiding something, the more I wished something would come up and bite a big chunk out of that near perfect young ass. God listen to me....I sounded like the wicked stepmother in Snow White ....jealous of a younger woman. All because of this handsome young man in our midst. Yet something, my gut instinct, my womans intuition told me this would end in disaster.

I gathered up most of the serving dishes and carried them through to the kitchen, proceeding to wrap the left over meat which should do for some sandwiches over the next day should anyone want them. I could hear the both talk of different styles of decor. Made me feel a bit left out but then it wasn't my forte. Getting things in order and keeping a household running smoothly were. Evan would see that soon enough as the weeks progressed. With the right organisation and help from him I reckon four months for the main structural and decoration work but arty stuff I would have no idea. GUess that's where the 'Princess' would come into her own.

"Evan you couldn't do the soup tourine for me please ? There is extra here that can be stored for tomorrow lunch time. Wouldn't do for the new boss to go hungry afterall how would he pay me if he was starved and weak ?

I'll let you know dishes go in the dreesser, pots in the pantry and dishtowels and cloths in the washing machine in the utility. I do them daily stop build up of microbes. Don't want nasties like listeria or Ecoli 0157 lurking do we.

Now I'll go make up your beds now that the rooms are decided. Set the fires to take the chill off. Maybe even run the duster round those I hadn't been to yet."

That last comment clearly guided towards Alex one made earlier about the cleanliness standards in hers. Hell there was ten years of it on most places in the castle yet. Not even I could thoroughly clean around 30 different rooms in two weeks.

"I'll meet you in the lounge shortly for coffee and drinks . Maybe then we could all get to know more about each other. Especially if we have to work so closely together to get this place ship shape."

Evan listened to the advice Alex offered and realized she was right.

Painting had been his idea, the thought of covering up the walls and ceilings taking on a double meaning he hadn't truly thought out, until now.

That by covering them he might hide away the memories and somehow start fresh.

The clean up work after the meal was done quickly under Stacie's guidance, and once again he was caught admiring her backside, though she simply winked as she turned away and announced she would be returning shortly.

Chuckling he admired her easy going manner and how she took his foolish gawking in stride, and yet he sensed a wild, passionate woman was lurking under the skin of the efficent and hard working lady.

Collecting three large glasses in one hand he used the other to carry a decanter filled with brandy as Alex and he moved from the gleaming bright kitchen into the mutely lit living area.

A large fireplace occupied the north wall and Evan guided them to the area in front of it, asking Alex if she would pour them each a drink as he tended to the fireplace.


"You're right about not covering things up"

Evan admitted as they moved into the den and he knelt to prime the fire, then lit the tinder placed under the smaller sections of wood.

"If you'd supply me with the list of chemicals I'll arrange to have them delivered, I'm sure the guests will appreciate the true visage of the castle more than they would the cold, sanitary appearance of gloss white walls."

The fire quickly came to life and as Alex handed him his drink he thanked her, then offered her the choice of seats, that being a large overstuffed chair that could easily seat two people side by side, or the pillow filled couch across from it that had often had his entire family laying on it's length during the colder nights.



"Sofa or chair?"


Evan spoke gently and added more wood, then turned to admire Alex as she made her choice and drew her trim legs under her after sitting down.


"I would imagine it takes a certain expertise to recognize the value of an older home like this, and that it might be unwise to let just anyone into it to clean it, for several reasons, so I'm wondering if you have in your past hired qualified people and might know if they're available at present?"

Again he turned from the fire, it's flames grown to the point where it's heat could be felt in the room, and it's light cast eeryshadows over them and into the corners of the room.

Taking his own seat he leaned back into the stuffed backing and closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath into his lungs and smeelingthe pleasant mix of old leather, fresh wood burning and the cloying fragrance of Alex's perfume.

"I'd forgotten how relaxing this room always was, it's as if it has a calm all of it's own, and just how much I enjoyed sleeping in it as a teen."

Allowing himself a smile he opened his eyes slowly too see Alex studying him and he smiled a second time as thier eyes met and he saw the polite curiousity in hers.

"You can ask, Alex, it will be the only way you hear the truth."

"Excuse me?"

Came the polite return and Evan admired the lean, graceful neck of Alex as she swallowed.

"Your questions, I saw them in your eyes as we ate dinner and thought you were holding them back til a better time."

His voice was low, almost calming and yet his groin was stirring with each graceful motion Alex made, as she reached for her brandy on the table between them, how she carressed the crystal and parted her lips,and even how her eyes closed as she took a long, almost teasing swallow.

"Did you know that for a short time this castle served the dual purpose of housing my ancestors and acting as a center for religous services? It used to fascinate me when I read about the times and how this castle was once a bustling hub for the rich and poor alike and how this very room was used to give first ceremony to the newborn as well as last rites to those that times had come."

Pulling his eyes off of Alex's face he drew from his own glass to discover it empty, then rose to fill first hers again, then his own.

"It's the main reason I returned Alex, as a young boy I was fascinated with the carefully scripted books kept in the library, and was often gently chastised when caught in this room reading them. And yet I knew there were many times he found me sleeping with the latest chapter in my hand and covered me with that old throw beside you and let me sleep."

He moved again, suddenly restless, and fed a large cord of wood to the fire only to stare at it as the fingers of flame quickly wrapped themselves around it like a lover.

"It's part of what you wanted to know, isn't it? Why return to where such a horrific event happened? I would be curious too, if only I didn't know how great a history lived inside these walls, and how addictive it can be to study that past and relive it in the words people dead over two hundred years have written."

stacey

As I walked downstairs I heard the voices coming from the lounge area, possibly further through in the den. Yet at the same time I thought I had heard girls laughter from upstairs..........I must be imagining things.

Entering the room I find Alex and Evan chatting about restoration work, discussing who would be best for the job. Evan motioned for me to come sit beside him on the sofa with Alex opposite, I'm not sure if it was because he wanted me close or that he wanted to observe the reaction from Alex and I . Afterall we could hardly avoid each others glances this way. I do believe the 'master' of the house wanted some entertainment this evening.

Sitting down Evan reached forward and poured a brandy for me, I didn't really have the heart to tell him I wasn't keen on it , preferring wine or beer. He touched briefly on why he had returned ......to face his demons so to speak, confront any fears he still had head on. Put the past behind him and move on.......sharing the good parts with anyone who would like to know. The history behind his family and the property.

I waited eagerly for his reply to Alex's questions “If you don’t mind since you brought it up Mr. Miles, do you believe in the super-natural, life after death and spirits good and bad? And are you a religious person?”

I believed in them. Having had friends who were witches...wiccan, they followed the way of life and shared some of their experiences with me. I had had an experience with a spirit before when around twenty, my friends and I deciding to hold a seance in my new flat. There were four of us, the board had spelled out the name raemond..unusual spelling for the name but I had freaked out. My older brother who had died aged 7 days had this name .

I remember running out of lounge to my bedroom, changing for bed, dressing in silk kimono styled nightdress. I had felt a sharp pain in my calf muscle on my right leg but had thought nothing of it until my friend had come through and said I was bleeding. On examining the nightdress there were two distinct triangular tears similar to those made by a pair of scissors stabbing at something. I later foun out from the local library archives that there had been someone stabbed to death in the flat a few years before ......they had been wearing a red silk kimono. Since that night I have ben very wary when those little hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge....a warning there is a spiritual presence close by.

I was getting that feeling now as we sat there in the den. There was definitely some presence in the castle since Evan's return. I secretly hoped it was a friendly one but given the past history of the place I very much doubted it. We would have to wait and see.

"Stacey, are you okay? You went funny , like in a trance." I could hear Evan ask as his hand touched my bare arm. His fingers almost felt like they were burning the skin where they did so.

"Errrm , yes Evan I think so . Just got carried away watching the flames in the fire. It's so hypnotising watching them dance......"

“If you don’t mind since you brought it up Mr. Miles, do you believe in the super-natural, life after death and spirits good and bad? And are you a religious person?”

It was a valid question, and a very perceptive one on her part, Evan reflected quietly, and yet did he know her well enough to tell her the entire truth?

"Stacey, are you okay? You went funny , like in a trance."

Evan jarred Stacie back into reality, almost grateful for the reprieve from Alex's question, his eyes focusing on Stacie as she answered and then returning to Alex and her long legs as Stacie assured him she was fine.

"You're asking IF I believe in the God, and all that he represents to be good, as well as a Devil and all that he controls to be absolute evil, isn't that correct Alex?"

Evan rephrased the question, knowing what the three of them were about to discuss was an area most sane people either ignored, or fled from.

And as Alex nodded he knew the evening was going to be steered away from the romantic mood he hoped would be created with the fire and brandy, and into an area that was sure to douse the ladies arousal.

And his.

"I believe there is an ultimate good and evil, and that in between a constant battle rages between them to gain the upper hand. I also know that in certain, isolated occurences that battle has spilled out into human reality to find innocent victims."

The fire flared behind him and by the shadows cast and the ladies wide opened eyes he knew it was making quite a show.

"Damn flute was ALWAYS touchy"

Evan turned and adjusted the rod that controlled the air flow above, and as the fire clamed down he turned back to the seated women.

"Perhaps the pair of you would care to tell meyour beliefs over more brandy?"

“When you say ‘spilled out into human reality to find innocent victims’ are you referring to evil spirits that are released to come and say take my life, my soul? Like the boogeyman that we were all warned about as kinds that would hide in the closet of under the bed? I believe that those whom have had their lives taken in ways that were other than lets say natural as in heart attacks or its just their time, will be restless till their avenged. I feel they roam between worlds till they are satisfied with what they are seeking.”

Evan glanced towards the more than relaxed figure of Stacie and almost smiled, knowing the powerful barbituate was swiftly taking effect, and that she would be unconcious for hours once it took full control of her.

"You spoke several of the key words Alex"

He agreed and filled her glass to the rim again.

"Torn from the normal time stream the souls wander between worlds, unable to cross over and slowly losing thier individuality, able to focus on one thing and one thing only"

Sipping his own brandy Evan let his eyes roam up and down the woman reclining before him, and imagined her fully undressed and on her knees at his feet.

"That being revenge. A desire that is normally prevented by the barriers between the worlds, but on occasion those barriers have rifts in them."

Shaking the image of her full lips around his cock Evan met Alex's eyes and saw the curious disbelief in them, then suddenly smiled.

"You're wondering how the hell a 15 year old kid would know so much and survive what killed his entire family, you're also wondering IF I'm crazy and why you are listening to me at this very moment.

Well I can offer you proof of what I'm saying as well as an understanding of what happened so many years ago, all you need do is come with me to the Library where my families journals are stored and I'll let you read them.

But there is two conditions."

Leaning against the wall Evan eyed the woman who was growing more and more desirable by the second, and wondered what was influencing his growing desire. Was it the brandy? Or was it something more secretive, and sinister?

"I'm curious enough to want to see those journals Mr. Miles, but something tells me I should be wary of those conditions, would you mind sharing them with me?"

Pushing off the wall Evan placed his glass on a handy endtable and smiled, then answered.

"One: You stop calling me Mister Miles and use my first name."
"Two: You can only read the journals when you're fully, completely.......undressed"

Evan stood dumbfounded and knew his jaw was hanging wide open, just as he knew Alex's discarded panties still dangled from his hand after he had caught them.

He had expected outrage. Thought, perhaps, a terse and brittle set of words to be tossed at him.

And was SURE, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Alex would ask the single, most obvious question to his second requested condition.

Turning to Stacie he knew his face matched hers in disbelief over what had just happened, and he poured a long dollop of brandy into his glass to gulp it down before stammering an explanation.

"D...d...did you s...s...see what she j...j...just did? I...i...I thought I w...w...would shock her a b...b...bit, but never dreamed....."

"Never dreamed the Ice Queen would strip down to the BUFF, Evan? You are a fairly good looking man, after all."

Stacie offered and then grinned at his discomfort and thier mutual shock.

Gathering himself Evan nodded, then laughed softly, sitting down on the heavy end table before trying to explain himself.

"It was a remarkable sight, wasn't it? But I'm afraid I didn't QUITE state myself clearly. Not that I didn't appreciate the female form in all it's glory, mind you."

Taking another deep breath he calmed himself, then slowly shook his head from side to side and finished.

"I meant to say that she had to be fully undressed in order to use a bathing suit. You see, the journals ARE stored in the families private Library, but that Library is presently flooded as are almost all the rooms downstairs, I discovered that fact when I brought up the wine for dinner!"

stacey

"Never dreamed the Ice Queen would strip down to the BUFF, Evan? You are a fairly good looking man, after all."

The astonished look on his face belied a some what innocent look. As if he'd never had someone new take him up on a sexually loaded suggestion before. Was he all talk and no trousers as they say or was he just a bit surprised. the more I thought about that woman's body the more I felt some stirrings in mine. It had been a while since I had seen any encounter....male or female in the bedroom department! Perhaps things will change . Alex little show of bravado had changed my opinion of her slighlty until she threw the parting line at us.

"It seems I am a bit tired, and I'll take you up on the journals another time Evan. Tonight I'll just turn in and let you and Stacey have your privacy, as I'm well aware of you two been eyeing each other up since I walked in. I really don't wish to get in the way."

I burst out laughing though when he added that it was because of the library being flooded and she'd need a bathing suit........she'd stripped off for nothing . Haha! Damn that felt good to know that she'd been not so cool after all.

"Guess we'll have to get hold of some plumbers and pumps in the morning then. Meantime, I 'm feeling a bit woozy, guess I'm not used to decent vintage wine let alone brandy. Maybe I should head to bed too.......unless you want to get naked too. Afterall we can't let her have all the fun!"

I make to stand up and fall instead into his arms , I glance up and not sure if its his charm, his looks or the alcohol but I lean up and kiss him. a slow ,lingering kiss. Waiting to see how he reacts I look in his eyes.

"Evan.."