Awakenings, a dark fable

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Awakenings, a dark fable or not?

OOC
setting England 1924

There are two possible plots.
plot 1: the dark plot, Samantha drinks the bottle and she becomes a sex godess for Mr. Evilson and to his friends. In plot 1 Mr. Evilson is really evil and has sex with Samantha, spoiling her for life.


plot 2: the light plot: Samantha drinks of the bottle but..... before her eyes appears Eleanore, the long lost love of Mr. Evilson. Eleanore protects Samantha and she experiences an erotic adventure with Eleanore in her spiritual form. Mr. Evilson sees in his delirium what happens and at the end he dies and the two former lovers are reunited, and Samantha sees Mr. Evilson appear before her eyes when he was young and both of them disappear in the light.

IC
Mr. Edgar Allen Evilson sat in the back row of the church. He glanced at the young woman who sat in front in the front row.

Mr. Edgar Allen Evilson was a famous writer, who lived in Blackmoore. He also made drawings and sketches.

Blackmoore village was surrounded by woods and an astonishing nature scene.

Nature and supernatural elements were an important theme in the works of Mr. Evilson. The society considered him to be a scandal writer, because he wrote about adultery, vampires and fairies and elves. Themes that were considered politically incorrect in the early years of the 20th century. His works were popular with women. He had been wounded in battle during WW I and he used opium to deal with the pain of his wounds. This gave him a vivid imagination but with time the use of opium started to affect his mental and fysical condition. Slowly his addiction drove him to madness.

Mr. Evilson lived in a country house in the middle of the dark woods.

At the church Mr. Evilson observed the gentle heaving movement of the full and juicy bosoms of the young woman. Her name was Samantha Windermere. She was a heavenly creature. Her parents had sent her to Blackmoore to spent her holiday with her uncle and aunt.

After a talk with her uncle, Mr. Baker, Mr. Evilson had learned that her parents had sent her to Blackmoore because they thought she was immature. Her aunt had to learn her to become a lady. Her parents wanted her to act more like a lady than a child because they wanted to engage her with Mr. Spencer-Hault jr., a son of a rich aristocrat. Her fiancé was 35 years old and she was just 18. So it was important for her to learn to behave and not to be childish anymore. Mr. Baker also said that Samantha loved reading his books and fairytales.

As Mr. Evilson thought about this conservation he noticed Samantha turning her head and looking at him for a brief moment. For a moment her blue sparkling eyes had looked in his eyes. Her uncle had told him that his status of writer had made him her idol.

Mr. Evilson was not a man with high morals. He often went to London to buy opium and there he spent his time with harlots and drinking liquor. When looking at Samantha he felt lust.

Samantha was a young lady who's natural beauty had enchanted him, especially because she resembled his old love, Eleanor, whom he lost when he was a young man.

After the service Mr. Evilson noticed the vicar talking with Mr. and Mrs. Baker while Samantha started to walk between the tombstones. Slowly Mr. Evilson walked followed her.

“Miss Samantha Windermere, I think we haven’t met. Allow me to introduce myself.” Mr. Evilson whispered in her ear.

“Mr. Evilson, your reputation has run before you. I can’t speak with you. My aunt forbid to talk to you.” She said.

“Your aunt is right, you should not talk to me, but I could not resist it. Ever since I saw you, you have become my new muse. You inspire me with your beauty to write a new novel. No doubt it will be my best work ever. I must see you.” Mr. Evilson said.

“I can’t possible meet you, sir, my aunt will not let me go.” She replied.
“Try to escape from your aunt’s supervision and meet me this afternoon in the ruines of the House of Usher. That place holds the secret passage way to the kingdom of fairies and elves, reigned by king Oberon.” Mr. Evilson spoke.

“You mean, …..fairies and elves, werewolves and vampires, ….” Her voice stocked.
“You mean, they are real?” Samantha asked.

“Of course, but you must have the key and the knowledge to enter their world.
Around the house of Usher there is a large bewildered garden. There is an entrance to the cellar of the burned land house. You go through a long hallway, with walls covered with mushrooms and slimy traces of snails. Then there is a double door. You need the key to open it.” Mr. evilson said as he fetched a green bottle out of his pocket.
“.. and this, Samantha, is the key to unlock the door and enter the world of fairies and werewolves. Will you come?” he asked as he pointed at the bottle.

Mr. Evilson saw curiosity in her innocent eyes. He pressed the bottle in her hands.

“Samantha come here.” The voice of Mrs. Baker interrupted their conservation. As Samantha walked to her aunt and uncle Mr. Evilson said: “Remember to drink to bottle before the double door in the hall.”

“What did I told you, not to speak with Mr. Evilson.” Mrs. Baker told her niece.

Mr. Evilson watched them walk away and for a second Samantha turned her angel like face to him and watched him standing next to an old grey tombstone.

Mr. evilson turned away and walked to the woods. Out of his pocket he fetched a paper with a drawing of a young naked woman. The woman on the drawing looked just like Samantha.

“Eleanore, I thought I would see you never more. Is this a cruel joke of the Gods or have you arisen from the cold grave.” He said to himself.


OOC

Will Samantha be spoiled by the loins of this man, who’s delirious brain wants to deprave her of her innocence? Or do Angels exist in this dark fable and have they contemplated another fate for her…..
 
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(OOC: plot 1 sounds lovely :D )

Samantha was thrilled- the man she idolized had approached her!
The Mr. Evilson had actually spoken to her, invited her to meet him...

Invited her into his little world.
Could those things in his stories actually be real ?

She tingled at the thought.

Her aunt's irritated glares bounced right off of her as she clutched the bottle tightly, keeping it from the old woman's view on the way home...She must not lose it!

Several hours later...

Samantha was hurrying through the chilly, dark graveyard. The sun had just begun to set, but already the trees and statues cast long, eerie shadows over the tombstones and dry patches that crinkled beneath her feet as she tried to step carefully through the maze of marble and iron.

Finally, she came to her destination, the house looming above her in all its delapidated glory.

Taking a breath, she stumbled over to the cellar...

Again she steadied herself with a gasp, glancing around to make sure no one was around, and with hardly a second thought, gulped down the pale liquid.

Now what... she wondered, starting to worry that she had been tricked, that it had all been a lie, that she would be caught in such a disgraceful place...how would she explain this? How would she ever read his stories again...

Then the cellar creaked open, the sound louder than it should have been...the door swung blurrily before her eyes as she slid to the opening, struggling now to keep her balance...was it the drink or her worry?

Suddenly she was pulled inside, enveloped in a musty, thick darkness...clutched in the arms of someone much larger than she...
 
Mr. Evilson had waited behind the closed double door until he heard the echo of Samùantha’s foot steps in the cellar. He heard her drinking of the bottle he had given to her earlier that day. Then he swayed the doors open, grabbed the young lady and pressed her to his body.

Samantha was startled and a girlish squeal escaped her mouth.
“IEEEeeeee” she screamed.
“Hush, sweet lady of mine, not a sound.” Mr. Evilson said as he laid his finger on his liops.
“Ssssht, youn lady or your sounds and gestures may cause panic amongst our little friends who live in another world near this place.” Mr. Evilson whispered as he lowered his hand and touched her fine tight bum. He had pressed Samantha’s body close against his body and through the fabric of their clothes, he could feel her heart racing against his chest.

Mr. Evilson saw fear in het beautiful blue eyes and he knew he had to wait until the poison of opium had spread throughout her body. If he waited she would be more relaxed. Mr. Evilson kissed his finger and laid it on her inviting lips. Mr. Evilson turned around and lighted a torch.

“Come with me to the gate.” He said as he took her hand and guided her deeper in the dark cellar. The came to another staircase that went up. Samantha realised this was the staircase of the tower. With a firms step he guided her on the staircase but the opium started to have his effect on Samantha’s body and she started to swirl. Suddenly Samantha slipped and some rubbish fell in the dark depth beside the stairs. The rubbish landed in the cellar and awoke the sleeping bats. The bats flew up and Samantha screamed. Mr. Evilson knew the relaxing effect of the opium started to work. He lifted Samantha and carried her upstairs, up to the highest room in the mighty tower. Just before he walked in a rusted nail rend and ripped her skirt and petticoat. A red stash appeared on her virgin white skirt.

Mr. Evilson walked in to the room which was lighted with hundreds of candle lights. In the middle of the room there was a big bed, covered with a red satin sheet. The bed and the sheet belonged to Rebecca, the late daughter of the last owner of the House of Usher. He laid his young lady down on the bed. The light of the rising full moon shined through the window. Mr. Evilson admired her young face. Hen noticed she had an absent look in her eyes and she was slower in her movements. She looked at Mr. Evilson and asked him:
“Where are the fairies?”
 
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She winced at the sting of the whiskey on her cut, keeping her eyes on the crimson slash until his hand slid up her leg for a second before pulling off to tug down his own pants.

She stared wide-eyed, innocently at his shaft...she'd never seen that before...

Her cheeks flushed a slight pink, embarassed at the sight, but her judgment was addled by the opiate and so her propriety lost to her amazement.

"Really?" she asked, child-like.

Her eyes grew wider and she leaned forward a bit for a better look, her mind still swirling from the drug.

Suddenly her smile of wonder turned a little.

Not focusing on the fact that he had called her Eleanor, she had bigger concerns...

"But...how does it come out, Mr. Evilso- Oberon...?"
 
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