On the Butterfly's Wings

[PVodogaz]

Love, Sensuality & Devotion

That night the world changed forever.

I will remember that night for as long as I draw breath. I will remember the uncertainty, the fear and the horror that I and I believe all of humanity felt and saw in each other's voices and face. I could only sit down in front of my Television and had the radio turned on to witness the end of civilisation as we knew it.

The world had been on the brink of a new world war for almost 3 months previously. It had began as a border dispute and worsened quickly when terrorists exploded atomic weapons on Jerusalem's most holy sites for both the Jewish and Islamic religions. Both sides had blamed each other and even with the UN were ineffectial.

The situation further deteriorated when an invasion of Israeli land and air space was met with a nuclear attack on major Arabic cities. The bloodshed of many thousands were shed into the ground. And tonight, I watched the culmination of hate lead to a full ending of our civilisation.

I will always remember the TV news reporter as she looked ashen faced into the camera and reported in a broken voice full of fear.

"Numerous nuclear detonations have been reported...oh my God...around the world. Prepare yourselves....this is not a drill, or a joke....this is real as real can be......I'm going, gotta.....get away....from the city,"

I remember holding a drink that fell from my hands as I switched channels that showed maps of where the bombs had detonated. I lived in a small town away from the city, which was 200 miles distant. I was glued to the TV, I picked up my mobile phone calling my family who lived in the city. The phone dial was dead. Pictures on the TV showed mushroom clouds being filmed crawling into the high atmosphere. I knew then and there that this was no joke, I was witnessing the end, the end of this era.

And then one by one, as more bombs hit my country, the TV stations went off the air suddenly and quickly, one by one. The fear was growing.....was so tight in his throat. He screamed as the radio bands one by one went dead. This was the fall of the civilisation he knew. And now he was alone. The final world war was happening then and there.

He decided then and there to pack his truck and head off to ,his secondary farm farther into the country, away from the mess which would result with the downfall of civilisation. He packed his clothes in 3 bags, taking them to the back of the truck, opening it and placing them in. He packed cartons of dry food and canned food. He took 3 large cans of water placing it all in the truck as well as batteries, torches, tools, spare tyres and personal effects.

Who knows if I'll be back, who knows.......

He started the truck and switched on the static filled battery powered radio. Nothingness.

And he began on his journey, taking out a metal truncheon placing it on the passenger seat for protection of whatever or whoever may happen.

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Looking for a female to join as a joint thread of finding love at the end of civilisation. Post here or PM me if interested.

 

[Chalintra]

If you´re interested, just pick me up. If not, simply pass by and I´ll never know.

Nighttime. The whole countryside was mine to cross.
Hadn´t it been the right choice, way back in my office, only a few days ago when I made the decision that this time my holidays should be something special? I´ve been around a lot, have seen the most beatiful citys of good old europe, but for now I wanted to be on my own. I was fed up with all the crowds around, wherever you go a hundret voices chatting, whereever you look there are people swirling around like maddened ants.
Jes, it had been the right choice. This strange magazine that had this splendid article about tracking holidays had given the final impulse and so the choice was made. It will be me and only me, no human being for miles and miles in every direction. Only the sound of nature and the twinkling stars above. I love the darknes of the night, evenso my backpack is too heavy and I´m unused to long walks since a few jears I can only say yes. It´s been the right choice.

So it´s a lonely figure walking along the dirty roadway across the landscape. If it wouldn´t be for her preference for short pants, noone driving one of those few cars passing by would have thought her to be the cute girl she actually was, as her oversized backpack was the only thing you can see except from those long and slender legs.

She has all the time she wanted, two weeks to make a distance she should be able to cover in one, so she shared no thought with those poor fellows way back in the office. It was her and the stars above, the chirping insects and the howling coyotes far away, nothing to worry about, no need to think about what mess of work tomorrow may brings. So she´s just being happy.

Lights again and the low humm of a large engine. The girl notices the truck long before it reaches her. Another traveller on this lonely road tonight. Where does he come from, where will he be tomorrow? Who knows, may be even the traveller himself doesn´t. God knows why, but as the truck gets closer she turns around and waves a hand, just to say a friendly hello and goodby the same time.

As the backpack with those splendid legs gets visible in the bright shine of the trucks headlamp you can see the figure turn to face you. It´s a girl, a friendly smiling face in this saddest of nights, waving her hand as if she wants to say goodbye to a travelling friend she´ll meet again a few days later. May be she doesn´t know that there will be noone left to meet if this gruesome night is over...

 

[PVodogaz]

OOC

Welcome and ty Chalintra. I will post again just after work.

Petar

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

He kept two hands on the steering wheel as he made his way out of the small town. As he passed people he knew, he could see the scared, paniced looks that they all had. Many people had heard the news let alone watched it. And now people had began to move into action.

As Joseph drove out of town, his truck was not alone, there was a steady stream of traffic flowing out of the city, further out into the country. Joseph could deduce from that, that people knew the cities would be a no go area now, if not targeted by a nuclear device, by now law and order and human decency had desended into evility.

As he drove, the battery operated radio went from dense static to fragments of delerious voices from all over the country and some overseas.

New Delhi reported hit, so has Colombo, Singapore, Hanoi, Jakarta....my god the loss of life, the death.....

This is an......from the.......it states....."We will not....do not forget...."...

The radio faded again into useless static. Joseph kept his eyes on the road in the darkness, who knows what awaited. He turned into a shortcut dirt road and left the traffic. Going slowly but surely, Joseph saw the figure with the oversized back-pack from far out. He saw the figure stop and turn into the headlights.....the light showing the figure to be a woman, and a young beautiful woman at that.

Does she know, the world ended tonight? He slows the truck down and stops just 5 feet short of her just to be safe. She is waving, as if to say hello and goodbye in the same vain. Unwinding the window he sticks his head out and looks at the young lady and calls out.

"Hello there! Do you know what has happened? A nuclear war is underway as we speak. What are you doing in the middle of nowhere?"

Joseph stops and looks at the lady awaiting her responce.

 

[Chalintra]

The girl looked curious and puzzled.

"A nuclear war? You´re kidding. May be arabs and israelis blasting themselves to scrap, but they´ve done it since ever, so who cares?"

Eleanore was a bit astonished. She hadn´t thought this truck would stop, as nearly none of all those who´d passed her by during the last few days had. Handsome guy this is, but there is something strange about the look in his eyes. Does he really believe in what he sayed or is this just the most strange pick-up line I´ve heared so far? No. There´s some deep trouble this man is in.

"Look, we´re not living in the eightys any more, there won´t be a global war with nukes any more. This isn´t true - is it?"

Even the slight shade of a doubt that´s showing on her face can´t really disturb her stunning good looks. For sure she´s a city-girl, one of those carreer-junkies that live from bureau to fitness-club from day to day, spending more money to keep a high-society magazine cover shape and face. In a small town you might find one ore two of those, but finding one in the middle of nowhere was almost impossible.

Eleanore couldn´t name the panic that crept up her spine. She had thought about lot´s of different dangers she´d might encounter out here, she´d even bought a small calibre revolver to defend herself (not that she knows in which of the many pouches she´d stuffed it in), but the vague fear that something had hapened she can´t defend herself against started a wildfire.

She staggered a few steps backward, just as if your words had been punches, gasping for words like a stranded fish for water.

"No."......

 

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Joseph Von Traentenborgh

Joseph could not blame the lady for the way she responded to his news of the war. He knew one thing surely, and that was that he would have been dumbfounded as she was if the roles were reversed.

"A nuclear war? You´re kidding. May be arabs and israelis blasting themselves to scrap, but they´ve done it since ever, so who cares?"

He let her think about what he had told her, Joseph could see this was having an effect on this lady. Somehow he knew he should of had something comforting to tell her, but he just couldn't, he was as lost as she was feeling.

"It's true, Lady. Do you really think I would come out all this way to tell you this? I'm sorry....." Joseph managed to say before his voice broke, and his body slumped on his front seat.

Joseph studied the lady to see if she posed a danger, and to mull over an offer he wanted to give her. The lady unnamed as yet, was stunningly gorgeous with a firm slim body and the most long curvacious legs. She sure looked great and Joseph knew in the times to come, she could end up in big trouble. He decided then and there to offer her a place to stay at the far he was heading to away from towns, in the country.....safety he hoped.

He watched her stagger backwards a few steps as his news finally hit her. He heard her choke back the same word over and over again....."No....."

Clearing his throat he said aloud, in a soft calming voice to reassure her. "I am heading to my family's farm some distance away. Look I don't think it's safe for you by yourself now that law and order is gone. I have guns and protection on the farm. If you want and I think it would be for the best, lady, is come with me. I won't hurt you or take advantage of you. But the farm will be tough work, we're on our own."

Raising his hands and opening the passenger seat door, he continued looking at the woman through the lights of the high beam headlights; "It's up to you, if you dont take my offer at least take my hunting knife for some sort of protection. Again lady, I won't harm you."

He removed the pole he had in the front seat to the backseat and awaited her decision.

 

[Chalintra]

Her head was buzzing with thoughts, hunting each others like a dog hunt´s his tail. Fine - no more office work to do, but for the cost of all her friends and colleagues lifes. Anger and hatred washes away this thought, damned they shall be, those uniformed idiots who´s fault this all was. So what´s coming up now? May be a new carreer as a brutish gangleaders bunny?
Back in town - if there was any - her fantasy depicted a future where getting raped and abused was the only choice to survive if she wasn´t able to exterminate the human rubbish that will rule the streets. No, she wouldn´t be able to exterminate them.

Silent she stood without moving, her head slightly tilted as if she´d be listening to a distant bird´s song. There was a choice left. This man who´s words had just shattered her life offers a new one.

"A farm, far away? And you really want to take me with you? I´m of no good use you know, can´t coock, can´t handle cattle, never grown more plants than those I´ve been given as a present and I fear that roses won´t make a good dinner."

She smiles a little smile, so fragile and delicate she is. Surely she has the assets to survive the upcoming hell on earth, but only as a victim. But she seems to have the brain to know this damn right well by herself. A few determined steps and she takes off her backpack, throwing it on to the truck and climbs on to the passengers seat. Her sweet fragrance engulfs you, just some slight traces of perfume mingled with her own alluring female pheromones.

"I´ll come with you. If you decide that you´ve made a wrong decision to pick me up - just tell me and I´m gone. Life will be tough but I´m going to live it - together with you for some time if you want."

She´s got the stubborn look of a little child that had decided to do just this, whatever the costs may be....

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

Joseph watched her as she thought it over, his fingers drumming the outside of his door. He knew this was a big step for her, he had offloaded a large amount of information that the lady was just starting to comprehend the news that the world was ending, never to be the same as it was.

He knew, that the lady was sizing up all her options and Joseph knew and he hoped she realised that her only real chance was to take up his offer. Yes, he found her beautiful and breath-taking, but Joseph also had principles instilled in him at an early age, and one of the principles was, to treat a lady correctly and not mistreat or take advantage of her.

One ear was tuned into the turned down radio, only static and what seemed to be military gibberish was being heard. It seemed that his country's leaders were just now confronting the attack on the cities with their own retribution. It had become a cause and effect. A world war to finally end all wars for the time being.

"A farm, far away? And you really want to take me with you? I´m of no good use you know, can´t coock, can´t handle cattle, never grown more plants than those I´ve been given as a present and I fear that roses won´t make a good dinner."

Joseph warmly smiles at her reply and watched her as she took the steps to his truck and placed her backpack in the backseat. Joseph watched as she climbed into the passenger seat and he got into his seat, and turned the engines to drive, starting them up the road again.

"I´ll come with you. If you decide that you´ve made a wrong decision to pick me up - just tell me and I´m gone. Life will be tough but I´m going to live it - together with you for some time if you want."

A few seconds followed her words and Joseph replied his eyes aware of her but still on the road, his senses heightened beyond normal - for it was a new world, a much more dangerous world now. "Look, lady, call me Joseph, and I know my way around a far pretty well. We'll manage....."

At that moment through the static briefly a clear deep voice came through and this voice Joseph recognised as Cardinal Lotharic of the Diocese Church. "The time of judgement is upon us. This is the time that God judges us, each and everyone of us for our sins and our petty excuse for an existance. It is to late to pray or cling to the churches....nothing can save you...."

Just as the clear voice came in, the voice faded and was replaced by the static again. Joseph cleared his throat and whispered; "Just the beginning of a new mess my friend....We have a long drive ahead of us. Try to get some sleep, there's a matress in the back....We should be at the farm around dawn." Joseph checked the time, it was 1.45am in the morning.

 

[Chalintra]

"Eleanore, just call me Eleanore." Her voice came calm and friendly. A lot of words waiting to be said, but her mind was still fighting against those demons chasing each others around, so they were lost as they had lost their meanings. Sleep? She doubted that she could find rest now, but she climbed to the backsead, coiling up like a puppy and closed her eyes. Sometimes in the past she had fantasized about changing her life completely, but she never did. Now someone has decided for her, to change her life in a way she´d never choosen herself. Countrylife? May be a little trip on holidays, but no, for sure not her way of life. A man, living together with those selfish creatures again for more than a few days? No, she´d choosen to stay on herself a long time ago, but now she was smitten to one by fate. Fate could have been much less friendly with her on this account. He´s quite.....cute....
It hadn´t been long and there was the slow and soft sound of her breath indicating that she´d fallen asleep. Now and then little yelps and whinces showed she´s having bad dreams, but who could wonder about this today. Far far away there were gleaming traces making their way across the nightsky, just like little meteors that had choosen to escape from this doomed planet. May be the last glimpse of what was once humanitys pride. High-tech items will vanish first and who knows what will follow. How many men will survive this, and how many will survive the unnatural winter to come? Well, for some the chances aren´t too bad, are they?

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

"Eleanore, just call me Eleanore."

As Joseph continued driving on the deserted backroad, not many people knew of, he turned momentarily to Eleanore as she settled down on the backseat.

"Okay, its Eleanore then," Joseph turned back and continued to drive, ever ready for anything. "Sleep Eleanore, I will wake you up when we get to the farm."

With one hand, he turned down the static filled radio so it didnt disturb Eleanore. Joseph thought of his past and now his new future....what would it hold?

He too looked out of the windscreen glazed window and watched lights move up into the atmosphere escaping the churning clouds that were forming, full of fury. The time of changes was upon all of those left on Earth.

 

[Chalintra]

The sweet nothingness Morpheus had brought to Eleanore had been disturbed now and then, nightmares oppressing her and the backseat of a truck wouldn´t have been her first choice as a place for a nap.
Nonetheless it had been a refreshing night for the girl, at least far more refreshing than for the driver. It might have taken a few hours, but finally the truck must have reached its destination. Eleanore woke up, finding the sun drawing crazy patterns of warm and bright light upon her. Joseph must have left the car as she was alone.
So she climbed out of the truck to take a look around and she jawns and stretches, just like dogs do to shake off the stiffness of sleep. Without wearing her vest the thin t-shirt she wears had the impossible task to hide her heavenly features and as she shakes her head, long and shiny hair cascades down. She had loosened the knot that had tamed this chessnut- coloured veil as she used to wear a hat for sun-protection. Some rumbling noise told her the whereabouts of Joseph. He´s surely buisy unloading his supplies. Hey Eleanore, you are not at home any more, so lend a hand.

"Joseph!?"

Somehow, she felt safe and warm with this man around, much more comfortable than any time since she left the safe haven of her parents home.

"Hey Joseph, where are you? Let me lend a hand!"

Eleanore takes a long look around. What does her new home look like? Strange, she hadn´t even seen it but she already calls it home.

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

Finally with the first rays of dawn did they arrive at the farm. Joseph was tense and ready for anything. The road up to his farm was silent and desolate, no cars, no trucks no tractors had passed him. It almost seemed that he and the sleeping Eleanore were the only people left on this Earth. But that kind of thinking was wrong and Joseph new better.

War did strange things to people, strange yet also dangerous. So with this mindset, he almost silently put the truck in neutral outside the closed pad locked gates that opened up to the long half a mile driveway that rested about the crest of the next hill. He breathed a sigh of relief in knowing that the lock had not been tampered with. His neighbour the next farmer further up the road looked after the farm for a price when Joseph was away from it.

For the farm had been in the family for over 5 generations and now it passed on to Joseph from his now deceased late father. He unlocked the padlock and opened the gates. Quickly and efficiently he saw that Eleanore was asleep and drove the truckwithin the gates again stepping out to close the metal paling fenced gates and locking it with the padlock.

Joseph drove slowly up the driveway and crested the hill, he came within the view of the double story house that was away from the road, closed in and saw no lights on or no activity in the house. Out in the fields the cows munched on the grass, and the horses still lay sleeping.

He parked the car near the darkened house under the shading of an wattle tree he had planted as a child long ago now it seemed. Looking back at the frame of the sleeping lady, Joseph decided he would not wake her just yet and let her finally get some much needed sleep, as he would need soon.

Rays of sunlight crested the horizon in its eternal show of crimson reds and oranges. He opened the door and looked out at the darkened horizon that was becoming alight - dark blackness that was to cover the earth soon was amassing - the scars of a evil war using deathly weapons. He sighed resigned to that fact.

He took the long metal piping as a weapon and with his other hand held the front entrance keys to the door of the house. He would check the house for strangers or squatters. In this time of uncertainty, it was better to check or be sorry.

He opened the door which creaked slightly, the house was still semi dark but as Joseph slowly walked in to a daft smell of a place that had not been lived in for sometime, he felt that no-body was here. He moved into the living room switching on the lights, and walked over to the weaponry cabinet that was still locked, he opened it with another key and took out a rifle that was fully loaded.

Joseph checked every room, top to bottom, and found everything in order. Thankgods, for that, he said to himself aloud. His mind worked over every possibilities and he decided he would unpack the supplies and begin a survivalist inventory. The best thing about the farm was they could be self reliant for a long time to come, if the need be. His father had learned him the skills of survival and he now hoped to survive off them, for he now also had Eleanore to take care of.

He walked into the storage room in the basement and looked over the still in date canned food and smoked fish and meat. He shuffled things in place and wrote down what they had. Joseph began to sweat as he lifted and moved heavy boxes of supplies in the storage basement, taking his shirt off his well toned chest glinted in beads of sweat as he worked. The gold cross around his neck and chest glinted in the austere light.

"Joseph!?"

He perked at the Eleanore's voice, knowing finally she was awake and trying to find him.

"I'm down here in the basement which is located in the kitchen and then down the steps. And goodmorning Eleanore."

He worked onwards hoping she'd find him with no problem, and hoping she had no problem with his half nakedness.

 

[Chalintra]

Eleanore marvelled at the plain beauty of this site. The house, the livestock, the countryside, it would all fit too well in a travellers magazine selling a peaceful time to troubled people. But time isn´t peaceful anymore, not even out here the silence will keep on forever. But there is no need to worry now, just deal with problems when they´re immanent, otherwise you´ll never have any rest.
She heared Josephs voice coming from the house. Surely a practical kind of man, even telling the way to find him.
Eleanore entered the house, forgetting about the urge to find Joseph. It was all too alluring to take a closer look to others peoples lifes. There hadn´t lived anyone around in here since a long time, but it´s obviously taken care for occasionally, may be by a neighbour and friend. Pictures telling the storys of the former inhabitants, even Joseph, as a kid, playing outside this house, just where she woke up a few moments ago. Times long ago reached out there invisible fingers to touch today. He´s been handsome even as a boy - but wait, rummaging through other peoples past without their permission isn´t very friendly and she felt unusual reluctant to do so this time. This man who had offered to share his priceles valuables with her without even knowing anything about her - no, she doesn´t want to hurt him.
She followed his instructions, finding him at work.
She could see his muscles working underneath his skin, muscles build up with work instead of training, true and reliable muscles, befitting a man like him, true and reliable.
She has always been good at estimating the abilitys of other people. She had earned her money with this, useless and meaningless now. How often had she spelled the doom of such a man, for men like him aren´t cruel enough for buisenesslife and now she owed this one so much. Eleanore felt guilt, for the first time she feels it, knowing that her past had been as wrong as the horrible war that leads to her future is wrong. Who knows, may be it´s like mathemathics, two times minus makes a plus.

"Let me help, you´ve been driving all night while I was asleep, now it´s my turn - just tell me what to do and I´ll take care of it."

She was standing close to him, trying to see what he´s doing. Eleanore felt a tickle running up and down her spine and was as excited as she hadn´t been since the first butterflies in her stomach, way back at school in a little town far away as she stole her first kiss from a boy every girl had been after then. One of those magic moments then? Oh no, fate can´t be that cruel to slaughter millions of people only for letting this happen to her again, this long lost feeling.

She touches his shoulder, a touch more guessed than felt -

"Leave it to me and get some rest please."

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

Joseph heard her soft footsteps walk above him where the kitchen was as he continued to store the supplies. He felt weary, the drive the emotional strain and now new worries for the survival of Eleanore and himself in this new world all impinged on his mind and body.

Slowly Eleanore came down the steps and now beads of sweat ran down his cheeks and chest. He stopped and took a small towel looking at her and smiling. They looked at each other momentarily.

"Let me help, you´ve been driving all night while I was asleep, now it´s my turn - just tell me what to do and I´ll take care of it." Eleanore had said.

"Alright Eleanore. Finish taking all the supplies from the truck, shouldn't be too much. Then lock the truck and the front door. Stock the basement here and the kitchen. Clean the food that is off in the fridge. I....need to sleep or at least lie down. I will lie down in the lounge room on the sofa bed. Wake me up if anything happens but I doubt that anything should happen at this time. Thankyou sweetie for taking over."

Joseph felt heat rise through his body as he looked at the beautiful frame of his woman in front of him. He needed to leave before his attraction showed too much.

She touched his shoulder and said softly; "Leave it to me and get some rest please."

He breathed in deeply and knew he needed at least a few hours of sleep. Joseph also knew he needed to sit down or better yet lie down and relax. He nodded accepting and grateful for her offer.

He nodded taking the rifle from the bench and said as he walked up the steps, "Wake me up by midday if I am not up Eleanore."

Joseph looked once more quickly at Eleanore and then moved through the kitchen and into the living room. He checked the window and found everything in order. Moving back to the louge he pulled apart the sofa bed and lay down placing the rifle within arms reach.

He sighed and closed his eyes.....

 

[Chalintra]

Something deep inside told Eleanore that she´d done everything he´d asked for at this moment, but somehow she was glad it hadn´t exceeded this simple dutys. But she felt compelled to say `thank you´ in a special way. She raised on her toes and gently kisses his forehead.

"Sleep well, I´ll take care."

Just as if she´s scared of her own courage she turns and leaves, running up the stairs as if she´d stolen a fortune. Well, hadn´t she just done this, stolen a gift from Fortuna, the ancient goddes of luck? May be, but it makes her smile like she hadn´t smiled since a long time. She felt throughoutly happy, and for sure every living being around can sense it.

Eleanore wasn´t used to hard labour, but she took on her duty with such a bristling energy that all she was told to do was done in less than a hour. But she was far from stopping. She avoided being around in the lounge too often, as she doesn´t want to wake up this true Adonis. Every other room had to feel her wrath, getting cleaned, recieving the breath of life again.

Something was tickling Josephs nose. Something special, the smell of a good warm meal!

"If you want to survive, you´ve got to eat! Juhu! Wake up - something´s waiting for you!"

Her voice coming from the kitchen, just like this luring fragrances do, making every hungry stomach grumble like a angry lion.

Then there she stands. In the middle of the doorway, the sun outlinig her figure, waving with a spoon in hand, smiling a smile that would rival every angels. Well, a playful childish angel, as she hadn´t thought about changing her clothes she´d worked in all morning up to now. Her hair was tamed as a ponytail, her bright white shirt stained with the traces of her work, the glistening shimmer of sweat adorning her long legs - it all makes her look as if she´d just climbed out of the pages of playboys centerfold. Just for a magic moment she makes every thought about the war vanish in to nothingness, hopefully this moment will last for some time...

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

The wonderful smelling fragrance of a cooked meal smell tantalised his nostrils waking him up. For a moment Joseph had to remember where and why he was here and when he did he sighed in relief.

Eleanore's voice came floating graciously from the kitchen where the beautiful smell was coming from. "If you want to survive, you´ve got to eat! Juhu! Wake up - something´s waiting for you!" He smiled as he sat up stretching. His eyes quickly looked outside the curtains and he saw by the look of the day, it was mid afternoon. Joseph did feel somewhat refreshed, still a bit tired but he felt better.

The farm house now had a homely feeling, with Eleanore here with him. Joseph was getting closer to Eleanore and was warming to this Goddess that he had picked up well on the way here. He stood up his bones in his back cracking as he walked dreamily into the kitchen.

If her voice was alluring, Eleanore's appearance matched that sexy voice. He returned her smile with a warm smile of his own. Her appearance showed that she had been working, her shirt was stained in the dust of a disused place. The kitchen and dining area was spotless and Joseph wondered if Eleanore had cleaned the rest of the house as she had these two rooms.

They stared at each other, almost timeless, when Joseph broke the spell they were both under; "Well tell me Eleanore, what smells so nice?"

He walked closer and carressed her left cheek with a few fingers whispering, "Thank-you Eleanore."

 

[Chalintra]

Oh yes, the world had changed.
Hadn´t she been cold as ice just weeks ago when a handsome young man had dared to touch her like this?
Now this touch cast a red hue on to her cheeks, she felt the rising heat and got ashamed like a teenager. She knew too well that her body has decided that he was the one and only and she knew that her mind could do nothing but to agree.

"I´ve done my best to make use of the fresh supplys - don´t know if you like it, as I only know how to cook like my grandma taught me, classic german `Hausmannskost´. Just give it a try and tell me if you´d like to have more like this."

She had really outdone herself. Potatoes, some vegetables she calls `Wirsing´ made with cream and a roast who´s alluring smell had called you from sleep with a deep and rich brown sauce. The dishes on the table are arranged in a very neat and tidy way, yes, she can´t deny to have german blood.

Looking at her work and the hungry young man in front of her, she can´t help but hear her granny say `Liebe geht durch den Magen mein Kind´ and as she felt the ages old truth behind those wise words she blushed even more.

So it´s up to you Joseph, stay standing in front of her, only to drown in her deep blue eyes - or get something to eat and drown in those eyes later...

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

Joseph watched the blush run from one side of her cheeks to the other leaving a rosy red tincture left behind. He dropped his fingers from her cheeks and breathed in the wonderful food that brought back memories of days gone by.

He kept in control of his body threatening to lose control around Eleanore. He did want her, he wanted her so bad - but he was raised to be a proper mannered man around women and his morals were stronger than his need of wanting to ravish this gorgeous young woman in front of him.

"I´ve done my best to make use of the fresh supplys - don´t know if you like it, as I only know how to cook like my grandma taught me, classic german `Hausmannskost´. Just give it a try and tell me if you´d like to have more like this." Eleanore had explained.

"I'll give it a try but gosh it smells great already Eleanore and I know it'll feel good as well," Joseph answered with a wink. "Let's eat together."

Eleanore had indeed made a king's feast from the supplies around the house and what he had brought along. They sat down at the table and began to eat.

Joseph tasted the food, and mmmhmmm his approval. He smiled at Eleanore and stared into those lovely deep and rich blue eyes. "Thankyou for a lovely meal Eleanore."

 

[Chalintra]

Eleanore was lost in nondescript dreams. Sure, she was sitting at the table, eating, but her eyes mused on that man who obviously liked what she ´d cooked. Yes, she had done a good job on this, but she doesn´t take care about it and yes, nobody can tell how often a meal like this can be served in this house, on this table, to this man again.
Then , their eyes met. The world around looses it´s meaning, cold and hot waves chasing each other making her blush again, it all went in to slow-motion.
She picks up a little piece of roast with her fingers, holding it like a precious jewel and as if she´s completely absent minded she takes it up to her lips but she doesn´t take this tiny little bite. Instead she reaches out, not minding about that some onlookers might think she´s silly, lending over the table until she touches his lips with this gift. May be it´s surprise, may be it´s his will that makes Joseph open his mouth, nonetheles she feeds him, her fingers lingering on his lips, making this moment last for a sheer eternity.

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

As Joseph ate the first bite of the roast he was lost in nondescript sensations that both sated and tantalised him. For a long time he had not eaten this level of quality in a home cooked meal. His dinners consisted mainly of hastily made salads and take-aways or simple toast and cereal.

But now Joseph tasted Eleanore's cooking and was simply hooked on its most pleasurable taste. Through her food he learnt more about the lady next to him. Their eyes met and he saw embers ignite within her deep pools of radiant orbs. It was when Eleanore brought a piece of hot roast to her lips and looked at Joseph that he put down his fork and knife and watched her. He was lost in her suavity.

All Joseph knew was the war, the atomic weapons and the death and killing all faded into indifference when he looked into her eyes that showed a deeply caring passionate and devotional side. This struck a chord within the depths of Joseph's soul for he lived for passion, sensuality, devotion in a world that had gone mad.

He watched Eleanore reach over the table offering the piece of lukewarm roast to his lips and with their eyes locked together he took her offering licking her fingers holding the roast and swallowing the piece. The moment seemed to stretch into infinity and he didnt care if it would permanantly.

His hands reached and took her hand in his and Joseph smiled licking his lips and brought Eleanore's fingers to his lips which he kissed softly and sensuously. Let this moment roll into eternity. Joseph almost willed it.

 

[Chalintra]

Somewhere inside she waited for this special `snap´ that happens sometimes to get her back on to her feet again, chasing those daydreams away. But this time there wasn´t any `snap´. May be because this time it simply wasn´t a daydream.

Eleanore could almost feel the flow of this deep emotional bond that was tying her to this man, every second one more iron cord was wrought around her heart and the soft touch of her fingertips lingering at his lips transfers it to him. Loose strands by now, but she was sure they would be secured at his very own heart too.

Then she felt those cords were towing her towards him, closer and closer.

Eleanore moved, slow, whithout ever loosing the contact in between her fingers and Josephs lips. She rises from her chair and with the grace of a predatory cat she climbs on top of the table. Completely forgetting about the meal she comes crawling across, getting closer and closer. Soon her mesmerizing eyes are filling Josephs every inch of his world, close enough to drown in. Then, whithout knowing how or why, she replaces her fingers with her own lips, sweet and delcious, and kisses him.

There are six famous and renown kisses throughout fiction and history, but this one surpasses them all...

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

If Joseph was daydreaming he did not want to wake up from this oh so pleasant daydream. But deep down sub-conciously he knew this was all real, the good and the bad of this new world. His eyes latched on to this wonderful woman and he could feel the bond that he shared with Eleanore become stronger and so much more real and sensual.

Joseph felt at first that he had to protect this precious woman but the more he spent with Eleanore the more he had become closer with her. Even the simple act of her sleeping in the backseat after he had picked her up brought Eleanore closer to him. For Joseph, it had become not only a sense of protecting this angel infront of him but now it also included feelings of a intrinsic emotional and mental bond.

And luckily he was sitting down, for his body reacted as waves of passion and desire flooded like a heat wave down his body. Joseph's face flushed with heat as his eyes stared at Eleanore's body as she crawled towards him. His eyes darted along her body and he only wished if this was a dream to not wake him up.

His heart leapt in an emotional responce something akin to deeper feelings. He wanted and needed her, Joseph knew that fact to himself and hoped she felt the same way. As Eleanore crawled closer their lips met in a deep passionate kiss. His lips brushed across hers and he hoped his kiss sent her a message that would show her how much he felt for her.

In that one moment when their lips met and they fell into a comfortable kiss long and deep, Joseph and Eleanore were lost within their own world where they were the only two people left.

His hands took Eleanore's hips and brought her down onto his lap and Joseph wrapped his arms snuggling her in his protective caring embrace.

 

[Chalintra]

There is no need to ask myself why I did this. It´s been the only possible choice to do what´s the right thing to do at just this place and moment. So now I´m closer to this man than I´ve ever been to a man before. I don´t really know anything about hm, but on the other hand I know everything I need to know. He´s the right one, the one and only.

"My prince in shining armour, who came riding on his white arab charger..."

Her fingers mused on the buttons of your shirt as if it was the shimmering breastplate a girls dreamed prince has to wear and she smiled as she mentioned a delicate warhorse and had the image of your trusted truck in mind.

"Please hold me forever, how long forever might be please hold me."

So soft and sweet she snugs against you, fragile like a doll made of china, light as a feather, a dream you have to hold on tight not to loose it - but you can´t, as you´d break it if you do. But there is no need for fear, as she holds herself with all the sweet might she has, caressing you, keeping on kissing you, making the world fade untill it´s only you and her.

 

[PVodogaz]

Joseph Von Traentenborgh

The feel of her body against him compelled Joseph to sigh, it was a sigh not of unhappiness but a sigh of one who has found something or someone to live for. His hands held her to him as they looked into each other's eyes. They were lost in their own thoughts but also within the others eyes as if searching the soul of the other.

To Joseph, Eleanore felt like the right woman for him, in this embrace he had given her a piece of himself in the times of uncertainty to come, he would protect and care and provide for her, with his two hands, his strength and his mind, he would make sure that Eleanore was happy in every possible way.

"Please hold me forever, how long forever might be please hold me."

He heard her words and felt her fingers on his buttons of his shirt playing along them. They kissed their passionate carressing kisses and he held her to him and stood up and slowly carried her into the living room and on the couch that he had not put back. The couch was also a sofa bed and he gently went on his knees and deposited Eleanore on the blankets.

Joseph looked down at Eleanore and took her hands in his and held them in his. Silently Joseph sat beside her and then lay down holding her to him - just enjoying being with Eleanore.

 

[Chalintra]

What will happen now? I don´t know, but I don´t care too, as for whatever we will do now, it will be perfectly right. Being placed on to this makeshift bed I would usually think about which pose to strike and whitch strings to pull to make a man mad, making him do whatever I want. But this time there wasn´t even a hint towards this kind of thought. It all will come out of itself, if he touches me, then I will be pleased, if I touch him...

Eleanore reaches out to crawl Josephs hair, makin him feel comfortable and to ease all fears he might have. But his smile proves her thoughts to be right. There are no worrys, no, everything takes the way fate had decided for them, and fate had been very pleasant this time.

"So strange to think that we´ve met just hours ago, isn´t it? I feel as if I´ve known you since the day of my birth and now that we have met, everything that´s been wrong belongs to the past and nothing the future holds can ever be wrong again."

Her voice is just a whisper, spoken only for you, each word clear and sung with a familiar melody. As she had finished her sentence she pulls herself up again, sealing her words with a kiss to prove their flawless truth.