One Dark Nigt

[DarkEmpress]

One Dark Night

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It has been ages since she last had a carefree night out on the town with the girls. Annie had been so engrossed in her studies that her social life had ground to a halt. They were talking for hours and she had perhaps had a glass or two too many, but Annie was not too concerned, it would be a while before she climbed behind her steering wheel and with that in mind, she switched to coffee.

An hour or two later, Annie started making her way home, a soft smile touching her lips as she considered how much it meant to have such a wonderful group of friends in her life. There were some deep waters under that bridge and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Having spent a night in total disregard of the barrage of books that lay waiting for her at home, on the rule of law, was a wonderful reprieve. Annie’s azure blue eyes were smiling, as she replayed the conversations in her mind, her raven hair spiralling down her shoulders, contrasting the natural pallor of her skin. She was humming along to a song and enjoying the drive.

It was a peculiarly dark night out with a slither of the moon safely tucked away between dark and ominous clouds that were threatening to storm their contents to the earth below, at any second. Annie had taken her eyes off the road for a second to change the song on her music centre, and when a boisterous bolt of thunder, boomed through the night sky, her eyes flew up to see something standing in the middle of the road.

A shriek of shock left her lips as she desperately tried to swerve. Annie wasn’t going fast at all, but the sudden change of direction and the inevitable laws of gravity, sent her car rolling across the road – suspending her in mid-air for a moment before the car landed hard on the other side of the road.

Modern safety measures are an absolute lifesaver as the car’s airbags deployed almost immediately, unfortunately though, hitting Annie’s head a fraction too hard on the side of the window and rendering her unconscious.

The silence was deafening and in stark contrast to the cacophony of the accident, a few seconds ago.

Annie’s raven hair laid in disheveled streaks across her face; her handbag and the rest of the car’s contents scattered across the road. She had taken a back road on her way home and was somewhere on a road that wasn’t frequented often. Tall trees towered over her car. One light was broken, but the other tried its best to illuminate the woodlands before it, the lush undergrowth casting eerie shadows.

Annie’s breathing was halted as the safety belt held her in place, her eyes closed – completely oblivious to the world around her....

 

[cgraven]

This section of rural route 302 was always a bit unsettling as it twisted and turned through the hill country. This night was no exception. The thin sliver of the waning moon played hid-and-seek with the dark clouds, their misty tendrils chassed the chaste moon across the night sky. Added to that eerie feeling that settled over the deserted road, a fog had begun to settle. It was then that he had come across the scene of the accident, the scattered contents of the car strewn across the road, the car itself in the ditch at the side of the road its tail light two angry glowing red eyes in the night. He pulled the car to the side of the road and set the emergency flashers; slowly he got out of the car and made his way to the car in the ditch, its engine still running. He shown a flashlight into the car and he saw her for the first time. She was young, no more than twenty one or two at the most; her shimmering raven hair was in wild disarray, a dark halo surrounding the girl’s angelic face and in mark contrast to her pale ivory skin. The flawless perfection of that face was marred by a bruise and a small cut to her forehead where the girl had been struck by the vehicle’s air bag.

He placed his fingers at the small hallow where the raven haired beauty’s slender neck and shoulder meet as he felt for the life force that pulsed below it. That life force was slow and thread, but it was there. Her eyes were closed, as he opened the driver’s side door, reached over her and released her seat belt. The girl’s unconscious body rolled into his arms and a soft groan bubbled from her moist ripe lips. With one arm around her trim little waist and the other below her knees he drew her from the wreck. What to do? There was no cell phone reception here and Lord knew when a patrol car or any car for that matter would come along. What to do? He carried her to his car and placed the unconscious girl in the passenger seat and belted her in. When he had carrying her to the car he had spied her handbag laying in the road, at least he now would know who this young beauty was.

Annie

He breathed her name, a law student at the local university, a law student with the faint smell of alcohol on her breath. What were you thinking Annie he wondered as he put his car in gear. At first he had intended to drive the girl to the local Emergency Ward, the good Samarian, but when he came to the fork in the road he turned left towards his home rather than right to the Emergency Ward.

He carried the girl into his house, carried her to the bedroom and laid her on his bed. No longer were there thoughts of being the Good Samarian, other thoughts, darker thoughts filled his mind as he began to unbutton the unconscious girl’s blouse. He found himself becoming more aroused as each of the buttons of Annie’s blouse surrender to his fingers, popping open reveling more and more of her pale ivory skin and the sensual curve of the her breasts. He pushed Annie’s bra up to reveal her firm young breasts to him. It took all his self control not to bend his head to her breasts, to rid her of all her clothing and to sample her obvious charms. NO that was too dangerous, what if she woke? No if he wished to make her, his, he would have to bid his time, learn more about her, to learn if she would be missed if she disappeared. His decision made, he ripped Annie’s blouse, and reluctantly covered her with a blanket and began to fabricate the story he would spin once she awoke. The tale of her coming to his door, her head injured half out of her mind, to collapse on his door step.


He ran his fingers through his ginger hair, as he set his dark hazel eyes into a concerned mask, a mask of a kindly father like figure full of concern for her. He bandaged her head and the minor cut and waited for Annie to awake.

 

[DarkEmpress]

The real world slowly started hazing back into view and as Annie’s eyes fluttered open, she found herself staring at a ceiling that was unfamiliar to her. Her brow furrowed into a frown and then she winced as the bruise and slight cut sliced through her consciousness.

She lifted a hand and found a bandage around her head. Another frown furrowed across her brow, making her wince again.

Annie remembered being thrown about wildly inside the car during the accident, but nothing more than that. Her eyes slowly roamed across her surroundings. It was a bedroom and she was lying on a bed that was rather comfortable... covered in a blanket?

Lifting the blanket, she found her clothes torn and dishevelled. This time, she actively tried to avoid frowning. How did she get here?

Her eyes finally found the figure of a man, sitting in a chair a few paces away from the bed. He was asleep, allowing Annie to study his features. He certainly didn’t strike her as the axe-wielding serial killer type and if he was the one that had found and rescued her, then she owed him her sincere gratitude.

She wondered what time it was. It looked dark outside. Annie was wondering if any of her belongings were there as her blue eyes searched the room again. Her phone or handbag? She was supposed to contact her friends to let them know she is home safe and sound, which clearly never happened.

Her mysterious rescuer moved and as his eyes fluttered open, Annie gave him a wan smile. “Thank you so much,” she said. earnestly. “I owe you a great gratitude.”

Annie tested her strength and tried to sit up, pulling herself up on one shoulder before lying down again, her head throbbing with the effort.

“I seem to have bumped my head, rather hard,” she said, lifting her hand and gingerly smoothing across the bandage again.

 

[cgraven]

He was dozing in a chair beside the bed were the unsuspecting young beauty lay. He could feel her eyes on him, his eyes slowly fluttered open and she breathed,

“Thank you so much, I owe you a great gratitude.”

There was an innocent earnestness to Annie’s soft angelic voice. He for his part once more dawned that mask of a kindly father like figure full of concern for her even as his eyes drank in her youthful beauty as she leaned on one elbow half turned to him like a Grecian Goddess. Himself Again He struggled with his own demons to hold himself in check, to deny himself her gorgeous young body and obvious charms. Patience he reminded himself.

He leaned forward in his chair concern shimmering in his dark hazel eyes.

“What is your name Miss?”

He knew well Annie’s name where she lived from her driver’s license and student ID but had no intention of letting the stunning young beauty know that. He continued as he spun out the tale he wished Annie to believe, as he began to form what he desired to be her memories of the proceeding night.

“Can you tell me what Happened to you Miss?”

His voice tinged with questioning sincerity as his dark hazel eyes captured and held Annie’s stunning azure blue eyes. He could see the confusion shimmering in those clear, soft blue eyes. He wove his words and the threads of his tale together.

“You had staggered to my door last night a cut on your head and looking as if you were at death’s door,”

He leaned a little further forward, his hand reaching out to take Annie’s, in his big hands, in a comforting gesture

“Can you tell me what happened to you?’

He would let Annie’s true memories of drinking with her friends, and the car crash mingled with the false memories he was implanting in her confused young mind. The fear that she had left the scene of an accident and her failure to report it to the proper authority.

 

[DarkEmpress]

He engulfed her hand in his strong and masculine one, asking what her name is.

“Annie, Annie Westcliff,” she said sheepishly, happy to know she remembered most of everything. Doing a quick check she tried to name her parents, her address, other odd things, and her memory seemed in tact. “And your name?” she asked, as she returned the greeting.

He asked about the accident and Annie shook her head slightly, which only reminded her of the dull persistent headache.
“I don’t actually understand how it happened. There was something in the road and I swerved to avoid it. I was not going fast, at all. The next thing I knew, the car was flying through the air and... that is all I remember,” she said, pensively looking up into his glorious hazel eyes.

“You had staggered to my door last night a cut on your head and looking as if you were at death’s door.”

“I did?” she asked bewildered. “But how... did I get here? Where are we?” she asked in quick succession. “I don’t remember anything past the point of the car rolling.”

She visibly paled.

“Did I hit anything?” She asked, pleadingly looking into his eyes, as if somehow he could answer her. If she had made her way to his door - on her own - he had no way of knowing, but she still needed to know.

“We have to go back to my car,” she said hastily, dreading the worst. Annie had to investigate. If anything was amiss, she wanted to set it right.

Completely forgetting about her state of undress, Annie moved to climb out of the bed, bringing her nearly face to face with her rescuer before the sheets fell to the floor. A pink blush crept across her cheeks as she hastily tried to fold her shirt over in a futile attempt at modesty.

“It will appear that I also need... clothes,” she said uncomfortably, her blush deepening.

 

[cgraven]

There was such hope and desperation in the way this gorgeous young creature as she gripped his hand and shyly breathed,

“Annie, Annie Westcliff,”

Her voice was soft and angelic and he could feel his own arousal. He sat their holding Annie’s hand as a flood of questions came bubbling from her moist ripe lips.

“I don’t actually understand how it happened. There was something in the road and I swerved to avoid it. I was not going fast, at all. The next thing I knew, the car was flying through the air and... that is all I remember,”

The dark haired beauty paused, a worried look, marred the flawless beauty of her angelic face. She had asked his name and he simply replied Jean……..Jean Batard. The look of worry deepened as Annie continued.

“I did?...........But how........did I get here? Where are we? I don’t remember anything past the point of the car rolling……….Did I hit anything?”

The quested tumbled from her moist ripe lips in rapid succession and her voice was tinged with desperation and fear. Jean gave Annie’s hand a reassuring little squeeze, his dark hazel eyes searching the clear azure depths of her stunning blue eyes. Once more he was struck with the need to proceed slowly if he was to have her, keep her, and make Miss Annie Westcliff his own little sexual, concubine weather she wanted it or not. The decision would not be hers but his.

The young beauty’s desperation to know what had happen had Annie Suddenly Annie sitting upright, the bed covers dropping away, baring her pert firm young breasts to Batard’s lecherous eyes. He kept his face unreadable as to his real intention for this stunning young creature. He let a touch of a blush to tinge his cheeks to mirror the bright pink blush that colored Annie the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her little button nose and he suspected to the tip of her toes, as Annie desperately drew the tattered remains of blouse together in an attempt to regain some sense of modesty, an action that did little hide her naked breasts from his view as Annie gasped.

“It will appear that I also need... clothes,”

The young beauty’s eyes demurely lowered as her delightful pink blush now deepened to a seductive crimson hue.

“Let me see what I can find……”

He rose and let Annie’s hand slip from his.

“ I fear I have nothing suitable for a young lady but let me see what I can find.”

It was several minutes before he returned with a pair of shorts and what appeared to be a white button down shirt.

“This is all I can find that may fit you Miss Westcliff, memories from my scouting days.”

Batard seemed to blush for being so sentimental. He knew the shorts would hug the firm seductive curve of her firm little ass, and would just boarder on the scandalous and the shirt would do little more to hide Annie’s firm young breasts’ charms from his dark hazel eyes. It would cling to the sensual curves of her breasts and just barely cover her nipples and dusky pink areolas. He placed the folded garments on the chair where he had sat next to her.

He went out into the hall closing the door behind him, he knew the hidden camera’s would catch the look on young Annie’s face as she saw the scandalous nature of the shirt and blouse, would she actually wear them or only the blouse, he had also torn the young gir'ls skirt so it would bear her leg to the upper thigh with each step that Annie took.

“Miss Westcliff I am concerned that you left the scene of an accident………….”

Jean voice was full of questioning concern as he let it trail off. He of course knew that Annie was a law student, he would let her agile young mind assume the worst.
“Miss Westcliff which road were you on?”

Another innocent question that would reinforce his story that Annie had just shown up on his doorstep last night.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Annie was left to her own devices for a short reprieve and she wrapped the sheet around her and walked to the window. There was a beautiful garden outside which gave her no hint to where exactly she was. Something about this whole scenario made her a little uneasy.

Moments later, Jean arrived with a little pile of clothes.
“Thank you so much,” she said as she took it from him, giving him a warm, appreciative smile.

He respectfully left the room, giving Annie privacy to dress. The outfit was... well, Annie wasn’t actually sure you could call it an outfit. It was more resembling something a playboy bunny would wear.

She didn’t have much of an option though. Grimacing, she shimmied out of her clothes and put the shorts and shirt on, which left nearly nothing to the imagination.

“Miss Westcliff I am concerned that you left the scene of an accident………….” She heard him say from the hallway.

Annie’s hands stilled as the gravity of that revelation sank in. A few expletives flew into her mind, but out of respect for her host, Annie bit down on them. This could spell the end of her career in law, before it even starts!

“Miss Westcliff which road were you on?”
“I was on the R302, last I remember,” she said as the last button slipped through her fingers, in place. She gave herself a wan look in the mirror. All she needed was a ponytail and pom-poms and she would be the perfect cheerleader. Annie grimaced again.

Opening the door, Annie found Jean just outside. “Please can I ask a big favour,” she said pleadingly. “Would you mind taking me to find my car? I need to make sure that everything is fine or at least find my handbag and phone.”

 

[cgraven]

As the door slowly opened Jean Batard was quite pleased with the result of the outfit he had chosen for Annie. Her breasts strained against the confines of the shirt threatening to pop the tope few buttons open and the shorts hugged Annie’s body like a second skin leaving little to the imagination. He smiled to himself at the way this stunning young beauty had so gratefully thanked him for the change of clothes. He had loved the shocked and worried look that shadowed this stunning young beauty’s angelic face as he commented “Miss Westcliff I am concerned that you left the scene of an accident………….”. He of course knew that Annie had been on county RT 302, for that is where fate had dropped this stunning young beauty into his hands. Yet he had played his part of the concerned Good Samarian as he asked “Miss Westcliff which road were you on?”.

The scandalous outfit made Annie look much younger than she was and Batard felt a stirring in his loins as his desire to posses her grew and he had to fight his own dark desires reminding himself to be patient. That patience would bring much richer rewards. He was brought back to the moment as Annie sweetly asked,

“Please can I ask a big favor,”

Batard could hear the fear and desperation in the young girl’s voice as she pleaded with him.

“Would you mind taking me to find my car? I need to make sure that everything is fine or at least find my handbag and phone.”

This was a moment of danger for if a rare State Trooper patrol had found the car, Annie may slip through his fingers, yet the chance to claim this rare beauty as his was worth the risk. Her car was well off the road and would escape the casual notice and he had scattered most of her possessions from the road to the sides. Batard steeled himself.

“Of course Annie.”

It took about twenty minutes by road to reach the scene of Annie Westcliff accident and yet his home was clearly visible across the rolling fields as it sat on its gentle ridge line. The houses lights would be easily seen at night, a place to get help. It took a matter of minutes for them to find Annie Westcliff car and her scattered possessions. They had found Annie’s purse fairly quickly yet for the most part was empty. Her wallet was no place to be found for it was back at Batard’s home, and it gave him a window on her life, where she lived, what university she attended, and so much more as there was no photo of a boyfriend, and that there was few who would miss her. Batard drank in Annie’s beauty and the growing fear of the young beauty as she searched in vain for her wallet and phone.

“Miss Westcliff you need to call the police and report the accident.”

He offered Annie his phone as they had not found her as yet, and it was unlikely they would for it was in his dresser draw next to Annie’s missing wallet.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Annie was absolutely shocked at the scene in front of them. Her car was completely ruined. It was almost unrecognisable. What’s worse, it had left a complete trail of disaster in its wake. The road was damaged, with a road sign haphazardly crumpled next to the car... and was that a deer lying on the side of the road?

That must have been what was standing in the middle of the road.

Annie was instantly filled with an overwhelming sense of remorse. The thought that a living creature had to give its life, for the sake of hers, made her sick to her stomach.

The realisation that she had indeed fled the scene crashed over her like a tidal wave. She was a law student and the criminal implications would be a deathblow to her career that has not even started yet. She couldn’t find any words and tried to avoid all eye contact with Batard.

Remembering that her handbag must be here, somewhere, Annie fervently started searching the scene, but she couldn’t find anything.

“I... uhm... I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, finally scrounging up the courage to look at Batard, who had been nothing but kind to her. “It will appear that I fled the scene of an accident and that reporting the incident to the police, would not be a wise idea,” she said, staring at the phone that he was offering her, as if it was a snake coiling up to attack her.

 

[cgraven]

Batard could see the shock in Annie’s soft clear eyes at the devastation that her accident had wrought. Bit and pieces of her car and belongings strewn across the road. He saw a tear trickle down hr creamy ivory cheek at the sight of the lifeless dear. Batard held out his cell found to Annie, watched as she recoiled from it as if it was a poisonous viper. He watched as the young beauty franticly searched for her pursed, driver’s license, and student ID. The little bits and pieces that would scream to the authorities that this was her car, that she had left the scene of an accident. Batard could see in those soft tear shimmering eyes the fear that all of Annie’s dreams and hopes would now come to nothing.

“I... uhm... I don’t know what to say,….

Annie’s soft angelic voice held the note of a little girl lost. The young coed had been avoiding looking at Batard, as if she would see his disapproval of what she had done. Slowly Annie raised her eyes to his.

“It will appear that I fled the scene of an accident and that reporting the incident to the police, would not be a wise idea,”

A strained silence hung between them, a silence that Batard saw that the stunning young beauty was in no hurry to break. Batard was the first to speak.

“Miss Westcliff it is obvious that the police have not yet discovered you accident, there is still time to make a report, but instead of saying it happened last night………”

Batard let his voice trail off let Annie’s agile young mind begin to fill in the blanks.

“ Who’s to know Miss Westcliff? It’s the perfect solution.”

Again he thrust his cell phone towards her a subtitle temptation to make a false police report, to save her hopes and dreams for a career in the law. Mr. Batard was right who was to know.