Secrets of the Lake(Closed)

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Name: Nadia Moustas
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110 lbs
Age: 21
Measurements: 34DD-24-36
Description: Light olive skin, slightly oval fight, her light blue eyes appear more startling because of her skin tone and dark, straight hair that falls to the middle of her back. Usually has a very stern look of concentration on her face. Fit but not obsessively so.

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Finally, Nadia thought to herself, her exasperation mixed with relief as she pulled her rented SUV up to a small, picturesque cabin with the Lake of the Ozarks visible in the background.

Even with GPS and a topographical map, Nadia still felt she was making a wrong turn every time she came to a fork. But two hours after she had filled up her truck, got last minute supplies, and attempted vainly to get the gas attendant to look at her eyes and not her bustline, she had arrived at her home for the summer.

As Nadia got out of the truck and grabbed what she hoped was the right key to the cabin's front door, she grimaced at her memory of the last stop she hoped to have with civilization, at least for the next couple of weeks.

Nadia's uncle Nikko had bought a small cabin in southern Missouri as a potential vacation retreat, but his successful law firm never gave him the opportunity to use it. Nadia's Mom, Nikko's sister, had told her uncle that Nadia was a bit stressed as she finished up her Master's thesis. So Nikko had given his favorite (and only) niece the use of the cabin for the summer, while she decided what she was going to do next.

Nadia sighed a bit in relief as the key to the front door opened up to a tastefully decorated large room. The cabin was partially built into the hill that overlooked the lake, which kept it cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. Her uncle had warned her that a summer storm could and would knock the power out, but that the generator would kick right in.

Nadia started unloading her supplies, and frowned as she picked up a plastic bag with the logo of the small store she had stopped at before heading to the cabin. The attendant, a pot bellied man in his late thirties, had been leering at her breasts while she was asking him general questions about the area. Not that Nadia was trying to emphasize her figure. She had been wearing a loose, oversized plaid shirt, but her chest still drew attention. The only satisfaction she got was when she added two boxes of 9mm rounds to the supplies she was buying, informing the older man that she loved staying in practice shooting. That stopped him from hitting on her in mid-drool.

When Nadia got her perishables put away, she walked around the cabin, making sure the water, electricity and other utilities were working. Of course, she knew she could rely on her Uncle Nikko to make sure everything was all right. He was one of the few men she felt she could actually rely on.

Nadia headed out back to the truck and started carrying in a crate of her favorite books. She loved books. Not e-books or e-readers, but actual, hold in your hand and flip the pages, books. Since she was a little girl, Nadia had wanted to be a librarian. When she got older, she refined that desire to be a research librarian, being the person who helped others find that one particular source that would make everything come together in their quest to add to the knowledge of mankind. Nadia often fantasized that she would help a young Indiana Jones type delve into an oft forgotten section of the library, filled with one of a kind ancient tomes, and help send the adventuring archaeologist off to find the Lost Mines of King Solomon, or something similar. Sometimes these fantasies were supplemented with vague romantic fantasies that would leave Nadia feeling more than a little flushed.

The reality of her pursuit failed to meet her dreams. It wasn't the sometimes numbing routine that goes with being a librarian that depressed Nadia. She actually found that enjoyable as well. There was something very comforting to her about the repetitiveness of a librarian's duties.

What she didn't find comforting was the attitude of some of her fellow students. Nadia had known that her early "development," and her attractiveness, which was exotically enhanced by her Eastern Mediterranean ancestry, had gotten her more than a few looks, but she tended to ignore it. She had a life's dream, after all. The attention got worse when she started college at 17. When she started working at the library as part of her study program, more than one male admirer would bring up a copy of Lady Chatterly's Lover and try to ask her prurient questions about it, all in a mock-serious tones. When it was discovered that Nadia was lacking in "experience" of even the most basic type, she became perceived as a challenge, which made her isolate herself even more, pushing herself deeper into her studies.

Well, this summer was going to change all that, she decided. Not a soul in sight for days at a time. Nothing but my books and a little fun on the lake.

Nadia stepped out on the cabin's deck and studied the isolate cove she was situated on. Her uncle had tried to playfully frighten her once, telling her all sorts of mythical beasts had been "flushed" out into the open with the creation of the manmade lake, everything from Sasquatch to a mid-American version of the Loch Ness Monster, all of which were supposedly living on this very cove. Nadia allowed herself to giggle at her uncle's silliness. Besides, none of the fictional monsters could be more frightening than a faculty member trying to cop a feel while the two were in the file room.
 
He laid there in the darkness, enjoying the caress of the cool water on his skin and the feel of the warm sunlight from above enjoying his solitude. For centuries he had lain under these cool waters in his grotto undistirbed by the creatures that lived within, content just to wait out time. That was until the metal beasts had come and distribed the land, dislodging tonnes of earth and rock and forcing him to flee his cave.

He had sat undetected under the still waters of the lake watching the humans scurry to and fro building their strange structures but then after many years they left and he was at peace again. Occasionally he was disturbed by the guttal growl of a device called a "car" and he would investigate briefly before becoming bored.

Today was no different as he watched from just beneath the surface as the car pulled up outside the structure. He turned about to leave and return to the darkness when he noticed that this one was different.

He drifted closer hugging the rocks and looking as a beautiful creature made her way towards the cabin. He stared for a long time until she entered and then descended into the darkness to think.
 
It wasn't the sexiest outfit a woman could wear. Far from it. The white shorts and halter top that Nadia wore, whose color played well against her warm, light brown skin, were, to put it politely, frumpy. Her shorts came all the way down to the top of her knees and her halter top showed only a very modest amount of her midriff as well as just the very tops of her prodigious breasts. Nonetheless, the outfit made Nadia feel refreshingly free. She wiggled her toes in her loose sandals, enjoyed the sunlight and lake breeze on her skin, and was generally content with life. She didn't have to be concerned about anything or anyone except herself.

Taking a sip from her glass of iced coffee, she picked up a book whose cover was adorned with the picture of an orange kitten and the word "Dewey." It was an old favorite that she enjoyed come back to. Snuggling into the comfortable deck chair, Nadia lost herself in the tale of a kitten left in the returned book slot of a small library.
 
He watched her, gazing adoringly at her form as she read the strange paper device and he gently extended his mind to touch hers. Just a passing caress and he learned much without her even being aware of it.

He felt her stress and frustration with others but he also felt deep sadness and loneliness from her. He dug a little deeper exploring her sub concious slowly so not to make her aware of his presence, learning more and more about her. He quickly withdrew his presence as she shifted her weight and was still hoping she had not felt him.

He slipped deeper into the lake and moved to the farthest side away from her. He rose to the surface and crawled onto the land forming an image in his mind and slowly he transformed into a human. With a simple thought he clothed himself and started to walk towards the cabin.
 
Nadia shook her head, feeling as if she had fallen asleep. She must have fallen asleep, she decided, and had the oddest dream when she did so. She dreamt she had been watching a movie with a stranger. The movie was about her life, though it didn't flow in any particular order. There was even a part about what she hoped her life might be like in the future.

The oddest thing about the dream was that she was immobile in her seat. She couldn't turn to see who the stranger was, the one who was watching the movie with her. It was a man, she was sure, but there was something else about him, something that she couldn't put her finger on.

Her stomach took that opportunity to remind her she hadn't eaten since she had gotten on the road this morning. Something light would be good, she thought to herself, as she made her way off the deck and to the kitchen.
 
He walked slowly around the lake getting used to this unfamiliar form. It took him over an hour as he kept stumbling and falling as the sun started to sink slowly beneath the horizon.

As evening descended he eventually caught sight of the cabin and the warm glow of the lights inside beckoning him closer. He caught the smell of cooking food and increased his pace.

He walked up to the door and waited unsure what to do next. He quickly checked his reflection in a nearby window catching a brief glimpse of her as she moved around. He raised his hand to the door and knocked twice then waited.
 
Nadia had been enjoying the silence all day, without even the radio playing. There was only the odd sounds of the forest and the lake to be heard, and those only when she was outside. She was quietly humming to herself as she warmed up some soup and bread and cut some vegetables and strawberries up for a light salad.

The quiet was broken by the sound of two sharp knocks on the front door. Startled out of her reverie, Nadia wondered who that could possibly be. A frown settled on her face as she immediately remembered the gas attendant at the store at the turnoff. She had pointedly not told the man where she was staying, but perhaps he had somehow deduced where she had to be. Maybe the man had even spent the afternoon driving around checking out all the possibilities.

Well, I know one way to let him know that "Not interested" means "Not Interested," Nadia thought to herself. She picked up her purse and pulled out the pistol she had already hinted to the man she possessed. As she walked to the front door, she was happy that the rustic cabin was rustic in appearance only. One of the things it had was a video camera at the front door, with a monitor at the entrance.

Nadia turned on the monitor and found that her evening visitor wasn't who she thought it was going to be. On the other side of the door was a tall, youngish looking man. Nadia pushed a button that activated a speaker on the other side of the door. "Can I help you?"
 
He was startled as the voice came out of nowhere spinning around until he noticed the small blinking green light on the panel next to the door. He briefly ran a thought over the information and found the answer he needed.

He drew himself up before the camera and smiled into it revealing perfect white teeth before reaching out and pressing the blinking button next to the intercom.

"Hello..." he said in a deep voice sounding a little hesitant from not ever being used before and he coughed bringing out its warmth. "I was in the area and saw the lights on in this cabin and thought I would say hello as its not usually inhabited?"
 
I guess that's what people in the country do, Nadia told herself, relieved that it wasn't the creepy guy from the gas station. He's probably a neighbor who never sees the lights on, and just wanted to make sure everything was all right.

"Yes, my Uncle Nikko owns the cabin, but he let my family have the use of it for the summer," Nadia replied. He looks like a nice enough guy, kind of cute, Nadia thought to herself, but it's probably best not to let him know I'm all alone up here. "It was very nice of you to come check up on us, but I have to get back to the kitchen. Perhaps we can meet you somewhere over the next couple of days?" Nadia was proud of herself for keeping everything indeterminate.
 
He smiled and shook his head slowly. "Where are my manners? I have not introduced myself, my name is Jason." he gave a little bow towards the camera still smiling. "I am camped close by if you would like to visit? Perhaps we could share a meal?" he gently caressed her mind with his thoughts soothing away some of her suspicion.

"I will be here for several weeks and I do hope you take me up on my offer! I am camped someways back from the north shore of the lake."

He turned and walked away into the darkness and when he was far enough from the cabin he slipped into the lakes dark waters and waited.
 
For a moment, the soft 'tendrils' easing into Nadia's mind dampened her normal cautionary nature. Perhaps she might have even been tempted to follow the stranger out into the darkness. But then something in her mind "pushed back," and she found herself literally shaking her head to dislodge such a foolish idea.

"Maybe I'll go find his campsite in a couple of days," she said to herself. "In the daylight. Maybe." With that decision made, Nadia went back to her cooking.
 
He floated in the lake thinking, the brief touch of his mind against hers made him want to explore this creature more. He slowly made his way towards the cabin, making barely a ripple as he moved.

As he neared the service he stretched out his mind and touched hers. Very very gently he started removing her distrust of him and making her want to head outside into the dark lake.
 
Nadia was cleaning her dishes when again her thoughts drifted to her earlier visitor. For a few brief seconds, she entertained the fantasy of going to visit his campsite right now. Again, she shook her head, dislodging anything trying to make her take such a foolish course of action.

That's how people are never heard from again, Nadia told herself. Tomorrow, she decided, as she dried her hands and headed to the cabin's den.
 
He once again felt he resistance harden against his gentle caress and he sank deeper into the lake and waited. Hours passed and he sent a gentle thought out to the now dark cabin.

Sensing she was asleep he slowly began he caress again. Gently sinking his mind into hers soothing away her suspicions. For several hours he did this before twining her dreams with his as his desire for her increased.
 
It was one of those dreams that you knew was a dream, even if it felt real. In the dream, she had decided to go down to the lake shore, even though the sky was still a dull gray from the false dawn. By the time she made it to the shore, a hint of rose was on the horizon. She picked up a few flat rocks and was practicing skipping them on the lake when she felt someone approach her along the shoreline. Turning, she saw it was the stranger from the night before.

"Of course you're in my dream," she said with a smile. Hefting a rock in her hand, she asked, "So how are you at skipping rocks?"
 
"Its your dream." he said "So its by your choice I am here, as for skipping rocks not so good." He slowly walked up to her and marveled at how beautiful she was. He stepped behind her and slowly began caressing her sides with his hands.

"I hope you don't mind but you are a very beautiful woman." His hands continued his caress and he slowly let some his true form show. Smooth long tentacles came from his back slowly wrapping themselves around her long legs. He kissed her neck as the slithered upward. Another pair circled her waist moving up her toned body slowly.
 
Nadia stepped away from the stranger, easily breaking from his grip. Turning around,she didn't seem overly concerned or surprised at the appearance of his tentacles.

Looking the stranger up and down, Nadia remarked, "I wasn't aware my subconscious was going to be so obvious in its use of metaphors. Listen, friend," she continued, looking him straight in the eyes, "If I wanted someone to just start grabbing me, I would have stayed in the city. You're going to have to do better than that. Unless you're here to show me I can't do better, in which case I'll resign myself to the life of a spinster librarian."
 
He was shocked at the strength of her mind as she casually broke his hold over her. He looked at her in this dreamscape marvelling at the perfection of her form. He concentrated sinking deeper into her dreamworld and subconcious seeking out the source of her defensiveness and pain.

For what seemed like hours he searched looking all the while staring at her perfect form.
 
Nadia watched with mild interest as what looked like vapors emanated from the stranger and sank into the ground. She turned her back on the stranger and once again began skipping rocks on the water.

"Don't know what you're looking for," she said casually, never looking back at him, "But you might have more luck finding it by talking to me. Without just grabbing, of course." Nadia stopped skipping rocks and looked around to see if there were an bamboo fishing poles in this dream.
 
He decided a change of tactics were in order and opened himself up fully to her dreamscape, allowing his real body to sink deep below the lake so it was protected from sight.

"Of course you are right..Nadia....." he rolled the name around his tongue. "But then again I am a creation of your on consciousness so I will beg forgiveness from you from yourself? he smiled and walked next to her absently willing two fishing rods into existence.

He casually handed one to her. "So how about you tell me, or yourself depending on how you are looking at it, whats wrong?" again he smiled and gentle brushed her mind soothing her.
 
"Well me with tentacles," Nadia began, as she pulled a bright purple rubber worm from her pocket, "I don't think there's anything wrong with me. Us. Whatever." Nadia secured the fake worm on the hook and tossed it out into the lake. Nadia watched the cork bobble on the lake's surface before she added, "Well, two things might be wrong. If your a metaphor, I have no subtlety. And if you're a suppressed sexual kink, you're news to me. We were the only woman we knew who didn't see or read Fifty Shades of Gray and didn't want to."

The cork seemed to jerk around, and then went still. "But I think you're a clarification for me. About what I don't want. You're all smooth without substance. You want to be able to use your words, your looks and other skills," Nadia looked straight at his tentacles when she said the last, "So that I'll give in and satisfy your desires. Not going to happen. So talk to me, get to know me, and we'll see what happens. No promises, though. Otherwise..."

In the blink of an eye, Dteam Nadia was on the opposite shore of the lake from the tentacled stranger.
 
He sighed frustrated beyond all belief with her reactions. He gentle withdrew from her mind and awoke at the bottom of the lake. He surfaced briefly and realized he still had most of the night left.

He emerged near the cabin but concealed in the undergrowth that surrounded the lake and made his way towards the building. He knew exactly where the switch to turn off both the main electricity and the back up power thanks to Nadia's mind.

After both were safely off he moved to the rear door of the house. Finding the spare key under the rock on the left he opened the door his mind reaching out to ensure that she stayed asleep.

He entered quietly shutting the door behind him and moved purposefully towards her bedroom. Opening the door slowly he saw her laying on the bed still in a deep slumber.
 
Or at least he thought it was her sleeping form.

In reality, Nadia was one of many humans who, like the race the tentacled beast belonged to, had a surprisingly strong will. That will would have probably remained dormant for all her life if the lake beast had not inadvertently awakened Nadia's full mental potential. It was ironic that the beast, in its insipid attempt to bend Nadia to its will, instead gave her the ability to throw his mental manipulations off with ease. If only.the beast had listened to the dream Nadia and tried conversing with her, rather than attempting (and failing) to subjugate her.

While the tentacled beast thought Nadia was fast asleep in her bed, her subconscious had driven her away from the cabin. When the tentacled beast entered the bedroom, only to discover pillows under the sheet and a "psychic remnant" of Nadia, Nadia herself woke up in the driver's seat of her SUV in a hotel parking lot two hours away, wondering how she had gotten there.

Nadia never had contact of any sort with the tentacled beast again, nor did she ever return to her Uncle Nikko's cabin. Her uncle ended up donating the cabin and land to a monastery, which ran all men's retreats there. Nadia herself was destined to meet another tentacled being, but this one wanted to know her mind and soul, rather than possess her body. Her first and only lover would help her develop her will to its fullest, and their love story would continue and grow through the ages.

THE END
 
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