Whispers in the night

[dansemajik]

OOC: Chez had inherited an old Estate manor when her great Uncle Ben died. The house was on a cliff overlooking the shores of the Atlantic Ocean in a small New England town.

Chez is 34, twice divorced, no children. She is a woman of small stature, petite in build. 5'2" tall, 110 pounds. Her hair is dark blonde, wavy, cut short.

IC: I had been at the house for three weeks. I had made friendly with the neighbors. I had met the grounds man, who was older than dirt, and kept making hints about things not being right up at the house....

I had creepy feelings sometimes. I felt like I was being watched whenever I passed a mirror, it felt like someone was standing in it. And the smell of almonds. I had asked the housekeeper who was only at the house during the day, and she said that the house always smelled that way. I tried to shrug it off.

Lately though my dreams had been weird. Not just scary, I am talking weird. Last night, I dreamt the curtains all flew shut on my bed, and the canopy was really a covered mirror, and all these chains and leather buckled cuffs were attahced to the posts...I woke up screaming, and everything was normal.

My mind kept going back to the chains, and mirror and how it would feel....I would have slugged myself if I could have. I said to myself outloud.."Chez, girl, you have just been too long without." That is when I made the decision to go to the local pub...maybe find some New England stud to show me how it was done here...

OOC: had to edit...

[Edited by dansemajik on 05-13-2001 at 03:59 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

I wasn't sure what one wore to the local pub, so I donned a pair of relatively new Levis, a silk sleeveless sweater and a pair of black ankle boots.

I drove my car to the "YE OLDE INNE". I walked in the smokey place, Travis Tritt crooning out of the speakers of the juke box. I shake my head, always in these places they play country shit. I find a stool at the bar, aware of the attention I am getting. Not because I am a raving beauty,I am a beauty, but it more due to the fact that I was a new face.

the bar tender approached me, I ordered a bottle of Sam Adams, and asked for a tab. He nodded and placed the cold sweating bottle in front of me. I had that being watched feeling again and I turned. I caught glimpse of the blackest eyes I had ever seen in my life. It was like light was just sucked into them. Like obsidian. His hair was black, his face pale. His lips well made. he was wearing black, and stood in the corner, just watching me.

Any Takers?

 

[catlover]

Frank

I was bored. Nothing on TV - in between books to read- the ball game on the radio was over- so I headed to the pub.

Played a few ganmes of pool, but took a break and was standing by the door when I saw a new face. An attractive petite lady had come in and sat at the bar on a stool, drinking a Sam Adams. I couldnt take my eyes off of her. I just stared, and suddenly she turned and looked right at me.

I walkd over and sat in the seat next to her, and ordered a beer for me and another for her

 

[sojournerwolf]

gone

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-21-2001 at 05:28 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

The guy who sits next to me, startles me, I look at him, then back at the corner. The man that had been there was gone. I turned back to the guy who sat down next to me. "Thanks for the beer. Do you smell that?" I asked him, catching the aroma of almonds again.

I look in the mirror over the bar. Again...I feel someone watching me. I think I am freaking out, I turn my baby blues on the guy next to me and smile at him. "HI, I am Chez, whats your name?"

 

[sojournerwolf]

gone

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-21-2001 at 05:29 PM]

 

[catlover]

Frank

"I'm Frank. I live nearby.Haven't seen you in here before, are you new here? or just vusiying?", I asked, ny eyes meeting hers.

She looked distressed. I wondered what might be bothering her. But, I was prepared to protect her and take care of her in any way she might need.

I just smelled the beer and the usual smells of the pub. Nothing unusual, except an erotic aroma of her.Maybe it was her shampoo, or some unusual scented cologne or perfume, I didnt know, so I replied "no, I dont smell almonds, I smell ambrosia",and awaited her response.

Her eyes flitted around the place - over by the door, back to where I had been standing, and at herself in the mirror. I thought she looked quite atractive and I liked looking at her in the mirror too, but it was sort of unusual for a lady to ne loking at herself inabarroom mirro2 - I wondered what she was looking for,so I asked "looking for something? May I help you look? looking for trouble maybe?"

About then another song came up on the jukebox, so I asked her to dance. I thought if I twirled her around a little, She wouldnt have to be so obvious in doing her search of the premises

 

[dansemajik]

Frank was talking to me. He looked like a nice guy, had a bit of an edge, that badboy thing that I am so prone to fall for, and then kick myself for months after it ends. I notice him noticing me looking in the mirror. I can't tell him that I can almost see the guy watching me, but that would make me insane wouldn't it?

"trouble?" I say. "Honey, I don't have to find trouble, it finds me just fine."

He asked me to dance, and I looked at the group of people out there stomping and twirling and wagging their asses in unison. Line dancing. I didn't get it. As I was about to tell him I don't dance, an Eric Clapton song came on, he was strumming with those majik fingers, telling us we looked wonderful tonite. I slid off the stool, I took Franks hand and pulled him to the tiny dance floor.

As I snuggled my body up against his, I felt the prikling sensation again, and a slight ruffling of my hair. I closed my eyes, because I didn't want to see what was happening. Almonds, why am I smelling almonds? I felt the hard muscle under the T-shirt Frank wore, and was appreciative of the way his body fit against mine.

 

[catlover]

Frank and Chez

It felt good dancing with each other. Somehow, we jusrt melted together and her body was nice and light up against mine, as we did our thing on the floor to some good music.

With curiousity, I asked about the name Chez."Is that a given name or a nickname?". She didnt answer right away, just smiled up at me as we were both consumed by the music and each other.

 

[dansemajik]

I laughed when Frank asked me about my name Chez is pronounced as SHAY. "My Parents were holdback hippies. It was the name of the guru they had." I can remembering when I went to school, my teachers would say it like it was spelled. From first grade on, I had stand up and say, MY name is 'shay'.

 

[catlover]

frank and "SHAY"

"Yes, you told me - but it is an unusual name- do you spell it SHAY or SHEA? I think it is interesting" I said, and even more so now that we were dancing and enjoying ourselves

Some iof the otherr patrons and even the pool players were watching us, as we flitted about the small floor but the song ended and we returened to tha bar and had another sip of beer. Oh for another nice slow sensuous song to dance to with this beauty

 

[sojournerwolf]

gone

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-21-2001 at 05:30 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

He is there suddenly as if he floated on air. Standing looking right into me. Those eyes, they are solid black, with no detectable iris...it was like looking into the fender of a well waxed black camaro.

Suddenly the juke box began a foreigner song..the opening bars bursting thru the speakers. His voice was like velvet smoke as he asked me to dance....

Mick James singing"I gotta take a little time, a little time to think it over" Singing to me about mountains and sky....heartache and pain...can I face it again....I have travelled so far to change this loney life...I want to know what love is, I want you to show me"

And I was in his arms, and that is all I could determine.

 

[sojournerwolf]

gone

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-21-2001 at 05:30 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

I hear words in my head. A language I don't understand, yet, I can make out the words. Then I am shivering, in this mans arms. I feel like parts of my body are going to just fly apart from my center.

I close my eyes, and the feeling stops briefly, until I open them and look into his eyes again.

He is hard against me, like hot marble. I feel that he sees into the dark recesses of my soul. Will he see the dark fruit growing there? Dark desires and needs that I would utter to no one. I feel as if a gate has been ripped open. This wind is tearing me up inside, and I feel my body get closer to his, I feel his need, and I know it is more terrible than anything I could imagine.

 

[sojournerwolf]

gone

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-21-2001 at 05:31 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

I felt like I was underwater, where the surf was pounding in my ears, turned over and unable to get my bearings. Near Panic, and then I see Frank standing at the bar with a look on his face I could not decipher.

 

[catlover]

Frank

I looked at her standing all alone out on the dance floor - she with a blank look of wonder, me with a pang of jealousy at her dancing with someone else. I wanted her for myself, so I went and joined her for the next dance.It was obvious she liked dancing, and was very good at it,and I wanted my turn now.

 

[dansemajik]

Frank moved toward me like a rescue ship. I still felt the overwhelming feeling of drowning, but his strong arms circling my waist as George Strait began singing about lost love, and pickup trucks. He swirled me into the mix of other dancers, but I could still feel that voice in my mind, telling me..."I can see you. I can smell you. You will belong to me, heart and soul." I kept thinking, shadow walker...but I didn't know why.

I smiled at Frank when the song ended, and I sat at the stool, not looking into the mirror. I told him, "I am going to head home, I'll see you around ok?" I scribbled my number on a damp napkin, "Call me Frank"

I left without looking in those shadows. I jumped in my old beater and drove the thirty minutes home, half afraid to go into the house, half afraid not to.

I sucked it up, and went up and ran a hot bubble bath.

 

[sojournerwolf]

gone

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-21-2001 at 05:32 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

I lie in the bath tub until the skin on my fingers is pruned, and the water is cool. I got out of the tub, and pulled on a thick robe. I started to turn out lights as I left the bathroom, but changed my mind.

Again, my thoughts went to Shadow Walker. I didn't know where that thought was coming from. I left the bathroom, and proceeded to turn on every light in the big old house.

I wasn't tired so I poured a bowl of fruity pebbles and sat at the kitchen table, every light blazing, eating the sugary, fake fruit flakes, remembering being a child, and thinking it was wierd that I still loved this cereal.

Then another memory crashed into my mind. I was a child, playing on the lawn over by the cliff, my parents sitting on the deck. It was dusk, and I chased the ball I was playing with toward the cliff.

I watched the ball roll over, and couldn't stop long enough to arrest my fall. Something did. I felt strong hands on me and the smell of almonds. I saw only shadows, but the hands on me that evening were the same hands on me tonite.

I began to shake

 

[sojournerwolf]

gone

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-21-2001 at 05:33 PM]

 

[catlover]

Frank

After she left, as far as I was concerned the place was empty. I heard the music, but she wasnt here to dance with. I was alone. I couldnt exactly run to the phone and call her right now, could I? All I could do was look at that wet napkin, and dream of those pretty hands writing that number, wanting them all over me and mine over her.

I sat there and finished my beer, and stood. As I walked toward the door, in walked another girl, alone, and she sat at one of the tables. Lonely, I walked over, introduced myself, and asked "are you alone? may I join you? What would you like to drink?"

This was most unusual for me, but so was falling in love with a girl I had just met in a bar. She told me her name was Angel, and she would like a glass of white wine. I went to the bar and ordered for her, and with another beer for me, rejoined her.



[Edited by catlover on 05-17-2001 at 06:20 AM]

 

[MtnAngelWV]

The cool night air was suprisingly thick tonight as I sped down the deserted road. It seemed as though I had been driving for days and days seeking solitude. But where? Where was I trying to go to? And what would I find there when I did arrive? My life had spiralled out of control almost unrecognizable. Unbeleivably, however, I enjoyed the new feeling. I had always been so predictable, so reliable, feeling that I had to live up to the name my parents had given to me.

"Angel." I breathed lightly, more like laughter. That was the last person I wanted to be tonight. "I want to be new, to be daring, to do something outrageous this night." I whispered aloud. Then it came into view. Had the heavens heard my plea and granted my every wish?

The honkey-tonk like saloon loomed in front of me and it was if the car turned right on its own and parked itself in the gravel parking lot. I noticed that the neon sign flashed "LEGAL SPIRITS SERVED." and the name of the bar was "Ye Olde Inne." The word "Spirits" seemed to glow bigger and brighter than the rest.

As I exited the rented Porsche I smoothed my gauzy white dress over my curvy yet slim body. I opened the heavy door smelling the stale beer and some other smell that my nose did not recognize. At the far end of the room was a few older tables. I glided across the small dance floor and sat at one of them.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for a handsome, rugged man to approach me an offer to buy me a drink. I think he said his name was Frank. I wasn't sure of that since I was too busy gazing at his bulging biceps and firm buttocks. He returned quickly with my white wine and a beer for himself.

 

[catlover]

Frank

When I returned to the table with the drinks, I got a very good look down her bodice to see a pair of very luscious breasts that needed fondling and sucking. O stood as long as I dared, then delieverd her wine with a cocktail napkin. We chatted a few minutes, going through the routine about "do you come here often" and "Where are you from?". A nice song started, so I asked her to dance.

She wasnt Chez, but she was very nice and she was here! Several dances later and finishing out drinks, we sort of inches our way out the front door and into my car. We parked out behind the place in a dark secluded spot, where we started to neck like a couple of schoolkids.




[Edited by catlover on 05-17-2001 at 04:05 PM]