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[Asa]

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Jasleena "Leena" Kelly
Writer
Mysteries-Erotic Romance-Paranormal Romance
Artist
Paint-Drawing-Photography

Writing led to art art led to writing. One always led to the other. The image dominating her mind or the words dominating her soul. Little did she know that accepting an invitation to a very unique little town with centuries of literary and artistic history would create the reality for the most dominant boom series she had ever written and give her the reality of the passion love loyalty lust hunger and lovers she had only ever written about​

Two failed marriages... Men she had let herself believe were some form of Mr. Right. They were safe... Artistic in their own minimal way but in time that puny little safe "fire" died and she magically had ended up "too difficult" for their self absorbed little lives. And in all honesty they had simply in time bored her. Was she really so strange and wild of a soul wanting the adventure passion and fire she wrote about. She had seen the touches of herself in the leading ladies of her books and what she wanted maybe deep down in the men in her life arms and bed... Or even at her feet.

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Aleksei stood before those of the town gathered in the tavern.

Tomorrow... The writers arrive... All types... Most will not know of the many secrets in our town. Share the history but not about the many unique races residing here. And for those who know the old legend of the witch of ink... She lives... We have found her and she will be arriving tomorrow. At last we have found the lost power it has been returned to the world.

Leena sat back on the plane thinking over her life she was a witch even though her mother wanted to hide that fact from her. It was hard to hide it after she wrote a paper for creative writing class in school about campfires and one appeared in her room. Then her mind drifted over her failed marriages but she dismissed thoughts of those two idiots quickly as the plane landed in Romania. Next leg of the trip was a 6hour train ride into the heart of the remote area where this little town was situated.

 

[Gabe619]

Castiel Markova and Trent Jacobs sat side by side at the train station waiting, one patiently, the other ... not so much.

"Aleksei said she would be on this train, right?" Trent asked his companion as he sipped at the coffee he held in one hand while watching people disembark the train at the platform.

"Yes, be patient, my friend, she will be here." Castiel smiled at his friend and lover as he too watching people milling on the platform.

Sent to greet the Witch of legend and take her to her hotel, Castiel felt honoured by the task, not that in all his years (three hundred and counting) he had not undertaken important missions before. This though was different. He stretched and glanced around them as they sat on the bench outside the tiny station house. The village didn't have enough importance to require more than this two room station, hardly anyone visited this far out into the Romanian wilderness anyway. He stood as he thought he saw her carrying her baggage.

At 5'10 he was lean, toned and handsome. He wore his black hair in a short cut that accented his face and pale skin and wore a pristine white button up shirt, black dress pants and shoes and a dark grey silvery waistcoat that Trent always told said made him look more regal under his long black rain coat.

"I think that's her." He stated glancing down at his friend who stood eagerly, his eyes scanning the few people still around at this time of night.

Trent growled a little under his breath, his excitement obvious as his nostrils flared trying to smell the witch. Like his lover beside him, Trent was medium height, but while Castiel looked sleek, Trent had the look of repressed power about him, as if the bulging muscles showing under his shirt and pants were coiled for action. His shoulder length blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes only helped attract attention to his rugged face. Not handsome, but not ugly ... more strong and confident.

The two men, one a Vampire, the other a Lycan, which in and of itself was an odd pairing let alone their romantic relationship, walked toward the woman as she stepped from the station house into the quiet cobbled street of the village.

 

[Asa]

An old woman... The ghost ancestor of the girl only now able to fade once her bloodline returned to the village whispered to the vampire.

It is her... Oh... She looks so much like my baby sister... Her great grandmother... Watch over her old friends.

With that the ancient ghost was gone.

I wasn't expecting any different treatment than the other writer's but... Interesting welcoming committee.

She could tell what they were and always had a liking to shifters and vampires but there was always something about the true primal existence of the shifters that she really liked. She smiled as she spoke to them.

I am Jasleena Kelly but most just know me as Leena. And you are?

 

[Gabe619]

Castiel smiled and bowed slightly. "Leena, I am Castiel and my friend here is Trent. We were sent to escort you to the hotel. A room has already been set aside for you ... may I take your bags?"

Castiel let his eyes quickly roam over this Witch, taking in her form and aura. He could tell she was powerful, and yet ... he thought he detected a slight hesitancy maybe, as if she wasn't 100% comfortable using them. He could of course have been totally wrong. Three hundred years on this planet had given him insight into reading people, but sometimes, especially among others of their kind, the instinct he had misfired. he took her bag and held it effortlessly in his hand as Trent moved up beside him and took her hand, bowing too he kissed the back of her hand making Castiel smirk at his behaviour. Always a womaniser, but always respectful, Trent never missed a chance to make a good first impression.

"If you would come this way, my Lady." Trent asked with a smile that ended just short of flashing his sharp white teeth that even in human form could make people nervous. "You have nothing to fear in our small village, but it is dark and we would hate anything to happen to such an important visitor."

The three of them began to walk up the cobbled main street of the village, infrequent streetlights hindering rather than helping as they formed deep dark shadows between their glowing illumination. Of course for most of the villages inhabitants darkness was no issue as their native abilities allowed sight at night to be as good if not better than sight during the day.

 

[Asa]

She smiled at the bows and the kiss to her hand. Walking along with them she smirked speaking where only they could hear her.

Usually if anything was to happen to a witch anywhere else it would be at the hands claws and fangs of your respective kinds. I know I am safe in this village. Apparently my mother's family was from here long ago... Or so the rumors go.

 

[Gabe619]

"Oh, the rumours are quite true, Leena." Castiel smiled at her. "Your family has a stories history here, quite legendary actually. We were all so excited to here you would attend this little gathering we put together. To have a Kelly back amongst us ... well, it's quite the honor."

Trent nodded in agreement as he walked on her other side. Castiel glanced over at him and noticed how he kept inhaling Leena's scent as if it were the best thing he had ever smelled. He also licked his lips a few times, his pupils had widened too, all signs of his growing arousal. It wasn't unlike Trent to act on his more animalistic tendencies without warning, but to do so now with this lady and so soon after her arrival might cause issues. Luckily Castiel and Trent had a rather open relationship, they both had other sexual partners both in town and outside of it when they wanted and the vampire could also admire Leena's beauty and sexuality, but he had far greater control of his urges. As the neared the hotel which had glowing lamps hung on both sides of the thick wooden door, he pushed the portal open for Leena to enter first.

"Here we are then." He walked up to the small desk and smiled at the clerk who handed him a key. He turned to Leena and gestured to the winding staircase next to the small lobby. "Aleksei will greet you in the morning, we know you have had a tiring journey and probably wish to unwind a little. If you would follow me please?"

With that he led the way up the stairs, Leena's luggage in one hand, the key in the other while Trent followed behind the lady, his eyes travelling up and down her figure now he was free to admire her without her seeing his gaze.

 

[Asa]

I want to see the old family house. Does it need much repair?

The deeper into nowhere the train had traveled the more sure she was to want to live here permanently. It would be a comfort to not have to worry about what her magic might cause. Nor that feeling of being watched or followed she had everywhere else.

Sleep sounds wonderful. A tad difficult to sleep on the train.

 

[Gabe619]

"I believe the old house is in good repair still. Maybe some cosmetic repair might be needed, paint etc ... I am sure myself and Trent would be more than happy to offer any assistance you might need it that regard." Castiel suggested as he reached the door to your room, unlocked it and entered laying your baggage on a large rug next to an equally large four poster bed. A crackling fire blazed in an ornate fireplace. "I hope the room meets with your approval, Leena. Is there anything else we can do for you before we leave you to rest?"

Trent and Castiel stood side by side watching her as she entered the room. Trent shuffled slightly, fidgeting as his urges began to fight for dominance. Castiel smiled, he knew he would be in for a hard fuck when they got home later, something he was looking forward to.

 

[Asa]

She moved around the room in awe of the ancient and powerfully feel of it all before turning to look at them with the fire lighting around her as she smiled softly the wonder and amazement so innocently warming her expression.

No... I am fine thank you... It's just so much to take in... I can't wait to explore the town tomorrow. I am sure our paths will cross again then. Thanks k you for all of your help and most kind escort.

 

[Gabe619]

Castiel smiled and handed Leena his number. "if you need anything .. anything at all, just call. Until later then, my Lady." He gave her a bow, a small flirtatious smile, then taking Trents hand pulled the Lycan from the room despite the Werelions attempts to stay.

Outside the hotel the two men stopped and relished the cooler air.

"She's hot ... who would have thought a witch would be that hot." Trent mumbled, his sexual excitement obvious by the large bulge in his tight pants.

"You've met beautiful witches before you idiot, why is she so different?" Castiel asked with a laugh as he admired his lovers tented pants.

"I don't know, there's just ... a power in her, her scent was almost overpowering."

"I know what you mean, she was very alluring to me as well. But we must be on our best behaviour ... unless she invites us, you understand my hard sexy lover?"

The vampire pushed his body against Trents, one hand softly caressing the outline of the mans bulge getting a low growl of approval.

"I understand, now lets get you home before i fuck you here in the town square."

 

[Asa]

Once her escort had left she sank into a nice hot bath in the ancient looking copper tub. Her head tilted back against the edge as her eyes closed and let it all sink in that in all reality she was home. She let her mind return to the vampire and feline who were waiting for her and so kind to her. She had no understanding why she was so special to warrant that sort of attention. Two failed marriages to mortals and several flings that never went well she wondered if her grandmother's words of "we are not meant for mortals" should really be "we are not meant for anyone". Maybe this little town would be different and she would love if the feeling of no being followed continued.

 

[Gabe619]

The following morning, Castiel and Trent left their house and journeyed through the village with most of the rest of its inhabitants to the town square. It was supposed to be the official greeting of all the writers this morning followed by more personal one on ones with them or allowing them to tour the town and the countryside close by on their own. Both vamp and lycan were excited to see Leena again, their love making the night before had been more passionate than either could remember in a long time, and they had been together over fifty years now. As they neared the square they saw that the writers were gathering in a small group in front of the hotel they had escorted Leena to the night before. Aleksei was with them, talking quietly but warmly it seemed, welcoming them all all to the town. Castiel and Trent made their way to the front of the crowd, both gazing around to try and see Leena.

 

[Asa]

She stood there listening to Aleksi glancing around looking forward to exploring the town and seeing all the unique beings knowing she could see far more than the mortal writer's could. She nodded to Castiel and Trent when she saw them. A curious note that their energies seemed a bit more relaxed than they were the night before. She was comfortable around them which was a little strange but nice.

Well hello... Feeling... Better?

 

[Gabe619]

"Much better. You looked rested." Castiel replied as the other writers began to chat to other town folk. "What were your plans for today? I recall you wanted to look around town? If you like we could be your guides? We have lived her many, many years. But if you would rather make your own way then of course that's fine too. We are a friendly bunch here."

Trent smiled at Leena, again allowing his hard gaze to admire her body, he had never been shy around females, perhaps it was due to part of his genetic makeup, Lions took what they wanted most of the time, were confident, in charge. Despite the amazing sex of the night before just seeing Leena again stirred his loins.

 

[Asa]

I want to see the house...

She smiled o serving Trent.

Show me?

She wanted to see a of the strange powerful ancient village but she had to see the house.

 

[Gabe619]

"It would be my pleasure, Leena." Trent stated with a quick grin at his partner as he took Leena's hand in his and led her away from the crowd.

Castiel followed close behind, chuckling to himself as he watched his lover and the witch hand in hand before him. He had to admit they made a beautiful pair together, but he wasn't jealous at all. Other than maybe nursing his own desire for the new witch in town. Soon they came to a walled off estate on the outskirts of town. Trent pushed the metal gates open with a rusty squeak and led Leena inside and slowly up a gravel drive way. In front of them stood the house, surrounded by overgrown gardens, trees and hedges. The house itself was medieval in construction, solid stone and wood. It stood upon a slight rise in the land overlooking the town below and was of two floors and a basement. As Castiel had promised although looking rundown a quick glance showed nothing that a hammer and nails and some paint and TLC couldn't fix. As they reached the main front door, a heavy wooden design with elegant floral woodworking etched into it, Castiel held out a heavy metal key to Leena.

"It's your house, my Lady, you should be the first to enter."

 

[Asa]

My... Home...

Her voice a whisper nearly as she just stared at the key. Turning suddenly she looked to one of the plants that seemed prevalent but hidden.

The ink... That that scent... That is a part of the ink...

Suddenly she couldn't get into the house fast enough. Walking in and into the kitchen she picked up a quill on the butcher block island and pulling a scrap of paper from her pocket she quickly found a small jar and dipping the quill she wrote a soft fire in the ancient kitchen fireplace. The scent of the flowers from outside and the spark in her eyes and the fireplace softly sparked to life.

 

[Gabe619]

Castiel and Trent followed Leena inside, casting quizzical looks at each other wondering what the rush suddenly was. Catching up with her in the kitchen they watched as she wrote and as soon as she stopped a bright warm fire suddenly blazed into existence in the previously cold and empty stone fireplace of the old kitchen. Both men looked at each other in awe. It seemed so easy, effortless the way she had done that, just write what she wished and it happened.

"That is quite some power you have there, Leena." Castiel stated with a smile.

 

[Asa]

I wish mom had not hidden it from me untill it was too late. Grandmother always told her we could not do normal for long and tried to warn me that "we are not meant for mortals"

She shook her head and sighed.

I want to believe that it is the ink but I know better. It is something within us... The women of the family line... Some it is strong others it is just a whisper and then apparently there is me... Those that know claim I am of the pure line of the power.

Shrugging she looked to them.

I can focus and prevent the magic. Some things I write it seems the magic sometimes know when it needs to activate within what I write.

 

[Gabe619]

Trent wandered over to look at the paper on which Leena had written. "Do you need training? I am sure some in the village might be able to help ... or perhaps your grandmother left journals in this house you could read. However from what you just showed, however small a display it might be ... i am impressed. Can you make anything happen? Could you write for example that I fall in love with you and it would happen whatever I honestly felt?"

He smiled at her as his eyes twinkled and he slipped one hand onto her waist as Castiel lent against the doorpost of the kitchen and chuckled, shaking his head.

"Or maybe you could write that Trent has the wit not to be so obvious at times." He suggested with a wink.

 

[Asa]

Well for starters I can tell it would be a waste of ink and second be nice to him Castiel that is part of the charm of werefelines and why I tend to prefer them... Well them and vampires.

She smiled.

 

[Gabe619]

Trent flashed Castiel a smug look as he moved into Leena and slipped his arms around her waist.

"You see, our new Witch has good taste, even if she does slum it with vamps."

"You mean like you do?" Castiel laughed moving up to them and hugging his feline lover from behind.

"Well, you do have your benefits, I admit." Trent almost purred before turning his attention back to Leena. "Do you think this old place still has fresh sheets on the bed?"

 

[Asa]

I don't know... We could roam around and make sure it is structurally safe enough to stay and maybe I could see what other little things I could use my powers to fix.

She smiled an almost sad smile as she was not used to such closeness for quite some time after her last divorce. She looked to both of them for a moment as the smile took on a more knowing feel to it.

So have either of you read any of my books?

Many of her paranormal and romance tended to have mmf themes as well as some Femdom angles and from their closeness she suspected their being lovers which tagged at her attraction to bi males as well as felines and vamps. This village her home should.truly prove interesting after all.

 

[Gabe619]

"I have." Admitted Castiel as he let Trent go. "Although i doubt my friend here has, he is more of a sports page type of guy."

Trent smiled at Leena, his powerful arms still around her narrow waist as he shrugged. "It's true I'm afraid, but I promise I will begin your books tonight."

"I enjoyed them, they seemed so ... passionate." The Vampire lent back on the kitchen table watching his lover and the Witch side by side, admiring them. "But I get the feeling that passion you put into your books has been missing from your real life, Leena ... perhaps you made a good choice to come back home after all."

"Yes, indeed, we can certainly help you with whatever passion you require my sexy Witch." The ever subtle Trent stated with a wink.

 

[Asa]

Probably would not be too difficult... Two failed marriages to mortals who claimed they could handle a storm but ran at the first sight of rain so to speak.

She shrugged

One of the reasons I accepted the invite. Put an entire ocean between me and the last one.

She relaxed a little in Trent's embrace.