Page 6 of Hunted on Halloween
She wanted to reach out and touch him, to offer him comfort. How did one offer a monster comfort? She didn’t know, but the feeling that this night was different, that nothing she thought was going to happen would happen, that the future was changing. And she was somehow in the epicenter of it all. That was too much to think about. She needed something else to occupy her mind, and fast.
“What does committing the ultimate act of treason mean to you?” It made no sense; he was a monster. How could a monster think in terms of treason?
“Treason, to betray myself. It is the act of killing the innocent.” When he turned back around, she could see his eyes, the ones that she thought were black, that were dark and meant somehow that his soul was dark, were actually navy. And they were clear. And she could see understanding, a beginning of knowledge in his eyes. This conversation was over. It was in his eyes.
Tia wanted to reach out, pluck the knowledge she saw forming behind his eyes, and give it to herself so she could understand what the heck was going on. He walked over with a growl and picked her up. That growl resonated within her being.
She could feel her heart beat faster. Her breasts felt like someone had caressed them. Her pussy moistened even more. His growl spoke to her. It was like an unfamiliar language that resonated within her. He picked her up and took her to the bathroom.
“Strip,” he commanded. What the hell? No, there was no way that was happening. “Strip.” His voice resonated through the room like an echo attacking her on all sides.
She was wet and muddy. Yep, she needed to strip. Turning around, she gave him her back while she took off all her clothes. She watched out of the side of her eye as he went to the tub, turned on the shower, and then walked out.
Well, that was easy, huh? Maybe he liked his food clean. She shivered because unfortunately, she wasn’t thinking of him eating her with a knife and a fork, more like with his tongue and his mouth. Yeah, she shivered again.
She got in the shower and reached for her favorite shower gel because if he was thinking what she was thinking, this night was going to end differently. Should she be ashamed of herself? He was a monster, right? Why would she want at any point in time to make love to a monster? How could her body betray her like this? It was like she was a passenger in her own body. And yet that wasn’t true either.
Tia knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted to do. She took her time in the shower, unsure of what to do next. The thought of sex. Well, it had been a long time, but she could also get dressed.
She was sure that she had some clothes in the bathroom that were clean and dry, somewhere and then she could make another run for the door. But if he caught her the first time, he’d catch her again. What was she supposed to do? Run continually? I mean, until time was over, and they were gone? What was happening? Was that what her mother, and the others were doing?
For the first time in her life, and maybe the last, it was time to face her fate. Getting out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and dried off. Then she took another towel, wrapping it around her body.
She left the bathroom. Because sometimes it doesn’t matter who you are. You really have to face your fate.
“What is your name?” She asked.
“Tieran, yours?”
“Tia.”
“Beautiful Tia.” He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled. She ended up on his lap.
“Oh no, absolutely not, until you tell me why you didn’t want to commit what you call treason.” She stopped the hand that was trying to caress her thigh.
That didn’t stop her from placing her hand on his chest or wiggling on his lap to get comfortable, nor did it stop her from feeling the very human-like or monstrous, human-like growth he had going on between his thighs. She really wanted to take a trip down under.
He laughed, but it was self-derogatory. It wasn’t something that made her feel comfortable.
“I don’t understand. Explain, please.” Did she have the right to ask him to explain? Probably not, but then again, she was sitting on his lap in nothing but a towel. He was the one who broke down her door and her bathroom door. So yes, she did have a right to ask him to explain. Every thirty years, All Hallows' comes.
“All Hallows'?” She tilted her head, looking for an answer.
“The time you cAll Hallows'een, we call All Hallows'.”
“All right, I got it, go on.”
“You’re necrotechs.”
“All right, stop. What is a necrotech?” This conversation was already getting away from her.
“A necrotech is a term that was derived from a magic user, usually a bad magic user, and a scientist. Your scientists once, from what I understand, used to be some of the best in the land. And then one day, they started destroying your world.”
“Don’t know why, don’t know how, don’t care. All I know is that they came to my world. This world belongs to me and mine.”
She wanted to defend her people, to stand up and scream no way. What she’d seen him do with that oak was something none of the people she knew could do. It was one of the reasons no one except her mother knew what she could do with the flowers.
“Through whatever mumbo-jumbo whispered words they had, they somehow transported, or pushed everyone who lived here into their dying world and created the veil between the two worlds that fails once every thirty years on All Hallows'.” He ran his finger down her cheek until he reached her neck. His hand stayed caressing her. “Then they did something even worse than that. Call it a curse, scientific mumbo-jumbo, or call it black magic. It doesn’t matter what you call it.
