Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Both As Hateful As the Other ❯ Way Too Confusing ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Loup Garou chan 
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Horror / Occult / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.27.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 144 | Status: Work In Progress
Yum, a bit of limey goodness!
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Horror / Occult / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.27.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 144 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4
By Loup Garou
Who knew a house could have so many twists and turns. Schuyler wove here way around corners and threw doors, all the while hot tears started leaking down her cheek. So stupid... She should have made it towards the front door, but she hadn't been thinking. All she wanted was to get away from those people. They weren't werewolves; they were serial killers, surely. They wanted to kill her. Kidnap her first, and then kill her. Apparently they couldn't let her spill their secret. At this point, Sky'd keep her mouth shut for a thousand years if she could only get out of this house.
Her run had started off with enough speed to make an Olympic runner look bad, but now she was wearing out. The tears emotionally drained her, and seemed to zap her strength. She was deep enough in the house that there was little light, and she couldn't here a thing besides the tic of a clock somewhere. She ran into one more door, and in the dim light saw that it was a bathroom. Automatically she shoved the door shut with her foot and locked it behind her back. Her hand felt only the wall for a switch, and after finding it light flooded the bathroom. If she had taken her time she would have noticed it a spacious and well decorated bathroom. With an old fashioned twist, but lovely and clean. But she didn't see all this, all she saw was her wide eyes, red with tears, and the tremble of her lips.
To her knees she fell gasping for air as tears still flowed. She whimpered and sniffled, but over all she wasn't a loud crier. How could she get out of here? She was thoroughly lost inside this house with a full family of psychos claiming to be some supernatural beast. For all she knew they could be on some sort of drug. The gold eyes were contact... The nails fake. Deep down, she was obviously kidding herself. But doing so calmed her down a bit. Her vision wasn't as blurred with tears now that they stopped falling so face. They cooled on her cheeks and left salty tracks.
Falling to her knees, Schuyler rested her cheek against the cool sink. Deeply she groaned.
Suddenly there was a pounding on her door. It caused her to jump and squeal. Puffy red eyes stared terrified.
“Baby, we've gotta talk. There's so much more you need to know. This wasn't meant to hurt you... I...”
“Wasn't meant to hurt me!? Are you crazy!? Of course you are! What's wrong with you people!?”
There was a sigh from the other side of the door, and then silence. She thought that Marco had left her alone.
“I wanted to share this gift with you and be together forever. I really do love you,” murmured his deep voice.
Schuyler didn't know what to say, so she remained quiet. She had thought she had loved him too, but now she wasn't so sure. Sad to say, but love does have conditions, doesn't it?
“Please open this door, I promise you will not be harmed by anyone,” he pleaded.
“Who else is out there?” She began considering coming out.
“No one, they are still at the dining table,” he brought his hand up and scratch lightly at the door.
The dinner table seemed miles away now, this brightened her heart a little. Though she was unsure of Marco now, a familiar face was always welcomed.
“You promise?”
“Cross my heart hope to die.” She could practically feel his smile.
“You aren't forgiven, you know... I hope you DO stick a needle in your eye,” she mumbled bitterly. Despite that, the lock on the door clicked back, and she pulled the door open. Light flooded the dim room, which she recognized as a parlor now that she had calmed. Marco was standing off to the side to allow ample room for her to move. He must as have sensed that she was like a deer and would probably bolt at any minute still.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She looked forlornly at him.
“You must understand that we are not monsters. That this is a gift that we offer to you with the best of intentions. You also must understand that we can't allow you to move on, and possible tell outsiders of this,” Marco explained calmly.
“So you're forcing me and taking away the life I know just for your own pleasure?” When it was put like that it sounded horrible.... Like the other way didn't. Still, Marco looked ashamed at least.
“I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner. Even my mother was furious at this fact, but please know I never meant to hurt you,” now his pleas sounded a bit desperate.
“I need to get out of here. I really don't know...”
“I'm sorry, but you can't leave until we have an answer.”
Schuyler sighed, this wasn't surprising. She should have known that they wouldn't let her go home.
“So, I guess I have to spend the night?” At this Marco nodded. Sky lowered her head and sniffed a bit. Of course... This isn't going to get better.
“Please take me to a room and leave me alone, I have a lot to think over.” Marco nodded, and turned slowly indicating that she should follow. And she did, silently. They traveled up two flights of back stairs, and thankfully they met no one along the way. They stopped on what she assumed was the third floor. Here there was the light of several fixtures set on the wall. He led her along to a room at the end. Schuyler slid past him without another word, and closed the door behind herself. She felt Marco linger at her door for a while, but then moved away.
The bed was soft and inviting. She didn't give second thought to collapsing on the bed, fully clothed and falling into a deep but troubled sleep.
Someone was kissing her lips. Softly running their tongue over them and nibbling softly. They reddened and plump with the administrations. They parted and left of a soft moan. A plea for more. And then the hands came. Starting at her thighs; caressing the soft inner skin. Sending shivers up her spine, as well as tickling. The lips on hers moved away and dragged themselves down her neck. They nipped several times, each time a bit harder. With each bite the hands moved further up her body, setting a trail of fire. Her stomach curled with a growing lust and a tingle started between her legs.
The hands, they were now cupping her breast. Kneading them slowly in careful circles. A pressure landed on her lower body as someone laid their pelvis against hers. She felt a hardness, and not being a naive girl, she knew what it was. It only brought a flare to her lust. Those hand were driving her crazy. Another had snaked its way down and under her. It caressed her butt, massaging it just as well as her breasts. It didn't strike her odd that she was naked or that she couldn't see anything.
And suddenly there was a whirl of movement. She was flipped over. Moved against her will on top of her mysterious lover. It was apparent he was strong, controlling her body with simple movements. She didn't even protest it. Her bare breast were against a hard, solid chest. It took her a moment more to realize they were sitting up with her straddling his lap. Even with her position of sudden control, she hesitated on what to do.
The male bucked his hips up into her. She gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder. Their naked bodies created a sweaty heat. They were slick against each other. His hands reach down and lifted her up with surprising ease. He supported her under her ass. Making her feel exposed. Schuyler quivered as sudden realization hit her.
Right below her was his pulsating cock. Prepared for her. Ready to make her his. He was already lowering down towards it.
“Wait!” She cried suddenly feeling things were going too fast. But her silent predator didn't pause, she was still moving closer to being impaled. But he did capture her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushing into her mouth, cutting off all words, and covering her protests. The girl whimpered, and tightened her grip on him. But then she felt the first touch of his dick on her moist pussy lips.
With a shove she pushed back. It was hard enough to send her backwards off the male's lap. She fell towards the floor.
“Ahh!” She thought she was going to hit the floor and end up with a bit of bruising, but instead her back landed against enveloping softness and fluff. Her limbs stopped flailing quickly. Her mystery lover disappeared. Her eyes opened, and a blinding light flooded her senses.
Schuyler woke up in the bed she went to bed in. The sun streamed in through a window with open curtains. It was warming, demanding that she threw back the covers. With the blankets shoved away, Sky realized she was no longer in her dinner clothes. Now she wore a light night gown. It was sunny yellow, lacy and left little to the imagination. Who changed her? Had she had been so far gone last night she didn't notice someone come into her room and strip her clothing? With embarrassment she felt that she didn't even have underwear or a bra on anymore. Her cheeks flushed.
There was a knock. The confused girl jumped. “Who...Who is it?”
“Sky, I've got breakfast for you if you're willing.” It was Marco, trying to play the caring host. But her new home was only a decorated cage. Or her tomb if she doesn't figure a way out.
Who knew a house could have so many twists and turns. Schuyler wove here way around corners and threw doors, all the while hot tears started leaking down her cheek. So stupid... She should have made it towards the front door, but she hadn't been thinking. All she wanted was to get away from those people. They weren't werewolves; they were serial killers, surely. They wanted to kill her. Kidnap her first, and then kill her. Apparently they couldn't let her spill their secret. At this point, Sky'd keep her mouth shut for a thousand years if she could only get out of this house.
Her run had started off with enough speed to make an Olympic runner look bad, but now she was wearing out. The tears emotionally drained her, and seemed to zap her strength. She was deep enough in the house that there was little light, and she couldn't here a thing besides the tic of a clock somewhere. She ran into one more door, and in the dim light saw that it was a bathroom. Automatically she shoved the door shut with her foot and locked it behind her back. Her hand felt only the wall for a switch, and after finding it light flooded the bathroom. If she had taken her time she would have noticed it a spacious and well decorated bathroom. With an old fashioned twist, but lovely and clean. But she didn't see all this, all she saw was her wide eyes, red with tears, and the tremble of her lips.
To her knees she fell gasping for air as tears still flowed. She whimpered and sniffled, but over all she wasn't a loud crier. How could she get out of here? She was thoroughly lost inside this house with a full family of psychos claiming to be some supernatural beast. For all she knew they could be on some sort of drug. The gold eyes were contact... The nails fake. Deep down, she was obviously kidding herself. But doing so calmed her down a bit. Her vision wasn't as blurred with tears now that they stopped falling so face. They cooled on her cheeks and left salty tracks.
Falling to her knees, Schuyler rested her cheek against the cool sink. Deeply she groaned.
Suddenly there was a pounding on her door. It caused her to jump and squeal. Puffy red eyes stared terrified.
“Baby, we've gotta talk. There's so much more you need to know. This wasn't meant to hurt you... I...”
“Wasn't meant to hurt me!? Are you crazy!? Of course you are! What's wrong with you people!?”
There was a sigh from the other side of the door, and then silence. She thought that Marco had left her alone.
“I wanted to share this gift with you and be together forever. I really do love you,” murmured his deep voice.
Schuyler didn't know what to say, so she remained quiet. She had thought she had loved him too, but now she wasn't so sure. Sad to say, but love does have conditions, doesn't it?
“Please open this door, I promise you will not be harmed by anyone,” he pleaded.
“Who else is out there?” She began considering coming out.
“No one, they are still at the dining table,” he brought his hand up and scratch lightly at the door.
The dinner table seemed miles away now, this brightened her heart a little. Though she was unsure of Marco now, a familiar face was always welcomed.
“You promise?”
“Cross my heart hope to die.” She could practically feel his smile.
“You aren't forgiven, you know... I hope you DO stick a needle in your eye,” she mumbled bitterly. Despite that, the lock on the door clicked back, and she pulled the door open. Light flooded the dim room, which she recognized as a parlor now that she had calmed. Marco was standing off to the side to allow ample room for her to move. He must as have sensed that she was like a deer and would probably bolt at any minute still.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She looked forlornly at him.
“You must understand that we are not monsters. That this is a gift that we offer to you with the best of intentions. You also must understand that we can't allow you to move on, and possible tell outsiders of this,” Marco explained calmly.
“So you're forcing me and taking away the life I know just for your own pleasure?” When it was put like that it sounded horrible.... Like the other way didn't. Still, Marco looked ashamed at least.
“I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner. Even my mother was furious at this fact, but please know I never meant to hurt you,” now his pleas sounded a bit desperate.
“I need to get out of here. I really don't know...”
“I'm sorry, but you can't leave until we have an answer.”
Schuyler sighed, this wasn't surprising. She should have known that they wouldn't let her go home.
“So, I guess I have to spend the night?” At this Marco nodded. Sky lowered her head and sniffed a bit. Of course... This isn't going to get better.
“Please take me to a room and leave me alone, I have a lot to think over.” Marco nodded, and turned slowly indicating that she should follow. And she did, silently. They traveled up two flights of back stairs, and thankfully they met no one along the way. They stopped on what she assumed was the third floor. Here there was the light of several fixtures set on the wall. He led her along to a room at the end. Schuyler slid past him without another word, and closed the door behind herself. She felt Marco linger at her door for a while, but then moved away.
The bed was soft and inviting. She didn't give second thought to collapsing on the bed, fully clothed and falling into a deep but troubled sleep.
Someone was kissing her lips. Softly running their tongue over them and nibbling softly. They reddened and plump with the administrations. They parted and left of a soft moan. A plea for more. And then the hands came. Starting at her thighs; caressing the soft inner skin. Sending shivers up her spine, as well as tickling. The lips on hers moved away and dragged themselves down her neck. They nipped several times, each time a bit harder. With each bite the hands moved further up her body, setting a trail of fire. Her stomach curled with a growing lust and a tingle started between her legs.
The hands, they were now cupping her breast. Kneading them slowly in careful circles. A pressure landed on her lower body as someone laid their pelvis against hers. She felt a hardness, and not being a naive girl, she knew what it was. It only brought a flare to her lust. Those hand were driving her crazy. Another had snaked its way down and under her. It caressed her butt, massaging it just as well as her breasts. It didn't strike her odd that she was naked or that she couldn't see anything.
And suddenly there was a whirl of movement. She was flipped over. Moved against her will on top of her mysterious lover. It was apparent he was strong, controlling her body with simple movements. She didn't even protest it. Her bare breast were against a hard, solid chest. It took her a moment more to realize they were sitting up with her straddling his lap. Even with her position of sudden control, she hesitated on what to do.
The male bucked his hips up into her. She gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder. Their naked bodies created a sweaty heat. They were slick against each other. His hands reach down and lifted her up with surprising ease. He supported her under her ass. Making her feel exposed. Schuyler quivered as sudden realization hit her.
Right below her was his pulsating cock. Prepared for her. Ready to make her his. He was already lowering down towards it.
“Wait!” She cried suddenly feeling things were going too fast. But her silent predator didn't pause, she was still moving closer to being impaled. But he did capture her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushing into her mouth, cutting off all words, and covering her protests. The girl whimpered, and tightened her grip on him. But then she felt the first touch of his dick on her moist pussy lips.
With a shove she pushed back. It was hard enough to send her backwards off the male's lap. She fell towards the floor.
“Ahh!” She thought she was going to hit the floor and end up with a bit of bruising, but instead her back landed against enveloping softness and fluff. Her limbs stopped flailing quickly. Her mystery lover disappeared. Her eyes opened, and a blinding light flooded her senses.
Schuyler woke up in the bed she went to bed in. The sun streamed in through a window with open curtains. It was warming, demanding that she threw back the covers. With the blankets shoved away, Sky realized she was no longer in her dinner clothes. Now she wore a light night gown. It was sunny yellow, lacy and left little to the imagination. Who changed her? Had she had been so far gone last night she didn't notice someone come into her room and strip her clothing? With embarrassment she felt that she didn't even have underwear or a bra on anymore. Her cheeks flushed.
There was a knock. The confused girl jumped. “Who...Who is it?”
“Sky, I've got breakfast for you if you're willing.” It was Marco, trying to play the caring host. But her new home was only a decorated cage. Or her tomb if she doesn't figure a way out.