A Night - Chapter Two: Unexpected Vistors

Have thee ever wondered upon the concept of time? One either has to much or not enough, as the saying goes. I find, for myself, t'would appear that the phenomena of to much time occurs in those nights when I do await the rise of Solaris; that wonderful orb we dine to honor by dubbing it thus, "the sun". 1

I must needs contact Andrus...yes, he will know...2

Blackness is not really black you know. T'is filled up with these wonderful lights that spin and flash before Ones eyes. Almost hypnotic in the way they do spiral and float with in space.3

Stop the bleeding first M'Lady...but t'is so little blood....4

When One finds themselves with in blackness t'will be a delight to discover that One floats! T'is not unlike being immersed with in a large pool bursting with feathers that have the unique quality of holding thee aloft.
Note to self: M'Lady thee must needs get thee one of these wonderful beds; end note.5

Raise thyself up from off of the ground and get thee moving M'lady...why?...6

T'is surprisingly easy for One to dismiss obligations or needs when One can not feel their body. Thee should try it some time, only I would suggest that when thee does, you might wish to do it when thou doth not have blood draining from thy body at a rapid, alarming rate. I assure you that thee might actually enjoy the bodiless sensation. T'is quite refreshing as well as relaxing; not unlike leaping from a cliff and letting the air rush over thy naked body.7

GET THEE UP!8

Slowly I cracked My eyes open just a fraction, only to see nothing. See, nothing there! Thus said, I promptly closed them again.9

I have perused many a tale, legend and folk lore with in the scope of my studies over the years, thus I can honestly say that I know of many intimately.
There is one in particular though which seems to have captivated my imagination over the years. May hap thee has heard of this tale, Hercules and the Wagoner. T'was written by the classic faery tale writer himself, Aesop, some time during the age of 550 BC.
T'is an interestingly short tale of how a farmer and his horses become stuck fast with in the mud. The farmer beseeches his Lordship Hercules for aid. Needless to say Hercules dines to appear to said farmer and promptly admonishes him by saying, "Tut, man, don't sprawl there. Get up and put your shoulder to the wheel." 10

Doth thee wish to die?....The thought has crossed my mind a time or two....11

The Gods' help those whom dine to assist themselves. With this last sluggish thought crossing my mind, I promptly turned, running into the awaiting arms of Nidra; other wise known as unconsciousness.12

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How long hath thee stood here pondering upon this issue of the lady? Raising my head, looking across the room, I gaged the time upon my clock, that which resides upon my wall. T'is known as a millennium clock, one which turns, curiously, upon its access backwards, yet can tell time down to the nanosecond. To my surprise it has been half past an hour.
And what hath thee learned with in this time M'Lady? Nothing. I have learned not a thing that is of use to me. Sighing, I begin stretching, thus relieving the tension that has built from my being idol for such an extended period of time.
Reaching down, I proceed to unbuckle my heels, only to hiss with pain for the straps have cut into the skin upon both of mine ankles.
T'is the results I derive from standing with in them for such a long period. Who invented these wicked devices of torture? Ah, but the better question would be that of why must I place them willingly upon mine own body?
Shaking my head and laughing softly as I seat myself upon the floor, I quickly remove them and then place my hands over the cuts, forming a type of cup over the lacerations. With practiced ease I allow my mind to slide into a light trance; thus allowing me to quickly locate the injured areas so that I may begin to 'knit' them back together.
T'is an easy process, one that I have enacted since the time of my childhood. All one needs do is imagine a green light, once you can see it, then finding the center, dive in. T'is truly easy.14

"Naaa.....ahhhhh...." An echoing half heard sound, suddenly shattering though my mind, thus breaking my concentration.15

What??? My eyes fly open as I freeze listening; straining to hear even the tiniest of sounds that are not a part of my home. Yet all is quite, save for my clock and the crackling of the dying fire. In fact there is not even an indication that there had been a sound. 16

I happened upon an interesting fellow one eve years past. He was truly ordinary to gaze upon; possessing tattered clothing, long stringy grey hair and gnarled hands. Sadly, ashamed as I am to say, if had not been for an odd feature that he did possess, I would have missed his words of wisdom. The afore mentioned feature was that of one green and one blue eye.
T'was due to this that I had dined to watch, thus listening in on the conversation betwixt himself and one other soul of his ilk.
"...all I'm try'in to say is that ye should'a gone and checked! I would'a!" And with this he took another drink of his beer before continuing. "Thas yer problem ma boy. Thas why ya lossed e'rything. Ye has ta stay on yer toes. If'n ya hear a odd noise, go an check i' out!" Then he slammed his fist into the table.
T'was rather enlighteningly good advice at the time; thus I feel t'would be prudent to adhere and heed in this my current situation.17

Being mindful of my feet, I arose carefully from the floor and walked rather painfully over to a wall, trying to keep as much blood as possible from touching any of the rugs.
Upon arriving at the wall, I proceeded to place my hands out flat against it, possibly looking akin to Atlas, though holding a wall in place of the Earth.
Leaning my head forward and speaking softly, as to a small child, "Chaneek."
Soundlessly a section of the wall, previously non-distinguishable from the rest, pulls backwards a few inches; then just as soundlessly slides straight up and out of sight.
With in this hidden recess resides controls thus allowing me to access my security system. Mind thee, t'is only a terminal, monitor and fold out keyboard, for the actual system controls are housed with in another section of my home.
Quickly and with confidence I switch through different video feeds; property grounds, pathway to my home, pond, interior rooms, subterranean caverns etc. All appears as it should. Frowning, I press a button thus bringing up the alarm system and accompanying logs. Again there appears to be nothing out of the ordinary.
Okay, so t'is not mundane derived. Hmm...
Re-folding the keyboard so that it sits snugly against the monitor, I press a button and watch as the wall panel silently slides back into place; once again hiding that which is with in. Turning, thus placing my back to the wall, I lean back and slide to a sitting position upon the floor yet again.
Taking a deep breath, so as to quiet my mind, I close my eyes and allow mine own shields to drop, thus opening myself to the energies that are a part of my home. Swiftly I expand my awareness, checking my home and grounds. Nothing, all is as it should be. T'is almost to perfect, I think to myself.
On impulse I dine to expand even further, leaving the protection of mine own lands. Allowing my awareness to seek outside of my sanctuary.
Instantly my mind is bombarded with sound, images, and sensations. Cringing, for t'is an almost physically painful experience, I set about sorting the different pieces of information. After the passage of some time, in which all that I gained was frustration for not having located anything of use, I return to mine own body. 18

Returning unto One's body after a period of prolong absence is not unlike being dropped from a hight of at least a few feet. Typically the experience does not bother me, unfortunately I do not tend to work when I am injured. Thus I was not expecting the pain that assaulted my senses upon regaining awareness of my surrounding.
Hissing with pain, as my ankles remind me of their own dilemma, I carefully arranged my legs into a cross legged position. Leaning forward slightly from my waist, I yet again placed my palms upon the wounds. "Now to attend to thee pain, for thou art an annoyance." I did proceed to rectify my self inflicted injuries.
Once finished, I arose, being careful and mindful of mine own movements so as to not stress the newly healed flesh; which by now t'was only visible as faint pink lines upon both ankles but other then that, nothing was left to mark where the straps had cut into the skin.
Nodding with satisfaction, I wandered over to where the professed blood thirsty heels lay upon the floor. Bending down I scooped them up, turned, then walked over to a mirrored panel. Reaching out I pressed on the left edge of the panel then stepped back as it opened, revealing a walk-in dressing and closet area.
Rows of clothing hung from thirteen shelving areas. All arranged by color and size or length depending upon the outfit. One wall was dedicated to nothing but footwear. These consisted of anything from a soft slipper or sandal down the line to a hip high set of patent leather spike heeled boots. With in the center of all sat a vanity, elegantly carved from marble and housing many different devices for one to use when "dolling" themselves up for what ever was occasioned . The entire room having been painted to resemble that of a Victorian courtesan.
What was I thinking? It felt like a tome, yet smelled of cedar and lavender.
Glancing down upon my heels I made a mental note to have them cleaned, for the blood upon the straps was not exactly becoming. Well, for most people of the human race that is.
Replacing them into their reserved place, I quickly divested my body of its coverings, letting it fall, thus resembling a tragic muse upon my floor. My breasts, aching from their confinement, and my back, from the half corset of the gown, thus combined compelled me forward, quickening my step as I headed for relief that only a hot bath with in a jetted tub can offer.19

Closing the mirrored panel behind me, I walked naked to the far end of my room where sat a rather ornate, seven foot blind depicting, in black and white relief save for two rather strategically placed area's of pink, the scene of two women, lost to the troughs of ecstasy.
Smiling, I ducked behind it and through the passage way leading to my bathing chamber.20

Flipping on the lights, two recessed areas of soft luminescence set high with in a ceiling of black and white marble, reveals a large area dominated by what appears to be a large, deep, pool which has been carved from solid stone.
Arrayed on the edges of this pool are three different types of ferns and a myriad of little nooks containing bottles, books and a phone. Upon three of the walls are beautiful paintings depicting oceanic vistas as seen from below the waters of some far off worlds.
Stopping near the entrance, I reach my hand out to a panel that is set at my eye level. Pressing a button, the room is suddenly filled with the sounds of a softly rolling surf, as heard at dusk when one is relaxing upon the beach.
Sighing contentedly I walk over to the tub and flipping back a part of the stone, thus revealing yet more controls and knobs, I begin setting the temperature of my water. Once finished, with the sounds of the water rushing into the tub from four spouts mixed with the ambiance of the surf, I quickly pick out a bottle of jasmine oil and dispense a few drops into the water. Placing the bottle back, I reach out and place my hand under the water to test the temperature.
Ah, t'is just as I desire it to be. One never knows what technology will or will not do when one desires such.
Glancing into the bottom of the pool, thus seeing that t'is a third of the way full, I quickly climb in and lay back into the water. A shiver of sheer delight assaults my body causing goose bumps to raise upon my flesh; as well as hardening my pale nipples into hard peaks. Smiling to myself, I slide backwards so that one of the jets of water can run over my body, enveloping me with it its warmth, placing me with in a cocoon of relaxation. Sighing I closed my eyes and allow myself to begin floating; my mind quieting from the days events as I imagine waves caressing my body.21

"CARACK!"22

Instant pain assaulted my mind as the shields that I have layered around my home are breached.
In one fluid motion, my eyes watering, I swung into an upright position, half crouching with in the water.23

Has thee ever seen one of those cinematic movies in which the director depicts some demoiselle caught unawares with in the bathroom while the horrific, yet beguiling creature is coming upon her? It rips the curtain aside and she screams! Only to realize t'is her lover.
Well, fortunately, I did not scream, I knew not the visitor, though I knew as to what it was.24

T'was the smell which first alerted me; a vial mixture, equal parts sulphur and dead rotting meat, causing biel to arise and enter mine own throat.
Upon the wall sitting to the back of my tub, completely defying gravity as it reclined in a lazy, lax position, was a creature of approximately seven and a half feet in hight. Possessed of bluish-grey, shimmering skin; a muscular torso for which I am most certain that most of the human male population would have killed for; legs of which were thinner then mine own forearms; both hands and feet tipped in long needle like talons and a face t'would cause an angel to cry for it's beauty. 25

A DEAMON! IN MY HOME!26

Did I imply that I did not scream? Please forgive my lapse in honesty, for I did preceed to scream, t'were out of sheer and utter ire!
May hap t'was more of a growl scream then a true scream. All I know is that I was a very, very, unhappy, naked, wet, tired woman and IT was in my home with out MY explicit permission.27

"Get thee gone Deamon, thee are not welcome here!" I hissed out between clenched teeth as I began funneling energy into my fingers. Bringing about an eery reddish-purple glow which flickered along their length.
Yawning, he dropped his right hand down betwixt his legs and began pulling upon his phallus, with short purposeful jerks. Causing it to engorge grotesquely and turn a sickly yellow.
With a lopsided grin he drawled out, "Come Milady, I know what it is you desire. Because I can see into your foul heart." and with this said he launched himself toward me.
Flipping backwards out of the tub, I landed in a crouch upon the floor some three feet away just as the deamon sailed with a thud and a rather spectacular splash into mine own tub.
Brushing my hair out of my eyes I called out to him, "T'is about time thee took a bath!" Thus said I proceeded to erect shielding about my body. An iridescent bubble of swirling reds, purples, and silvers instantly formed around my body. Highlighting my curves; accenting my skin, hair and plunging my eyes into darkness.
Roaring in outrage he leapt to the ceiling,, clinging as if for dear life. A rather humorous expression of loathing and disgust upon his face. I was rather pleased to note that his phallus had dined to burrow itself deep betwixt his legs, appearing as if he had chosen to changed sex.
Baring his teeth, brilliantly white fangs of approximately two inches each, he spat out, "You will regret that bitch!" and snarling, thus flung himself yet again toward me.28

"FREZOP!"29

Imagine, if thee will, for a moment the scene before mine own eyes.30

A rather large bathing room, dominated by a stone tub which fills all save a six by thirteen foot area. The sounds of the surf crashing upon the shore, and water every where. All is bathed in black and white save for two objects.
Crouched upon the floor, one knee thrust forward and both hands arrayed facing outwards, palms placed up, is a naked woman, white hair plastered to her body, eyes flashing red; surrounded by a transparent sphere of light.
The other is suspended mid-air. A look of surprise upon its face. his naked, oddly formed body stretched out full length, hands bearing gleaming needle like claws and a mouth full of teeth thrust forward. It is surrounded by a twin sphere of blinding white light.
The two are connected by a thin stream of white sparkling energy which originates from the woman's hands.31

"What the Fuck!" The deamon, muscles bunching, making as to appear that there are many worms and unspeakable insects residing beneath his skin, attempted to move but found, much to his consternation, that he was held fast. "Let me go Cunt!" His eye, rolling wildly, "Do you know who I am!? " I could feel him gaining power.
"Ah but the question should be whether or not I doth care one way or the other." And thus said I began forming a dimensional portal beneath him.
T'is an easy feat, to be more precise, t'is generally easy when One's opponent is not a deamon that One is holding suspended in stasis five feet above the floor and they are tired. 32

"My master will have your head for this! He will rip it off your pretty little body and fuck your brains out though your eye sockets!"
I had the portal half formed and could feel the long day pressing down upon my reserves; sapping what little energy I had left. Sadly, t'was not enough for the deamon choose that instant to exert all of his energy upon my stasis field.33

Hath thee ever seen what occurs with an egg when one drops it upon a tile floor? I am sure that thee has, and thus you now know that which, my beautiful sphere of energy, did resemble.34

"Hah!!" and he promptly hit the floor. "Fuck!!" 35

When one leaps from off of a high dive, and misses, thus smacking into the water instead of diving in, they experience the feeling of having just hit into a concrete wall.
I imagine t'is akin to how the deamon must have felt as he hit the water covered stone of my bathing room floor; I did wince in sympathy.
T'is quite comical to see this look upon said deamons face, for he did appear to have had his very breath knocked from him. Made even more so if thee considers that ninety-nine percent of the deamon populace does not have an issue with gravity.
Quickly, for he was now laying over the portal, I concentrated upon its completion.
"That fucking hurt you whore!"
"Then why doth thee not float?" Foolishly I glanced up and watched as his face transformed into a mixture of shock and anger though still managing a look of chagrin.
"Times up bitch!" Throwing himself the last few feet at me; his claws impaling deep with in my shoulders, we both slid across the floor thus hitting into the wall.
I cried out at the pain now flooding my chest and racing down my arms. His weight atop my body was massive, causing me to feel as if I were being crushed, unable to breath. Not a good combination for me. I am highly claustrophobic in certain situations. Unfortunately for the deamon, this was one of them.36

Satisfied that I was helpless, he leaned down and licked my face; from my chin up along my cheek to my eye. Leaving behind saliva and grinning as he looked down the length of my body. "Such a delicious morsel." Bowing his head he buried his face with in my neck, then inhaled deeply. "It is to bad that I am not allowed to kill you." He purred.37

I panicked, there is no other word for it. Overcome with complete and utter fear I reacted on instinct and pushed.
T'was not a push of my body, for my arms were incapacitated and he was atop me; nay t'were from deep with in mine own mind.
With a flash of brilliant red light he was hurled backwards, slammed into the side of my tub.
I lay there gasping, trying to get my breath under control and to not hyper-ventilate as blood began trickling out of my wounds; causing warm rivulets to run over my cold body.
I do not have time for this. Quickly I checked the damage, nothing to bad, I only had ten holes though my body. Using the residual energy that was coursing though my system due to my panic attack, I centered it around the holes, stemming the flow of blood until it stopped. T'would have to do for now.
Carefully I sat up and saw him slouched by my tub. If one could get past your vial manners one could almost like thee. I thought. Standing, I walked over to him and looked at him with a mixture of pity and regret. I feel for thee, I thought, yea can not be anything other then what you are can thee? Created to be violent, yet filled with such passion that it drives thee mad.
Shaking my head, I reached down, wrapping my hands around his leg, and began to try and slide him toward the dimensional portal.
Oh my! Thee has definitely been eating well.
The floor was slippery, which was not helping my cause at all. Slipping I fell with a thud upon mine own bottom, managing to end up with his leg over my shoulder. Thus pinning me down yet again.
T'is getting old real fast. Closing my eyes I took as deep of a breath as I could, then opening them I began focusing energy into my hands. My intention had been to move him energy wise, I did not get the chance.
Suddenly my throat was en-folded with in a rather large, nasty, clawed foot. Oh did I tell thee? Deamons can use their feet as hands.
I watched, trying desperately to remove his foot from my neck, as he sat up, his eyes glowing a sickly yellow color.
A growl, heard from low with in his belly, emanated from him. T'was the kind that makes the hairs on the back of ones neck and body stand on end.
"You just fucked up for the last time." The words seemed to caress my body. Or was that the lack of oxygen to my brain?
As my vision began to narrow, I watched as he pulled his hand back, claws fully extended.
"Ya could 'ave let me have my fun..but nooo..." And down came those wicked claws.38

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!...................NAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!.............."39

The sound ripped though my mind, paralyzing me. Causing me to be pulled from my body. Plunged into inky darkness. It echoed, bouncing around, causing pain and disorientation; though not physical, for I could not feel my body. T'was all with in my mind!
With that thought, I managed to orient myself. Well as best as anyone can when One is not with their own body.40

"Please No..." A whispered, pleading voice echoed around me. Forming half seen colors, moving as if part of a spring morning fog with in this place of darkness.41

"What have you done to me witch?!" T'was the deamon and he actually sounded scared. Looking around I could not see him.
"T'was not my doing which formed this." I replied.42

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!......"43

Pain yet again ripped though my mind, feeling as if some one had just plunged a thousand needles at the same time with in my brain. Far off, almost as if from a great distance, I could hear the deamon cry out in pain as well.
After what seemed like an eternity, the pain receded, leaving behind the feeling of an open wound that has just been scoured with a wire pad.
"Who art thee?" I cried out.
"You know who I am bitch!" The deamon sounded as if he would kill me, permission or no.
"Nay not thee idiot!" I wish I had hands at the moment in which I could have held mine own head for it did so hurt. "The owner of that voice."
"Oh, well...yeah that..." And he fell silent. Was that a hint of sheepishness I had just heard with in his voice?
"Doth thee know who t'is causing this Deamon?" 44

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....?"45

Again, my mind was assaulted, thought this time t'was much worse. It felt akin to some one reaching in and attempting to pry my mind apart with bare hands that had been coated in salt.
Screaming,, I did manage to take my head in my hands, thrashing about on the floor of my bathing room. Caught between reality, mystery and that pain.
Dimly I heard and felt as the deamon screamed and thrashed about as well.
My world became nothing save for the pain. Wave upon wave of searing, blinding pain. My entire being screaming out for it to stop. Thinking that I must needs contact Andrus. My mentor and teacher.46

"...yes, he will know..." A soft distant whisper.47

Amid all of the pain I saw thy body, lacerations criss-crossing thy back, breasts, thighs and sex.48

The need so strong I cried out, "Stop the bleeding first M'Lady" only to be answered softly, distantly.49

"...but t'is so little blood..." Fading.50

With the next wave of excruciating pain, I did see off in the distance thy body laying upon the floor, a pan of boiling water being tipped toward thee.51

Fear, complete and raw causing my voice to go raw. "Raise thyself up from off of the ground and get thee moving M'Lady!"52

"...why?..." Fainter, weaker.53

The water, steam rolling off of it, now begins to cascade from the pot.54

With all of my flagging strength and heartfelt fear I blast out, "GET THEE UP!"
An even crueler wave of pain wracks my mind, nearly causing me to pass out. 55

Vaguely, as seen from thy eyes, I feel thee open them, staring blindly in front of thee.
"See, nothing there!" And together we promptly closed them again.56

"Doth thee wish to die?" Now where did that come from?57

"...The thought has crossed my mind a time or two...." Distant, so distant, twas more of an after thought. And then I knew nothing.