Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 21, 2007 1:53:06 GMT -5
UNEDITED from untitled prequel the human behind Requiem is writing. Operative word here is: UNEDITED.
Also: This is all original writing from the human. (( And she has LOTS more where this came from))
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CHAPTER 1
He smelled blood. Fresh, sweet, human blood. That was when he heard the scream followed by gurgling. He pulled his BMW M6 convertible to the side of the road next to an alley. Griffin turned off his car, got out of it and headed down the alley. The alley was extremely dirty, filled with trash and molding bags of fast food. His sensitive nose was burning after just a few feet and he could see cockroaches, rats and even a couple passed out homeless people. The smell of blood was getting stronger as he turned a corner, as was the smell of feces, urine, decay and other odors he didn’t feel up to identifying at the time.
He started hearing snatches of conversation; “goddam whore!” a man’s voice said. The voice was slurred and now that he was getting closer Griffin could smell the alcohol. He didn’t know what he was doing here. This was a seedy part of town, but he had wanted to take his new car for a ride. Who could blame him? V-10 engine, shiny black in color, he loved his new BMW. Suddenly he heard a slap! It was followed by a feminine moan and cry that was filled with pain and confusion. “Daddy no!” Griffin heard now. He quickened his pace, turned a corner and finally saw what was going on.
Griffin saw a large man. Not fat, not muscled, just a large man. He was bent over a prone figure, repeatedly slapping and kicking at it. Now Griffin smelled what would send him over the edge: semen. The man had raped this woman. By the condition of the woman Griffin could tell she was not a willing participant in whatever had been going on. Her gown, which he figured had at once been a very beautiful ball gown, was ripped down the bodice baring her full breasts to whoever cared to look. The skirt was ripped up the side. Griffin could see her virgins blood mixed with her assailants, no, her father’s semen down her thighs. Suddenly the woman’s father began fumbling at his pants and Griffin knew what the man had in mind...again.
Griffin started running then. Suddenly he heard the woman one more time “Daddy! No ... not again...” and she started crying then. If Griffin found anything intolerable it was a crying female. He desperately hoped that he had somehow misheard that “daddy” as he put on a burst of preternatural speed and bowled over the man. “Do not touch the girl again,” he said in a commanding tone. He looked down at her then, and felt strange protective urges towards her. Her face was bloodied and she had cuts and scrapes all over her body. Her dress was ruined, her hair disheveled and full of blood, dirt and other stuff from the ground he didn’t care to think about.
The man looked up and said, “She’s mine. I can do with her as I please.” He stumbled forward in an attempt to get at the girl. “Go away” he said and made swishing motions towards Griffin, as if to push him away as if Griffin were nothing more than a pesky fly.
Griffin pushed him out of the way and heard a satisfying thud telling him the man had fallen down as he reached down and helped the girl up.
“What is your name?” Griffin asked.
“Melissa” she said. “Thank you for saving me” she said as she tried, and failed to pull her dress over her breasts.
Griffin took off his zippered sweatshirt and gently put it around her shoulders. It was way too big for her, but did the job. “I will take you from here. Is there a safe place you can go?”
“No” she said softly. “He is all I have. I have no where to go.” She looked down then, obviously ashamed of the fact she had no other place to go.
Griffin looked down at the man, with disgust plain on his face. “Who is that man?” he asked. Again he was hoping he has misheard her having said “daddy.”
Melissa looked up at him. “He is my father,” she said. “He’s drunk, obviously” and managed a soft chuckle at that. “As if you couldn’t tell” she said and finally looked into his eyes. They were the brightest blue, like the cleanest ocean she could think of. The alley started swirling around her. “Blue...” she said in a breathy voice and collapsed.
Griffin looked into her eyes as she managed a small joke about her father’s drunken state. “Blue...” he heard her say, knowing she was speaking of his unusually bright, blue eyes when he noticed her eyes begin to roll back into her head as she started to collapse. He quickly grabbed her then and easily swung her into his arms. Griffin took note that her father was beginning to move again and decided the best course of action would be to take her away from him. He could tell she was no child and decided would take her to his home. He could deal with her father at another time.
CHAPTER 2
Griffin got her home within half an hour. His penthouse was on the other side of town from that alley and was glad; if she were to look out the windows once she woke up she wouldn’t risk seeing it and the possibility of flashbacks it could create. He quickly laid her down on his oversized four-poster bed and stepped into the attached master bathroom to fill the tub with warm water.
Griffin walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to Melissa. He looked down at her and was barely able to discern any facial features as she was beginning to swell where her father had struck her. He was beginning to notice she had much worse injuries that he originally thought. Griffin was able to tell she had a light shade of blonde hair and that was all.
He made quick work of her ruined dress and gazed slowly at her body for the first time. She was bruised and bloodied, but Griffin was still able to tell that she took very good care of her body. Her belly was flat, her breasts heavy yet firm, her skin was clear of blemishes and her legs were long and lean. He guessed she was about 5’6” or 5’7”. She had no extra mass to her body at all and he felt the first stirrings of desire form in him.
Griffin quickly pushed those thoughts away as he picked her up and took her into his bathroom.
His large garden tub was full of warm water as he shut off the tap and gently set her in the water. He propped her head on a folded towel and stood to take off his t-shirt and jeans. Standing in just a pair of silk boxers Griffin found a soft washcloth and knelt next to the tub. He got the washcloth wet and began gently washing the muck, blood and grime off of Melissa’s body. Griffin licked his lips as he noticed her skin was nicely bronzed and very soft.
It took Griffin a full half hour to get Melissa’s body clean and he then took the handheld nozzle to wet down her hair. He had to sit on the edge of the tub to get a good hold on her body as he gently washed and rinsed her hair. He ended up having to wash her hair three times to get all of the dried blood and dirt out of it. Griffin grinned to himself as her natural hair color came shining through. It was a very light blonde color. He wished he could tell her eye color but they were swollen shut.
Griffin drained the water out of the tub and had to use the handheld nozzle again to rinse out bits of dirt and muck out of the tub and off Melissa’s newly washed body. He quickly then dried her off with a fluffy towel and put her in his bed and tucked the covers around her. He was beginning to worry as her body temperature was falling at an alarming rate.
Griffin quickly added an extra blanket to the bed as he shut off all the lights and crawled into bed with her. He rolled over and gently pulled her into his body and he gently wrapped his body around hers attempting to add to her body heat with his own. Her breathing was soft yet regular and he could hear the gentle whoosh of her blood running through her veins. He silently cursed himself for not having fed well that day. He breathed her sent in as he settled in for a long night.
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Also: This is all original writing from the human. (( And she has LOTS more where this came from))
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CHAPTER 1
He smelled blood. Fresh, sweet, human blood. That was when he heard the scream followed by gurgling. He pulled his BMW M6 convertible to the side of the road next to an alley. Griffin turned off his car, got out of it and headed down the alley. The alley was extremely dirty, filled with trash and molding bags of fast food. His sensitive nose was burning after just a few feet and he could see cockroaches, rats and even a couple passed out homeless people. The smell of blood was getting stronger as he turned a corner, as was the smell of feces, urine, decay and other odors he didn’t feel up to identifying at the time.
He started hearing snatches of conversation; “goddam whore!” a man’s voice said. The voice was slurred and now that he was getting closer Griffin could smell the alcohol. He didn’t know what he was doing here. This was a seedy part of town, but he had wanted to take his new car for a ride. Who could blame him? V-10 engine, shiny black in color, he loved his new BMW. Suddenly he heard a slap! It was followed by a feminine moan and cry that was filled with pain and confusion. “Daddy no!” Griffin heard now. He quickened his pace, turned a corner and finally saw what was going on.
Griffin saw a large man. Not fat, not muscled, just a large man. He was bent over a prone figure, repeatedly slapping and kicking at it. Now Griffin smelled what would send him over the edge: semen. The man had raped this woman. By the condition of the woman Griffin could tell she was not a willing participant in whatever had been going on. Her gown, which he figured had at once been a very beautiful ball gown, was ripped down the bodice baring her full breasts to whoever cared to look. The skirt was ripped up the side. Griffin could see her virgins blood mixed with her assailants, no, her father’s semen down her thighs. Suddenly the woman’s father began fumbling at his pants and Griffin knew what the man had in mind...again.
Griffin started running then. Suddenly he heard the woman one more time “Daddy! No ... not again...” and she started crying then. If Griffin found anything intolerable it was a crying female. He desperately hoped that he had somehow misheard that “daddy” as he put on a burst of preternatural speed and bowled over the man. “Do not touch the girl again,” he said in a commanding tone. He looked down at her then, and felt strange protective urges towards her. Her face was bloodied and she had cuts and scrapes all over her body. Her dress was ruined, her hair disheveled and full of blood, dirt and other stuff from the ground he didn’t care to think about.
The man looked up and said, “She’s mine. I can do with her as I please.” He stumbled forward in an attempt to get at the girl. “Go away” he said and made swishing motions towards Griffin, as if to push him away as if Griffin were nothing more than a pesky fly.
Griffin pushed him out of the way and heard a satisfying thud telling him the man had fallen down as he reached down and helped the girl up.
“What is your name?” Griffin asked.
“Melissa” she said. “Thank you for saving me” she said as she tried, and failed to pull her dress over her breasts.
Griffin took off his zippered sweatshirt and gently put it around her shoulders. It was way too big for her, but did the job. “I will take you from here. Is there a safe place you can go?”
“No” she said softly. “He is all I have. I have no where to go.” She looked down then, obviously ashamed of the fact she had no other place to go.
Griffin looked down at the man, with disgust plain on his face. “Who is that man?” he asked. Again he was hoping he has misheard her having said “daddy.”
Melissa looked up at him. “He is my father,” she said. “He’s drunk, obviously” and managed a soft chuckle at that. “As if you couldn’t tell” she said and finally looked into his eyes. They were the brightest blue, like the cleanest ocean she could think of. The alley started swirling around her. “Blue...” she said in a breathy voice and collapsed.
Griffin looked into her eyes as she managed a small joke about her father’s drunken state. “Blue...” he heard her say, knowing she was speaking of his unusually bright, blue eyes when he noticed her eyes begin to roll back into her head as she started to collapse. He quickly grabbed her then and easily swung her into his arms. Griffin took note that her father was beginning to move again and decided the best course of action would be to take her away from him. He could tell she was no child and decided would take her to his home. He could deal with her father at another time.
CHAPTER 2
Griffin got her home within half an hour. His penthouse was on the other side of town from that alley and was glad; if she were to look out the windows once she woke up she wouldn’t risk seeing it and the possibility of flashbacks it could create. He quickly laid her down on his oversized four-poster bed and stepped into the attached master bathroom to fill the tub with warm water.
Griffin walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to Melissa. He looked down at her and was barely able to discern any facial features as she was beginning to swell where her father had struck her. He was beginning to notice she had much worse injuries that he originally thought. Griffin was able to tell she had a light shade of blonde hair and that was all.
He made quick work of her ruined dress and gazed slowly at her body for the first time. She was bruised and bloodied, but Griffin was still able to tell that she took very good care of her body. Her belly was flat, her breasts heavy yet firm, her skin was clear of blemishes and her legs were long and lean. He guessed she was about 5’6” or 5’7”. She had no extra mass to her body at all and he felt the first stirrings of desire form in him.
Griffin quickly pushed those thoughts away as he picked her up and took her into his bathroom.
His large garden tub was full of warm water as he shut off the tap and gently set her in the water. He propped her head on a folded towel and stood to take off his t-shirt and jeans. Standing in just a pair of silk boxers Griffin found a soft washcloth and knelt next to the tub. He got the washcloth wet and began gently washing the muck, blood and grime off of Melissa’s body. Griffin licked his lips as he noticed her skin was nicely bronzed and very soft.
It took Griffin a full half hour to get Melissa’s body clean and he then took the handheld nozzle to wet down her hair. He had to sit on the edge of the tub to get a good hold on her body as he gently washed and rinsed her hair. He ended up having to wash her hair three times to get all of the dried blood and dirt out of it. Griffin grinned to himself as her natural hair color came shining through. It was a very light blonde color. He wished he could tell her eye color but they were swollen shut.
Griffin drained the water out of the tub and had to use the handheld nozzle again to rinse out bits of dirt and muck out of the tub and off Melissa’s newly washed body. He quickly then dried her off with a fluffy towel and put her in his bed and tucked the covers around her. He was beginning to worry as her body temperature was falling at an alarming rate.
Griffin quickly added an extra blanket to the bed as he shut off all the lights and crawled into bed with her. He rolled over and gently pulled her into his body and he gently wrapped his body around hers attempting to add to her body heat with his own. Her breathing was soft yet regular and he could hear the gentle whoosh of her blood running through her veins. He silently cursed himself for not having fed well that day. He breathed her sent in as he settled in for a long night.
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