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Moonlit secrets

He looked up at her in his delusion and slowly ran his fingers along the chain on her neck. "Castalia..." He sputtered. "You came back...I always knew...you'd come back..." He rambled his hair a tangled mess of dirt and blood. "I'm...I'm so sorry for what father did...I tried to stop him...I tried...I really did." He continued. As the bullet came out he felt himself immediately growing stronger but still found himself quite feverish as he rolled out of her grasp. "Come, we will go inside." He said before he staggered up the hill half limping half crawling before he fell in the garden. Pulling himself together once more he pushed a rock at the base of the wall and a section folded back to reveal a long corridor. "Come..." He continued.
 
Lestelle pressed her blushing face to his hand as he began to stroke her, but she was taken back when he called her the wrong name. So... he was inlove. Twit. She watched him saunder off like a dog,before collasping and pulling himself up. Lestelle, quickly took to her feet and chased after him. Once the bricks parted, she placed her arm around him, as if to act as a human crutch so he no longer could fall.
 
"You were the only woman who truly understood me." He said slowly before he suddenly shook his head and turned to looked to her coughing up a few flecks of blood. "Wha? Lestelle..what? What happened?" He asked her slowly before he looked to her and then leaned in. "Thank you dear." He simply said to her before he stroked his fingers along her cheek. "Its ok...you can just leave me here." He said before he slipped back from her and then settled onto an old worn bench. "I'll...be fine, I'll call my doctor."
 
She watched him; the blood splattering out onto the ground. Her eyes softened, poor fool. He moved away from her to sit, which made her motherly instinct come out. With a smile, she looked to him "Come, you delusioned young man," She placed her arm around him, and helped him up to his feet, "Up we go, and when we are in your chambers, we will wash the blood and dirt from you, and then it is off to bed..." Her voice was so soothing, and calming, as she spoke to him. The two made their way along the corridors as she spoke.
 
He looked her over before he ran his fingers along her cheek then down to her shoulder. "No Lestelle." He said now standing on his own and pulling away from her. "Its quite fine, you go ahead." He said now blinking at her, while blood covered part of his face there was no longer a gaping hole now, it was simply a damaged eye. Sighing he pulled away from her before he staggered back. "Don't patronize." He said as he limped forward. "I can bathe myself, and I said to go...that's an order. "
 
"..." She sighed softly, "Edmund, this is no time to be proud," She followed along side him. He walked ever so slow. Yes, he hiered her, but she would not leave him, even if he wished it. She was his servant, just the woman who ran the house, the woman who would make sure things were running accordingly, and right now he wasn't up to his usual fashion. She held her hand out for his, "... Will you hold my hand atleast? The dark scares me,"
 
"The other day you were telling me about what was proper and our roles, and now you want to hold my hand." He said to her slowly before he finally took her hand. Stopping he shook his head and looked to her. "I want to tell you something, but I know once I do, you'll run." He said, how looking at her through two perfectly functioning eyes, only an hour had passed since she had found him and already he was almost completely healed. "I really want to just tell you everything, but.."
 
Lestelle was frightened though; it was easy to smell. She looked to him with a slight fear in her eyes as he gave her a slight verbal lashing, but she was quite releaved when he took her hand. It was so warm and soft~ Lestelle held onto it lightly, "Yes, I know I had... but being frightened, and being aroused are different, aren't they?" She looked up to him. She blushed as he began to get a bit more serious, "Was is it that you wish totell me, Mr Blackwell?"
 
He sighed softly before he looked to her and leaned in closer. "Dear,I want you to know, that I've treasured our time together, and if you need to leave, or feel you need to, I understand." He said to her slowly. He hadn't wanted to do this but he knew he couldn't chain himself up properly by himself. "I need your help..to...contain something." He said to her before running his fingers along her cheek. "Its this...thing..it visits once a month, I offer it lodging, but it goes wild..I need you to lock it up at night, and let it out in the morning...but don't look at it."
 
She was growing concerned at his seriousness of the topic. His hand caressed her cheek, it was slightly soothing, but the way he spoke caused worry to strike into her heart. What was this creature, and why should their be such precautions. Lestelle nodded, "Yes sir, but where does is stay? And how to I contain it, if I cannot see what I am doing?" She tilted her head, looking up to him curiously.
 
He sighed softly before he ran his hand up and down along her arm in a soothing gesture before he spoke once more. "Well I'll just need you to make sure it's binds are tight is all and then leave, close the door and lock it, in the morning, return and undo the binding." He said simply. "It will move about and place what you need to lock and the like into your grasp and will make sure to direct you properly to the door. You just have to get out quickly.
 
Lestelle nodded obidently, "Yes sir," She smiled, and moved close to him, still holding his hand. She looked about the dark halls, her free hand pressing against the brick. "Now... can we leave this place? It is quite frightening..."
 
"No..not yet." He said before he slowly walked her down another corridor and picked up a set of keys on a heavy iron ring as they walked. "I need to show you where it is to be kept." He said to her slowly before he opened a heavy wooden door. "Its very important you do this Lestelle, and no matter what, don't look at it, whether the night before, or the morning after, I need you to swear it." He said solemnly to her, now he walked as though he had never been injured to begin with,
 
Lestelle walked with him, as he talked. She listened very intently, not wanting to miss a detail. But if you were to offer a creature loggings, then why would you have to tie it up? She gave him a weary glance as he spoke of such things; what an odd man. She walked into the room, and was disappointed that this was not the house, but a the room which she believed he left for the creature to be in logging.
 
He walked on, it seemed a room but he turned a corner and lit a candle revealin it to be a black marble hallway. He walked on and eventually he reached a room with a large knocker, the door was thick oak reinforced with steel that had a large wolfshead holding a ring of iron as a knocker. Unbolting several bolts and latches he finally used a key to open te door revealing a large room with a severed chain at one end and blood smears all about it. On the back of the door were finger marks as though a panicked man had tried to claw his way out. "A thicker chain is being delivered..I just need you to come down her at seven pm exactly to lock this door..and 6 am to unlock it...do you understand?"
 
"Seven o'clock this evening, then at six tomorrow morning." Repeated Lestelle, giving a slight nod as an indication to her understanding what he wanted. She flashed him a exceptionally sweet smile, "Is that all?" But her smile was smeared off of of her face when she walked into the room. Something was, depressing, about it. She walked around it, running her hands over various things; leaving her scent here.
 
"No, two nights from now...when the moon is full." He said, trying to make it sound casual as he nodded to her and attempted to smile. However his bloodied lips and teeth likely didn't reassure her. Turning he looked down the corridor. "Anyway, I'm going to go take a bath and clean up some dear." He said curtly as though trying to change the subject but without making ti too obvious. Stroking his fingers through his hair he sighed and began to walk.
 
Lestelle made a whimpering sound when he began to walk away. She chased after him, and quickly caught up. Slowly her hands slid down his arm, feeling the bulging muscle beneith it, as she wrapped wrapped her arms around his arm. She held herself close to him from the protection of the dark, but she could be further from safety, hm? The dark really did scare her, especially when she was alone. She stopped trembling, now in his safety of course. Her eyes looked out down the dark hall, as he lead the way for the two of them. She softly mentioned, "I... I really dislike being alone in the dark"
 
He laughed softly as she felt her grab him and turned to look into her eyes. "My darling there is nothing down herein the darkness, its just the dark." He said to her slowly as he continued to walk with her on his arm. He opened another door and made his way to a spiral stair case. He walked and walked up it all the while holding her hand and eventually he came out of it into his bedroom. It was in the early morning and light flitted in through a window that caught him showing a complete lack of injury. Once they reached he slipped out of her grasp and walked across the lit room over to his door opening it quickly. "Well my dear, you should get some breakfast."
 
But by the time he recouvered fully, crossed the floor, and opened the door, Miss Lestelle was happily curled up on his bed. The sunlight filling the room, highlighting her dress to become slightly transparent against her form. Her chest rising and falling peacefully as she lay there in such an innocent mannor. A healthy coloring to her smooth cheeks. Her lips simply parted in responce to his request. How could he disturb such a sight? Her red curls rolling into many directions; her elven ear poking out.
 
He looked to her and smirked knowing that she'd planned to do this anyway. Looking down he saw that she'd thankfully kicked off her shoes and he eased her slowly into bed. Leaning down he kissed her cheek before he grabbed some undergarments and headed to his bathroom. While the tub filled he stood before a full length mirrror looking his body over and running his fingertips slowly along a few mild scars that were still healing. "Well, I'm getting faster at this at least." He said slowly before he turned and stripped off the rest of his clothing then sank into the steaming water. Lowering himself till submerged he lay there for a few minutes, one, two, three then sat up and ran his fingers through his matted hair loosening it before he pulled a large bottle of shampoo from a copse beside the tub and began to scrub his hair.
 
Lestelle had not planned to fall asleep on his bed, but as she fallowed, it seemed so very inviting, that she decided to rest her worried head against his large pillows. She had gotten very little sleep that night, for the rumors of people disappearing at night were plauging her mind. She would feel the presence of some beast upon her, but when she opened her eyes and sat up, no one was there. At this moment, Lestelle continued to sleep soundly.

A second set of hands drifted down to began to massage his scalp. It was one of his female maids. She spoke with a very small accent, "Please sir, let me help you.."
 
He could smell her approach, and knew she was there but he still flinched as the maid touched him. "I'm fine." He said to her solemnly before he slipped somewhat lower, wishing he had added bubbles to the water as his member hardened at her scent. It obviously jutted up out of the water and for a quick second her cursed his size before he turned to look at her. "Actually, you can go and get me some towels." He said to her stiffly before his hands came down to try and cover his memeber.
 
The woman that stood behind him was older than Lestelle. Her chest was no where near as the mistress of the house, but in that aspect it was freshing. Unheld behind a gentle cloth, the woman wore a frilly french maid's outfit, like the other women in the house. Her sharp green eyes oggled over his errect. She smirked just slightly, nodding, "Yes, sir." She swayed over to a shelving unit and took a large white towl. She came back with the fluffy cloth, "Anything else?"
 
He made his way out of the tub and wiped himself down as she looked to him and his member still jutted outward. "I'm not sure." He said somewhat snidely as he stepped out not bothering to cover himself. "What's your skill set?" He simply asked while cocking his head to one side as though scrutinizing her. "I'm not sure if you can handle what I think you're about to propose."
 
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