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Haunted by... you? (Skelace/cheerio)

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cheerio_cherry

Supernova
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Feb 9, 2010
The idea of freezing to death had never been one that Honeysuckle liked. She had ignored all warnings of ghosts and death as she pushed her way into the house, shivering slightly once the door had slammed behind her. A pause had left her frightened by the house and she had moved further in, tucking her blonde hair back out of brown eyes. She had been wearing a simple red dress and seemed a little scared, stepping out of her shoes and padding further inside, knowing that high heels were most likely not such a good move.

She had been making her way into the house when the kitchen door slammed behind her, leaving her angry. She had pounded roughly on the door and yelled angrily.

"LET ME OUT."

The door had remained locked and she had shivered as she moved further in, seeking some kind of warmth. Instead she had brushed directly against a chef, yelping with fear as he shoved her aside, stumbling to fall heavily against the wall.

"OW."
 
It had been a long while since the house had any kind of guest, and the master of the house often got bored not understanding why everyone hated his beautiful home. As he walked around the house he heard the door slam. A visitor? He was amazed as he quickly jumped on the railing sliding down.

He didn't know where the guest went but the second slamming of doors told him it was the kitchen. He walked that way making sure not to run, so he didn't scare away the guest if they were to come out. But as he heard the door being pounded on he picked up a stride, starting to get anxious. His servants were not as excited about guest as he was.
 
Frightened tears came to her eyes and she yelled out and ducked as the chef took an aim at her head with his knife, the small scream escaping her. She had hidden quickly behind the bin and yelped as the chef came after her again. The scream was louder this time, panicked. Her anger was clear and she whimpered as a second chef came closer, reaching down for her.

"HELP."

The words came desperately now and she was shivering, afraid of the ghosts gathering around her. By now she could see more than shapes, she could see faces. They didn't like her and she had cried out again, hoping the master of the house was a little nicer.

"PLEASE... HELP ME."
 
As he heard the cry for help he raced towards the kitchen kicking down the door. "Hey! Cheff Kumar! What is the meaning of scaring our guest in this manor?! Off with ye now!" He never really understood why the servants listened to him after death they just did. Rather awkward come to think of it but now was not the time to think of it.

The ghosts that had once gathered around her quickly dispersed leaving behind a beautiful girl. It was a long time since he had seen beauty and almost never was it such as this. "I'm sorry my dear madam. The servants don't really wish for more people to stay here than there all ready are." Unlike the other ghost he was almost solid and full of color though one could still tell he was not living.

He let down a hand as to help the poor girl up, he was dieing to feel the warmth of flesh again.
 
Honey had been shivering as she accepted the man's hand. She felt a little unsure of herself and took his hand slowly, the coolness making it clear this man was another of the ghosts, the master. A small and shy smile came to her as she stood, seemingly a little less frightened by the man than she had been. She felt safer with this man, even if she thought she knew what the price was.

"I... I'm sorry, I was so cold."

Tears came to her eyes again and she broke off with a sob, hiding her face behind her long blonde hair, clearly terrified and miserable, longing for comfort but unsure of what to do. She had looked up again shyly as she moved closer to him, slowly reaching to gently touch his cheek.

"Who... are you?"
 
The feel of warm flesh burned through his being. "You have nothing to be sorry for my dear. We are all trying to find our way out of the cold here." He knew she must be terrified and thought of how to comfort her.

He took her hand pulling it to his mouth gently kissing it. "My name is Martel Rockafellor. I am and always will be master of this manor." He said in a somewhat sad tone.
 
"A... Are you a ghost?"

The question came shyly, before Honeysuckle thought it through, deciding she didn't care if he was. She spoke quietly and softly as she replied with her own name, feeling a small smile escape her as he kissed her hand. She was still nervous but he had been sweet with her and she knew somehow that he wasn't going to hurt her.

"I... I'm Honeysuckle, Honeysuckle Williams."

She paused then added.

"I... didn't mean to disturb you."
 
He ignored her first question. "It is a great pleasure to meet you miss Williams."

As she spoke her apology he shook his head. "There is no need to be sorry for disrupting someone who wonders going nowhere. You have been a rather pleasant surprise. Would you mind staying for dinner? I would very much so prefer your company here."
 
"I have nowhere else to go." She spoke softly, feeling herself begin to be a little drawn to the man, although she had a feeling it was because she knew he would be keeping her safe from the rest of the ghosts. It seemed like a good idea to be safe with him instead of in danger. Her shivers had moved away slightly and she felt happier. She spoke quietly. "How did you... get stuck here?"
 
He put his arm around her and led her to the dinner ordering one of the chefs to prepare dinner. "I have been wondering that myself. I believe it has something to do with my death." He shook his head, it was very hard to think of then, though the thoughts tormented him for the last 90 years. "Perhaps it is something to be discussed later. So why are you here?"
 
"I... was cold." Honey murmured, blushing as she looked down at herself. "This outfit... is everything I own." She looked back up at him. "My home and my family... I lost it all when I was 10." She spoke sadly, sighing softly. "I've been living outside for so long now..." She choked on her words and fell silent, then added a weak. "I missed my home."
 
He nodded understandingly, pulling her closer into him. "What happened?" He shouted out an order to turn on the coal oven that was able to heat the whole house, though it hadn't been touched for decades. As they walked into the dinner he pulled out a chair for her next to his seat at the head of the table.
 
"I... just came home to find them dead... and the house burnt down." She sounded sad as she moved closer to him, settling into her seat and looking up at him timidly. "I just... couldn't be alone anymore." She had looked over at him shyly again, sensing that he wasn't out to kill her, unlike his staff, he seemed to want to stay with her.
 
"Well as long as you are willing, there will always be a place her for you. And you never know maybe my staff would even warm up to you over time." He joked as he sat down. The food quickly came out upon him sitting, the dishes and trays of food seemed as though they were floating. Their plates sat down in front of them, "You don't mind do you?" He said as he switched their plates figuring hers was poisoned. Upon tasting the food he found that his guess was correct.
 
"Are you sure?" The question was tender and she smiled as she settled to eating, looking a little nervous upon the first bite then relaxing. It seemed Martel was indeed looking after her. She found that she liked him greatly, she had been about to reach for the wine before stopping, glancing acorss at him before sipping the wine, aware of the slightly bitter taste of the wine but noting no other unusual tastes.

She had finished her meal within minutes, quite clearly a little overly hungry. The food had been cooked well and she had enjoyed the taste of the wine after getting used to it before adding the empty glass to her empty plate. She hadn't expected to need the food or drink that badly but she also found Martel's company pleasant.

Time had passed slowly as she watched him eat, speaking up with a shy smile.

"You have a very talented cook."
 
"Mmmmthank you. He came from Britain I believe before the war broke out. He has a good awful temper though. He pressed the rest of his food away. Did you want more? Do not be afraid to ask for they have nothing to do for the rest of eternity." He noted how fast she ate.
 
Honey had smiled as she listened to him, shaking her head as she spoke. "No... although... I could use a rest." She spoke softly, sounding tired and a little sleepy. She had been nervous about asking him for a bed but she found herself smiling over at him, the words leaving her before she thought any more about it. "C...Can you come with me?"
 
He smiled at her request, "Why of course my dear." He walked over to her chair pulling her out then put his hand around her waist leading her to the master bedroom. On the way he told her of the history of the house, it had been made nearly 200 years ago and he loved telling people of his mansion. After awhile though he let her talk about what she wanted to.
 
She had smiled as he talked about the mansion and his family, finding herself interested by his family and the mansion. He had finished his words seconds away from the door and she paused, knowing she was taking a risk by inviting him into the room but finding she needed him there, that she wanted nothing more than to stay with him and in his embrace. "Martel..." Her words were soft. "Stay with me?" she had turned to speak to him and found herself pressed right against him, a small gasp escaping her as she realised this was what she wanted, him with her. As long as she could be.
 
He seemed to fight a war with himself on the inside. He seemed on the verge of saying yes when he bent his lips down to hers giving her a gentle kissing then saying, "No my dear I can not. I... I have something holding me back that I don't think you... I can not." He shook his head. "I will watch over you my dear but I cannot stay with you in bed." Even as his whole body ached in wanting her there was a side of him still holding on to a memory, and he would not betray that.
 
"Please...." Her words came softly, desperately. She was unaware of how badly she felt lost until the words burst from her without warning. Her eyes had lit with tears and she was trembling, clinging onto him sightly desperately. "Please... I... I don't feel safe without you." The words had come as a whisper, the worry straight in her eyes, her pleading weakening as she let him go, entering the room slowly, aware of the silent tears on her cheeks. She had recognised the taste of bitterness and as her mind fought to stay clear she realised she had tasted almonds. What she had hoped was just bitter wine had been laced with a find poison. She knew she had to be dying now and the words came quietly. "Don't let me die alone."
 
He looked at her pleadingly, asking her to stop asking him before he gave in. Then when she said dieing alone he snapped into attention paying attention to her words carefully, he followed her into the room asking, "Die? My dear you are still very young. There is nothing you must fear in this house as long as I'm here."
 
"Don't lie." The words came softly as she spoke, her eyes sliding closed as she spoke. "I know you're chef wanted to poison me." Her eyes had opened again and she sat carefully, feeling her stomach roll as she did so. "Please...." Her eyes met his again and she moved to kiss him softly, pleadingly. "Please... I need you."
 
He was still lost, he thought he kept the poison away from her. "I... I thought..." He swallowed hard and sighed. "Mira please forgive, me..." He grabbed her around the waist and pressing her down to the bed, his lips crashing upon hers. His tongue invading her mouth. His left hand sliding down her back to her ass, the other pulling her waist into his.
 
She had gasped as he puleld her against him, a breath catching in her throat. She had been a little startled by the kiss but had let herself fall into it, her passion for the man growing as she did so, her body arching into him. His hand had closed on her ass and she found she enjoyed it, opening herself under him, a clear invitation as she pressed fully into him, over him and needing it more than before. Her moan had escaped her as her eyes slid closed, the words passing her lips as a gasp of need instead of what she had wanted to say.
 
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