The Harem - The Burning Beauty

The Harem - The Burning Beauty

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Genre: Erotica

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Stolen in the chilled darkness of winter; taken into the arms of a stranger that shunned the aura of human. Cassandra knew death twice that night by the flames...and by a strangers deadly kiss. To awake only to a world that never existed in her most lucid dreams where she is claimed a servant to the menacing beauty of Julius Laurent. While discovering what abilities he possess, Cassandra soon comes to the realization that not only is there more than what appears to be in Julius' regard, but that there is something other, more starved and cruel that dwells inside her. Will she be able to reign control on this darkness? Can she withstand the pull of something strong and out-worldly for the man that stole her? What of the brother with the wicked glare filled of famished flames; ready to swallow her whole with lust? Can she fight it all and keep the morals of the woman she thought she was? They will find soon that there is a greater worry; a greater evil that taints their horizon. Perhaps they will discover it when it was too late. Come and entangle yourself in this dark tale of unquenchable lust and a twist of love lost, denied and gained.

Summary

Stolen in the chilled darkness of winter; taken into the arms of a stranger that shunned the aura of human. Cassandra knew death twice that night by the flames...and by a strangers deadly kiss. To awake only to a world that never existed in her most lucid dreams where she is claimed a servant to the menacing beauty of Julius Laurent.

While discovering what abilities he possess, Cassandra soon comes to the realization that not only is there more than what appears to be in Julius' regard, but that there is something other, more starved and cruel that dwells inside her. Will she be able to reign control on this darkness? Can she withstand the pull of something strong and out-worldly for the man that stole her? What of the brother with the wicked glare filled of famished flames; ready to swallow her whole with lust? Can she fight it all and keep the morals of the woman she thought she was?

They will find soon that there is a greater worry; a greater evil that taints their horizon. Perhaps they will discover it when it was too late.

Come and entangle yourself in this dark tale of unquenchable lust and a twist of love lost, denied and gained.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Burning Beauty

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He sought me out in the darkness and stole my breath from the flames only to cool my flesh with the sweet copper flow of blood and the kiss of death. -London

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Submitted: January 04, 2012

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"He sought me out in the winter darkness and stole my breath from the flames only to cool my flesh with the sweet copper flow of blood and the kiss of death."
-London

 

 

England, December 12th, 1816 DC

 

The air was impenetrable and the darkness created an uneasy sense of suffocation. No one in their right mind would think it safe to walk the night at such an unnervingly late hour. Yet, there in the stillness, moved three things; the wind, the misty draft and Cassandra.

“Stephen! Where are you?” She called into the darkness. Stephen, her husband for but a few months had gone to fetch fire wood to chase away the cold from their small cottage. He had said it would be but a few minutes, but a few minutes had long passed and Cassandra’s nerves had gone on the wing of his promise. So there she stood, her full bodice dress trailing in the frosty snow and her breath staining the darkened air in pale, wispy gusts. She tramped the frozen earth carefully in hopes that she would not step on thin ice or stumble in her house gown.

“Stephen! Please, come back…” She cried, feeling cold from fear more than from the dewy night. She looked behind her and saw that she was traveling rather far from home and nearing the profuse, dark forest. Considering the possible danger from wild beasts in there that could be hidden from her eyes, she feared for both of their safety. Cassandra searched about her eagerly in hopes that she spotted a glimpse of auburn hair in the dark, yet she saw nothing. Again, she looked back to the cabin and cursed herself for not bringing the lantern with her, but she had gone too far to turn back now, and so, she carried on.

“Stephen!” She called again, hoping that there would be an echo of his voice answering, but there was nothing. Cassandra saw that there was no other solution; she must go in search of her husband. With careful feet, she made the final steps over the bushy threshold and pass rough slick barks.

 

Twigs and branches pulled at her hair and clothes as if to trap her and quickly she was reminded why she’d always hated it there. She had told herself one time ago that nothing could will her into such a spooky place. Well, apparently Stephen had succeeded where her courage didn’t. She strode deeper into the shrubs and roughed bark trees; every so often having to clear her waist length hair or pale blue dress from the branches that grabbed at her.

A chill surged up Cassandra’s spine at the sound of a whisper behind her. She turned swiftly and saw nothing but trees and snow. She was certain that she’d heard a whisper, but perhaps she was projecting. Cassandra’s greatest fear was being alone in the dark; it was only her love for Stephen that urged her on.

“Stephen? Is that you?” She shuddered in a hushed voice. If it wasn’t her Stephen, she didn’t want the wrong person catching her alone and vulnerable. No answer came, and no sounds were heard, so she rejected the thought that she had heard anything.

Onward she went into the forest till she came to a clearing. She inhaled a quivering breath and was thankful to not feel trapped by the trees and shrubs any longer. Cassandra’s instincts told her that Stephen would never come this far simply for fire wood. She was more than convinced that it would be senseless, so she looked about her one final time and retreat her steps.

“Cassandra…” She stopped sudden and so did her heart at the sound of a whisper behind her. The chill ran through her again but this time it raised all the hair on her body and tightened the muscles in her shoulders to a painful ache. Her cobalt blue eyes searched about her and once again she saw nothing. That was all Cassandra needed to know that there was truly someone there. She turned fully and lifted her skirts as she sprinted from the area. Perhaps Stephen had headed back to the cottage. There was hope for that, and if not, he could survive better than she could there.

There were no sounds behind her, but there was an alarming sensation of being chased, and it was that feeling that made her feet lift and fall faster. Cassandra’s fears were all the inspiration she needed to make her flee as quickly as her legs would carry her or else be caught by the unknown.

She broke free the forest and saw the light of the lantern in the cabin’s window. That light was where her safety lied and that was where she hoped to find her Stephen. She was but a few feet away, when the light began to dim and then slowly went out. She stopped sudden with a gasp; skidding to a stop with her eyes trying to make sense of the opaque dark in her windows. For that to have happened, it would’ve meant that someone had put out the wick in the oil. The little cottage was only shared by her and Stephen, so who if not him, was in her home? Cassandra’s heart was thrashing in her chest. She stood there with the fear that something was stalking her in the dark; waiting for the right moment to pounce and also that the one that put out the light, was not Stephen. Which was worst; staying to wait on her assailant or gambling with the possibility of it being Stephen? Her feet took careful diminutive steps towards the front door. The wind stirred her ravenous hair and made it crawl against her chilled skin. Fear gripped her so tightly till the pain was almost physical. Despite the rapid thump of her heart rushing her blood through her veins she had drained pale from the anxiety.

With a shaky hand reaching for the door handle, she clutched it and felt the cold steel prick her skin. The hinges on the door cried as she swung the door inward slowly and peered inside. All seemed to be too quiet but settled none the less. She looked back at the forest and then back inside and took the last few steps in. Closing the door behind her, she listened over the thuds of her heart and the rushing tides of blood in her ears, and heard nothing but the wind and her shallow breaths that passed through her lips. It took Cassandra more than a moment to sum up the will to take the first step from the door, but when she did, she held onto the wall and walked as quietly as possible. Peaking around the wall, she saw that all was calm in the living room, but the lantern stood there by the window unlit. Her eyes strained to see clearly into the darkness and when she saw, or felt rather, that it looked safe, she pushed away from the wall and walked towards the table.

The lamp was still very warm, and when she looked at the wick, it had much to burn…so that disputed the fact that it might have burned out. She checked for oil and saw that it was more than half full. Someone was in her house, and where they were was the part that frightened her. She heard a door slam somewhere in the house, and as a result, she jumped and knocked the lamp over, sending oil and glass spilling all over the floor and her gown. She knew that the person heard it and would know that she was in the house. With hurried feet, she scrambled towards the kitchen, grabbed the knife from the cracked wooden board and looked towards the entrance. She was certain that she’d glimpsed a figure ghost by the door way. She held her breath and backed up against the wall. Cassandra stared for nearly a minute at the opening, in hopes that what she thought she saw was not real.

Just as she resolved that she could wait no longer, something-no someone fell heavily in the doorway. She yelped and held the knife close to her bosom.

“Cassie…” The voice was too familiar. Even through the strains and grunts she was sure it was Stephen. The knife slipped from her grasp and fell to the wooden planks with a clunk as she ran to where he lay moaning on the floor. The toe of her boots became soaked by a thick liquid. She looked down in horror and saw that it was Stephen’s blood. Her heart sped as she pulled him to his back.

“Stephen-”

“Silence love…there is someone else here. Oh my darling Cassandra, I thought you gone already…”

“Darling you’re bleeding. Tell me what to do…”

“I need you to run Cassie. Run before he finds you…”

“Who?” She asked as tears streamed down her cheek. She tried to hold him but he was pushing her away.

“Stephen please, let me help you…” She pled, gripping his tunic tightly in her hands. Cassandra wasn’t going to leave him there to die while she fled, but Stephen sat up then and pushed her forcefully.

“Go I say! You are my wife, do as I tell you! Run Cassandra!”

“No!” She yelled as she fell back against the wall. Something drew her eyes up behind Stephen. She narrowed her gaze in attempts to focus and saw a dark figure standing behind him. Cassandra shrieked for him to move but it was too late. The figure grabbed his throat from behind and lifted him one handedly off the floor.

“Run Cas-” He started to say but was cut off with a gasp. The black figure dug sharp, pearly fangs into the thick vein in Stephen’s neck. Cassandra cried out for her husband, but instinct told her to run. Pushing her way pass her dying husband and his attacker, she went for the opened front door, but it slammed shut and the bolt slid into place. She skidded to a stop and nearly fell from the sudden halt and the slick oil that dripped from her skirt. She looked back and saw the stairs as her only means of hope. Taking the stairs two at a time in her long thick winter’s gown, she stumbled and slipped as she clambered her way up. Light was at the end of the hallway, and it was her bedroom she ran to.

Slamming the door shut, and bolting it, she began to pile furniture high against it. When she saw no other items to place against the door, she backed up slowly and stood in the centre of the room sobbing for her husband. Cassandra knew he was dead; she had seen that fading look in his eyes as life left his body. Cassandra’s hands went about her body and held her tight. The cold felt as if it were creeping up and down her bones and freezing the very marrow to ice.

The door rattled and a thud sounded from the other side of it. He had found her as she had expected, but she was sure he wouldn’t get in. The fear stricken beauty stepped further away towards the fire place and watched the door intently. Suddenly the door stopped rattling and everything went quiet. She listened for some sound or sign of movement but heard nothing. Either he was still there or he had left very quietly. No matter, because she was not about to open the door. The wind howled violently outside her window and pushed against the small latch that kept it shut. She closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer for her husband and then for herself. She prayed that the intruder would find no more favor in her and leave; that he would see that he’d taken away all she had left and her life was already over even though she still breathed.

Her eyes opened to the bang of her windows flying open and slamming into the wall. She gasped and looked swiftly to where the sound came from and shivered from the cold air that swirled into her room and taunted the flames. She willed herself to move to closer to it but something stopped her. The sound of fabric blowing in the wind made her feet feel like lead and left her stunt.

“It can’t be…” She whispered as a tear slid down her face. Cassandra let out a shriek that left her lungs and throat burning. What she saw, was humanly impossible and terrifying. The figure was climbing into her window and in his hand was her husband’s head. He threw it onto the floor as he stepped off the window pane and chuckled at Cassandra’s fear.

“Beautiful…oh so beautiful…”

“Stay away from me you monster!” She screamed and watched in fear as he stepped over the head with its gaping mouth and wild eyes, and walked closer to her. Out of instinct and impulse, she tried to step back, but she was cornered with the heat of the fireplace behind her.

The scent of something burning filled her nostrils. She heard the man yell for her to step away, but her body was too busy convulsing and flailing from the flames that ate at her skin. Cassandra’s cries were heart retching as she became consumed by the devouring flames. The intruder ran at Cassandra with the large Persian rug and wrapped it about her. He patted the flames out until there was only the scent and smoke of burnt flesh and hair lifting from the woman. Somehow she had forgotten in her fear that oil was still on her dress, and thus, her present state. He rolled her out of the rug as gently as possible and gasped at what she had become.

Boils and loose flesh hung off of Cassandra’s hands, legs, face and stomach. Her clothes where basically no more; leaving the burnt flesh more than visible. Cassandra was in so much pain; she couldn’t tell what hurt the most. She coughed, sobbed and groaned in his arms as she looked up at him through one eye. Her right eye was burned shut and skin was melted over it. She knew she would die soon, and for that she was grateful. She’d give anything in that moment to stop the pain.

“My flower…look at what you have become; such beauty taken by the element. I know your heart; you wish to live and not die, even though you see death as a savior now. Let me be your savior my flower. Let me save you from this pain, restore your beauty… and your life.”

His voice was like music to her ears. Every syllable, every word rolled off his tongue with a scent of honey and vanilla.


“Save…me…” Cassandra groaned. Her lungs ached for air, but found none. She was dying.

The stranger lifted her closer and whispered by her melted ear. His words were soft, but he knew she heard them.

“Blood of my blood, you shall be and with this bond I shall be thy master, and you my servant. I will quicken your blood, and pull you from the grave Cassandra; for you I will breathe.”

And with that, his teeth sunk into her crisped, burnt flesh and drew a cry and blood from her body. Everything about her seemed fuzzy around the edges, then slowly begun to spin…till finally she blacked out.

The stranger slit his wrist and trickled blood down her throat. He hoped that it would not be too late. This one was his prized possession and a deadly obsession. He wanted her, and if this was the only way to save her and the only way to have her…then so be it.

“You finally belong to me Cassandra and you always will as you always have. This you must never forget…”

 

 


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