บททั้งหมดของ Hunting for Midnight: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Hastily making my way around the aging stone brick and wooden beamed structure, I noticed all the glass-paned windows were still intact. Which is at complete odds with the obvious unmaintained state of the aging mansion. From the windows I've seen so far, not one has appeared to have a crack or any noticeable damage. On the other hand, over half of the window shutters I've seen so far have either fallen off and are lying in a broken heap on the ground or are hanging on for dear life by a single rusty hinge.Rounding the rear corner at the backside of the mansion, I stopped, seeing a brief reflection of my headlamp out of the corner of my eye near the ground at the foundation of the mansion. Pivoting to my right, both of my knees pop, stiff from the chilly temperature as I crouched down in search of whatever bounced the light of my headlamp off of it. Yes! There's a rectangular window big enough for me to climb through leading to a lower level or basement that's partially covered by we

Two years ago, dreaming of mine and Randy's first night together in our apartment.The sensation of warm, masculine fingers gently caressing up and down the length of my back gradually wakes me from my near dead state of slumber. Sighing softly, I adjust, pressing my naked body closer to Randy’s than it already is and nuzzling my head under his chin. Sliding his hand sensually down my bottom, my skin prickles with goosebumps in anticipation as his fingers graze between the curves of my cheeks.We both lay on our sides facing each other in bed. It's our very first night together in the apartment. Since seven am today, we have spent the entire day moving our belongings into the apartment. A couple of our friends, Kyra and Nick, spent the majority of the day helping us move, drinking a few beers as we worked, and ending the day with all of us gorging on pizza.The bed was the last piece of furniture we assembled. After taking a quick shower, both of us being completely wiped out, we hast

It’s not possible! This isn’t happening. I–, I must be going mad. Wouldn’t be surprising if I was, since madness runs in the family… She looks just like my Annabell. Nearly identical in fact. I almost fell to my knees when she first opened those glowing, honey colored eyes of hers when I woke her. Staring up at me like pools of shimmering golden whiskey. Breathtaking like Annabells. The sound of the edges of the wood dresser groaning under the strain of my grip on the sides of it alerts me of my searing emotional state. Am I being given another chance? For what though? Redemption or revenge? There are subtle differences between Leslie, if that’s really her name, and my Annabell. The woman's voice downstairs is sultry, smooth and smokey. An alluring voice you would want whispering and moaning in your ear while making love. My Annabelles voice was sweet and rang like a bell when she spoke. Shattered your heart with its beauty whenever she sang… Sighing, I close my eyes in appreciatio

It killed me to treat her in such a despicable manner. To force my will on her using brute strength and intimidation. The fear in her face was awful knowing I was the cause of it. I knew she was frightened and her chaotic behavior was based on instinct and panic. I'll make this up to her though. Someway or somehow...She didn't deserve it. Leslie's broken face while I held her down on my bed underneath me ripped my heart in half. That stung more than all of the insults and threats she threw at me. The injuries she sustained needed to be treated as soon as possible and her irrational behavior was making that difficult. When I inspected her head earlier, the slice on the side of was alarmingly red and angry. I didn't think locking the door to my room would affect her so negatively, but then again, I've been alone for a long time and am not cognisant of how my behavior and decisions impacts others. The steaming cup of oolong tea she hesitantly accepted from me with a quiet 'thank you'

Walker gently unties the linen bandage around my arm as I help myself to more of the delicious cheese. He informed me that he makes the cheese himself and ages it in a nearby cave. I also have a few more slices of apples, grapes, and a couple of scrumptious, buttery shortbreads. Having some food in my belly makes me feel a thousand times better. I insisted that I would be handling all of my beverages from this point forward, even though he swore he would never spike anything I consume again. After hearing him describe everything he had to do to my arm, I'm almost grateful he dosed me with a little laudanum without my knowledge. Almost. Because I was mostly unconscious, Walker was able to extract two more slivers of wood without issue. They were still embedded in my arm from last night. Not removing the splinters would have certainly caused an infection. If he had offered the laudanum, I more than likely would have refused it and when the time came to dig around in my arm, I probabl