Carla sat up in bed, her head swimming. She looked around the moonlight room, a sense of panic rising up inside of her. She took a deep breath, then another, and she could slowly feel her heart rate dropping back to normal. She was pretty sure that when all of this was done with she would be having panic attacks for the next twenty years.
"You okay?" William's voice was still groggy with sleep.
"As good as good be." She smiled, looking down at him.
His pale skin seemed to glow silver in the moonlight, his eyes were just small little blips of reflected light in the semi-darkness of the room. She reached down and ran her hands through his hair, kissing his forehead.
"You don't have to be scared. I'm here." He laughed, pulling her close.
She enjoyed the feeling of his warmth, his strength. It did make her feel safer, if only a little bit. The reality was that William was human, just like she was. He could be hurt, he could bleed, and he could die, just like she could. He could also fail her and abandon her, just like so many people had before him.
She pushed those thoughts aside. They weren't going to do her any good. Not now. She had to focus on one thing, and one thing only, getting the hell away from the Black Rose Society.
"Where'd ya go?" He looked her in the eyes.
"Nowhere important." She kissed the tip of his nose.
The sound of something shuffling, moving across the floor stopped Carla cold. Her body locked up.
"What was..." William wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. Carla placed her hand over his mouth quickly.
She was half tempted to pull the covers up, to cover herself like she did when she was a little kid. The monster under the bed couldn't get you under the covers. Sadly, this monster could.
Her eyes glanced around the room. What she could see was just empty space, but there were so many shadows that she couldn't be sure. Then she heard it again. The shuffling sound, this time moving closer to the bed.
She moved quickly, reaching over to the nightstand, flipping on the lamp, filling the room with light.
She got a brief view of her attacker, an older woman, probably in her late sixties, with grey hair and a creased face. Her mouth was open, but not in a scream. No, the woman was laughing, a raspy, dry, horrible laugh. The woman lept at the bed.
William shouted, kicking out, his foot connecting with the woman's stomach. She let out a gasp of air, her dentures flying from between her lips and splattering onto the hard wood floor. The woman collapsed on the mattress, her hands around her stomach. She was rocking back and forth.
"You bastard." The woman's voice gave away years of smoking. "She'll get you. She'll get both of you."
William looked at her, and then kicked out again, the heel of his foot connecting with the woman's head. She flew off the bed, landing hard on the floor, her skull connecting with the wood with a loud crack.
Carla got up, glancing over the edge of the bed.
"I think you killed her." She could see that the old woman wasn't moving, and a small pool of blood was forming by the side of her head.
"Come on." William grabbed her arm, yanking her off of the bed, towards the doorway that led to the hall.
William flung open the bedroom door and froze. Carla's gaze was still focused on the old woman, not moving, and from what she could see, not breathing. She finally looked at the door when she felt William's hand squeeze hers.
Carla turned her head, and screamed. Standing there in nothing but a black robe was the woman she had seen in so many pictures, in the library, and now in the doorway to the bedroom. There was Moira Clawson.
Carla didn't have time to do do much else. There was a shriek, and Carla felt something collide with the back of her head, and then the room went dark.
9/9/09
9/8/09
Spirit Lake Ep. 1.46 and 1.47
1.46
Detective Stephen Roberts had never thought he would ever have to deal with something like this. A conspiracy in his own town. He almost laughed that the absurdity of it all. He knew that the group holed up in the Kramer mansion was probably a bit crazy, but he had to admit, Spirit Lake seemed to be losing it's damn mind.
He slowly made his way down the long driveway towards the cruiser parked out front. The sun had set, and he could see the flashing red and blue lights bouncing off the woods surrounding the grounds through the gate.
He took in a deep breath, feeling the warm night air rush through his lungs. He could smell the lake, the trees, the whole world came to life in that one gulp of air. He couldn't help himself, he smiled. A brief moment of peace in a world that seemed to be exploding around him.
Then the image of Harvey Ridge, body hanging from in front of the library, splashed across his mind, and his smile vanished. Whoever they were dealing with, cult or not, they were some sick bastards, stringing that kid up like that.
"Ridge, Clove, you guys okay out here?" He yelled out towards the cruiser.
There wasn't an answer.
He felt a chill creep up his spine.
Stephen began to run, his legs pumping across the blacktop of the driveway. He didn't like silence, especially not now. When he got to the cruiser he froze.
Officer Daniel Ridge hung partially out of the driver's side window, his neck cut. His throat had been cut open, spilling his precious blood on to the ground. Standing next to the corpse was Officer Michael Clove. The man was cupping the spilling blood, then rubbing it against his skin.
"It feels so good Detective." Michael looked at him. "I can feel his life seeping into me. My skin absorbs it, you know it."
Stephen pulled his gun, aiming it at Michael's head.
"Don't move." His voice cracked, exposing his fear.
Michael just smiled.
"That won't do you any good." He took a step forward.
Before Stephen could shoot he felt something colide with the middle of his back. He went sprawling, landing on his stomach, the wind knocked out of him. He coughed, and tried to push himself up, but a foot stomped on his spine, flattening him out on the driveway. He felt two hands grab him, flip him over, and Stephen found himself looking up into the eyes of a stranger. It was a man he had seen around town many times, probably his whole life, but he had never learned his name. He was older, with salt and pepper hair and a slightly wrinkled face. His clothes were nice, neat if a bit plain. He looked like your average neighbor.
In the man's hand was a knife, still stained with what had to be Officer Ridge's blood.
The man smiled, and then raised the knife over his head.
"Your sacrifice will not go unappreciated." The man closed his eyes, nodded, and then brought the knife down, cutting into Stephen's chest.
Stephen howled in pain as the knife was yanked out, then driven back in, now just below his rip cage.
As Stephen's blood drained from his body he watched as the two men knelt down next to him, smearing their hands in the crimson pools forming at Stephen's sides. He watched as they began to rub the blood on their faces, then on their arms. They began ripping at their clothes, exposing more skin, covering themselves.
Then, slowly, the lights began to fade, and Stephen felt as if he was falling away, into a darkness, away from the acts of depravity that surrounded him.
Then there was nothing.
1.47
Roxanne sat up at the sound of the scream. She reached over, grabbing her clothes, holding them against her exposed body.
"Did you hear that?" She looked down at Julie.
Julie just nodded, then slowly stood, grabbing her clothes off of the deck in the process. When Roxanne began to speak again Julie placed her finger over Roxanne's lips.
Quickly, and as quietly as they could, both women began to get dressed.
Looking back on it, having a wild, passionate romp under the stars wasn't such a good idea all things considered.
"We need to get inside. Now." Julie's voice was a harsh whisper.
Roxanne nodded and tried to finish buttoning up her shirt. It wasn't an easy task under such stressful situations. Eventually she just gave up. She had her bra on, so the important bits were covered. She would deal with the rest once she was inside, safe.
Both women paused at the sound of a twig snapping.
It was probably nothing, thought Roxanne, just a squirrel. Oh God, let it be a squirrel.
There was a giggle, followed by more snaps and the sound of someone's feet running.
It wasn't a squirrel.
"Oh God." Roxanne's voice came out louder than expected. She sucked in a gulp of air, and turned, ready to run. The sound of two feet landing on the hard wood of the deck. She looked up and could see Julie's eyes locked on the other end of the deck. Roxanne didn't want to, but she turned.
Standing there, with her hand behind her back, was the woman they had seen outside of The Hub. The one who had been with her boyfriend. The one who had been holding the black rose. She was standing there, smiling at them.
"Leaving so soon?" The woman took a step forward.
Roxanne felt Julie's arm press against her chest, trying to protect her. It was a nice jesture, but it probably wasn't going to do much.
"Run!" Julie screamed, pushing Roxanne back towards the house.
They both turned and started for the back door, but the woman's boyfriend was already there.
"I don't think so." He smiled, then swung, his fist connecting with Julie's face, knocking her to the ground.
Roxanne took a step back, and then man matched her step. She was stuck, trapped.
She didn't even see the girl behind her, or the bat she had in her hand. She only felt the thick wood connect with the back of her skull, and then there was darkness.
Detective Stephen Roberts had never thought he would ever have to deal with something like this. A conspiracy in his own town. He almost laughed that the absurdity of it all. He knew that the group holed up in the Kramer mansion was probably a bit crazy, but he had to admit, Spirit Lake seemed to be losing it's damn mind.
He slowly made his way down the long driveway towards the cruiser parked out front. The sun had set, and he could see the flashing red and blue lights bouncing off the woods surrounding the grounds through the gate.
He took in a deep breath, feeling the warm night air rush through his lungs. He could smell the lake, the trees, the whole world came to life in that one gulp of air. He couldn't help himself, he smiled. A brief moment of peace in a world that seemed to be exploding around him.
Then the image of Harvey Ridge, body hanging from in front of the library, splashed across his mind, and his smile vanished. Whoever they were dealing with, cult or not, they were some sick bastards, stringing that kid up like that.
"Ridge, Clove, you guys okay out here?" He yelled out towards the cruiser.
There wasn't an answer.
He felt a chill creep up his spine.
Stephen began to run, his legs pumping across the blacktop of the driveway. He didn't like silence, especially not now. When he got to the cruiser he froze.
Officer Daniel Ridge hung partially out of the driver's side window, his neck cut. His throat had been cut open, spilling his precious blood on to the ground. Standing next to the corpse was Officer Michael Clove. The man was cupping the spilling blood, then rubbing it against his skin.
"It feels so good Detective." Michael looked at him. "I can feel his life seeping into me. My skin absorbs it, you know it."
Stephen pulled his gun, aiming it at Michael's head.
"Don't move." His voice cracked, exposing his fear.
Michael just smiled.
"That won't do you any good." He took a step forward.
Before Stephen could shoot he felt something colide with the middle of his back. He went sprawling, landing on his stomach, the wind knocked out of him. He coughed, and tried to push himself up, but a foot stomped on his spine, flattening him out on the driveway. He felt two hands grab him, flip him over, and Stephen found himself looking up into the eyes of a stranger. It was a man he had seen around town many times, probably his whole life, but he had never learned his name. He was older, with salt and pepper hair and a slightly wrinkled face. His clothes were nice, neat if a bit plain. He looked like your average neighbor.
In the man's hand was a knife, still stained with what had to be Officer Ridge's blood.
The man smiled, and then raised the knife over his head.
"Your sacrifice will not go unappreciated." The man closed his eyes, nodded, and then brought the knife down, cutting into Stephen's chest.
Stephen howled in pain as the knife was yanked out, then driven back in, now just below his rip cage.
As Stephen's blood drained from his body he watched as the two men knelt down next to him, smearing their hands in the crimson pools forming at Stephen's sides. He watched as they began to rub the blood on their faces, then on their arms. They began ripping at their clothes, exposing more skin, covering themselves.
Then, slowly, the lights began to fade, and Stephen felt as if he was falling away, into a darkness, away from the acts of depravity that surrounded him.
Then there was nothing.
1.47
Roxanne sat up at the sound of the scream. She reached over, grabbing her clothes, holding them against her exposed body.
"Did you hear that?" She looked down at Julie.
Julie just nodded, then slowly stood, grabbing her clothes off of the deck in the process. When Roxanne began to speak again Julie placed her finger over Roxanne's lips.
Quickly, and as quietly as they could, both women began to get dressed.
Looking back on it, having a wild, passionate romp under the stars wasn't such a good idea all things considered.
"We need to get inside. Now." Julie's voice was a harsh whisper.
Roxanne nodded and tried to finish buttoning up her shirt. It wasn't an easy task under such stressful situations. Eventually she just gave up. She had her bra on, so the important bits were covered. She would deal with the rest once she was inside, safe.
Both women paused at the sound of a twig snapping.
It was probably nothing, thought Roxanne, just a squirrel. Oh God, let it be a squirrel.
There was a giggle, followed by more snaps and the sound of someone's feet running.
It wasn't a squirrel.
"Oh God." Roxanne's voice came out louder than expected. She sucked in a gulp of air, and turned, ready to run. The sound of two feet landing on the hard wood of the deck. She looked up and could see Julie's eyes locked on the other end of the deck. Roxanne didn't want to, but she turned.
Standing there, with her hand behind her back, was the woman they had seen outside of The Hub. The one who had been with her boyfriend. The one who had been holding the black rose. She was standing there, smiling at them.
"Leaving so soon?" The woman took a step forward.
Roxanne felt Julie's arm press against her chest, trying to protect her. It was a nice jesture, but it probably wasn't going to do much.
"Run!" Julie screamed, pushing Roxanne back towards the house.
They both turned and started for the back door, but the woman's boyfriend was already there.
"I don't think so." He smiled, then swung, his fist connecting with Julie's face, knocking her to the ground.
Roxanne took a step back, and then man matched her step. She was stuck, trapped.
She didn't even see the girl behind her, or the bat she had in her hand. She only felt the thick wood connect with the back of her skull, and then there was darkness.
9/7/09
Double Episodes tomorrow!
Hey guys, because of the holiday and all of that, I will be doing double episodes tomorrow! YAY! Now go enjoy the rest of your Labor Day!
9/4/09
Spirit Lake Ep. 1.45
Moira stood at the front gates, her cloak fluttering behind her glorious naked form. Her hood fell back, freeing her hair, letting the long black mane flutter in the wind.
She could sense the passion, the heat that the house gave off. She would let them have their fun for now, but once the clock struck midnight she had her followers would strike.
"What are you going to do to them?" A male voice emanated from the shadows.
"Brian, what are you doing out here?" She turned, seeing only Brian’s silhoutte. "You know you can show yourself to me."
"I would rather not." He didn’t move. "What are you going to do to them?"
She smiled, her red lips glittering in the moonlight. "I’m going to do what I have to. I have to protect the society. You know that." She walked towards him, her hand moving up to stroke his cheek.
He pulled away.
"Julie will understand when she sees you. Just as your mother did." Moira closed her cloak, pulling up her hood. "Your mother’s sacrifice was a noble one. I hope your sister’s will be as well."
"Leave Julie alone." Brian lunged at her, but before he could touch her, she was gone.
The moonlight fell on his arm, a mess of silver and flesh. His hand resembled a gargoyles claw, all twisted metal and sharp edges.
He pulled his arm back, holding it against his chest.
His eyes fell on the house, taking only a brief mental picture before running into the thick forest that surrounded the estate.
She could sense the passion, the heat that the house gave off. She would let them have their fun for now, but once the clock struck midnight she had her followers would strike.
"What are you going to do to them?" A male voice emanated from the shadows.
"Brian, what are you doing out here?" She turned, seeing only Brian’s silhoutte. "You know you can show yourself to me."
"I would rather not." He didn’t move. "What are you going to do to them?"
She smiled, her red lips glittering in the moonlight. "I’m going to do what I have to. I have to protect the society. You know that." She walked towards him, her hand moving up to stroke his cheek.
He pulled away.
"Julie will understand when she sees you. Just as your mother did." Moira closed her cloak, pulling up her hood. "Your mother’s sacrifice was a noble one. I hope your sister’s will be as well."
"Leave Julie alone." Brian lunged at her, but before he could touch her, she was gone.
The moonlight fell on his arm, a mess of silver and flesh. His hand resembled a gargoyles claw, all twisted metal and sharp edges.
He pulled his arm back, holding it against his chest.
His eyes fell on the house, taking only a brief mental picture before running into the thick forest that surrounded the estate.
9/3/09
Spirit Lake Ep. 1.44
Paul hobbled his way into the family room, his side giving him little reminders to take his time as he walked. He seemed like he had stepped into his past when he saw the room, magazines strewn all over the floor, Carla laughing as she flipped the pages. William sat there, watching her, his eyes lighting up every time she smiled. He was a new edition to their group, but he seemed as if he had always been there.
"You two kids behaving?" He found his way to the large couch and sat down, his body groaning as he sat.
"What’s it to you?" Carla looked back at him, a mischievous look in her eye. "You’re not going to start the whole devoted, protective husband act this late in the game are you?"
He laughed, not even the pain in his side stopping the joyous noise from escaping his lips.
"When are you two finalizing that divorce any ways?" William leaned back on his hands, his eyes moving from Carla to Paul.
"Soon." Paul glanced around the room, his eyes falling on the old stereo, a stack of CD’s sitting next to it. "Why? You planning on making the moves on my wife?"
"With your permission of course." William laughed, looking at Carla.
She gave him a scowl and tossed a magazine at William’s head, just missing by an inch.
Paul stood, making his way towards the stereo. He hit the power button, and was glad to see the thing come to life. He hit play, and Bonnie Raitt’s sweet, raspy voice filled the room.
"You guys listened to this stuff?" William laid back.
For a few seconds they he almost looked like a teenage version of himself.
He didn’t know why, but that image made him choke up a bit. He was suddenly realizing how much time he had waisted in that room, out on the docks, in the lake. He was so scared that he had never let anything really happen between him and Roy. He had spent so many years afraid that he had denied himself the only thing that seemed to give him strength lately.
Still, there was one memory he had held on to from those days, the one perfect moment he had experienced in his life before reality crashed through, and everything hit the fan.
It had been the end of summer leading into his senior year. He, Julie, Roy, Carla and Brian had spent the day down on the dock, swimming in the lake, listening to music, and of course getting drunk.
Julie’s father had been out of town, so they had actually been able to spend some time in the house. The sun had set, and everyone, buzzed, had decided they needed food. He and Roy had slipped off while everyone was cooking.
At first they had just talked, and then Roy had decided that they needed some music.
It was the same song as they were listening to now.
They had just sat there, in the dark, the music flowing out of the speakers. They didn’t say a word, just sat there. Paul didn’t know why he had gotten up, but he had. He took Roy’s hand in his, and they just stood there, swaying, holding on to each other.
At the time Paul had blamed the beer, but looking back on it, he knew the truth. He knew then that in that moment he had been completely and totally at peace. There was no conflict, no pressure. He had just let go, and been happy for five minutes.
"Hey, Paul, you should take it easy."
Roy’s voice snapped him back to the present.
Paul didn’t speak, he just walked over to Roy, taking his hand, leading him to the middle of the room. Then, letting Roy take the lead, they repeated that same gentle sway they had all those years ago.
"Well, isn’t that sweet." Carla laughed.
"Don’t make fun." William stood, holding out his hand. "Care to dance?"
Paul looked over, and could see Carla smiling. She had never smiled that way for him, and he knew why. They had been together because it was convenient.
Nothing in any of their lives was convenient anymore, but necessary, and Paul knew that this moment, this bit of peaceful, perfect bliss, was what they needed to build themselves up. It united them, connected them, and made them stronger against whatever force was building up against them.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head against Roy’s shoulder.
"You remembered." Roy’s voice was a soft whisper in his ear.
Paul answered by gently kissing Roy’s neck, pulling him closer, letting their bodies touch so close, in a way he had been afraid of back in high school.
The song ended, but they didn’t stop.
When Paul opened his eyes he could see that Roy and he were alone.
"Where’d they go?" He wrapped his arms around Roy’s waist.
"Don’t know." Roy smiled, leading Paul towards the couch.
They lay down, their bodies resting against each other, finding peace in the warmth.
The reality of their current situation suddenly hit Paul like a hammer to the head. This could be their last perfect moment. Some cult was about to steal the chance for more of this, more of life away from them.
He leaned his back against Roy’s chest, taking Roy’s hand in his. He kissed the palm, then let it rest on his chest. He closed his eyes, letting the sound of Roy’s heartbeat lull him to sleep.
-*-
Carla led William up the main staircase, towards the small guest room she had claimed for herself earlier.
Once inside she didn’t know what took over, but she threw herself, full force at William.
The next few moments seemed a blur of flying clothes and bare flesh.
As she and William made love she let go. She gave into him completely, and let him take over. For her that was the greatest sacrifice she had ever made for anyone, but for William it seemed right. She felt safe, strong.
For once everything felt right.
-*-
Julie had let a small peck grow, deepen, until she and Roxanne found themselves lost in their kiss. It had shocked Julie how easy it was to let Roxanne in.
Roxanne took a step back, breaking there embrace. Her face was flushed, her lipstick smeared.
"I’ve never done this before." Her voice shook, but not from fear.
Julie could see the want, the need in Roxanne’s eyes. It had been so long since she had seen that look in another woman’s eyes. Her last girlfriend had been cold, distant. They had stayed together out of sheer need for the status of a relationship, nothing more. They had seemed to drift apart slowly, and soon she found herself single again without even realizing it.
"It’s okay." Julie held back the urge to grab Roxanne. She would let her make the next move. "You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to."
Julie watched Roxanne struggle with her thoughts for a few seconds, and then, without warning, they were locked at the lips again.
Their hands began to wander, explore each other.
They lay on the deck, connected. They were one unified body, moving in perfect rhythm to the signals that their bodies gave off.
Julie felt her shirt come off, then her bra. The cool night’s air felt amazing against her skin. As it mixed with the heat of Roxanne pressing against her she felt every nerve go on high alert.
Sex, making love, had never been like this before. It had always seemed to lack passion. There was attraction, but at that moment Julie finally felt fully connected to her partner.
When they had finished they just lay there, naked underneath the stars.
"You two kids behaving?" He found his way to the large couch and sat down, his body groaning as he sat.
"What’s it to you?" Carla looked back at him, a mischievous look in her eye. "You’re not going to start the whole devoted, protective husband act this late in the game are you?"
He laughed, not even the pain in his side stopping the joyous noise from escaping his lips.
"When are you two finalizing that divorce any ways?" William leaned back on his hands, his eyes moving from Carla to Paul.
"Soon." Paul glanced around the room, his eyes falling on the old stereo, a stack of CD’s sitting next to it. "Why? You planning on making the moves on my wife?"
"With your permission of course." William laughed, looking at Carla.
She gave him a scowl and tossed a magazine at William’s head, just missing by an inch.
Paul stood, making his way towards the stereo. He hit the power button, and was glad to see the thing come to life. He hit play, and Bonnie Raitt’s sweet, raspy voice filled the room.
"You guys listened to this stuff?" William laid back.
For a few seconds they he almost looked like a teenage version of himself.
He didn’t know why, but that image made him choke up a bit. He was suddenly realizing how much time he had waisted in that room, out on the docks, in the lake. He was so scared that he had never let anything really happen between him and Roy. He had spent so many years afraid that he had denied himself the only thing that seemed to give him strength lately.
Still, there was one memory he had held on to from those days, the one perfect moment he had experienced in his life before reality crashed through, and everything hit the fan.
It had been the end of summer leading into his senior year. He, Julie, Roy, Carla and Brian had spent the day down on the dock, swimming in the lake, listening to music, and of course getting drunk.
Julie’s father had been out of town, so they had actually been able to spend some time in the house. The sun had set, and everyone, buzzed, had decided they needed food. He and Roy had slipped off while everyone was cooking.
At first they had just talked, and then Roy had decided that they needed some music.
It was the same song as they were listening to now.
They had just sat there, in the dark, the music flowing out of the speakers. They didn’t say a word, just sat there. Paul didn’t know why he had gotten up, but he had. He took Roy’s hand in his, and they just stood there, swaying, holding on to each other.
At the time Paul had blamed the beer, but looking back on it, he knew the truth. He knew then that in that moment he had been completely and totally at peace. There was no conflict, no pressure. He had just let go, and been happy for five minutes.
"Hey, Paul, you should take it easy."
Roy’s voice snapped him back to the present.
Paul didn’t speak, he just walked over to Roy, taking his hand, leading him to the middle of the room. Then, letting Roy take the lead, they repeated that same gentle sway they had all those years ago.
"Well, isn’t that sweet." Carla laughed.
"Don’t make fun." William stood, holding out his hand. "Care to dance?"
Paul looked over, and could see Carla smiling. She had never smiled that way for him, and he knew why. They had been together because it was convenient.
Nothing in any of their lives was convenient anymore, but necessary, and Paul knew that this moment, this bit of peaceful, perfect bliss, was what they needed to build themselves up. It united them, connected them, and made them stronger against whatever force was building up against them.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head against Roy’s shoulder.
"You remembered." Roy’s voice was a soft whisper in his ear.
Paul answered by gently kissing Roy’s neck, pulling him closer, letting their bodies touch so close, in a way he had been afraid of back in high school.
The song ended, but they didn’t stop.
When Paul opened his eyes he could see that Roy and he were alone.
"Where’d they go?" He wrapped his arms around Roy’s waist.
"Don’t know." Roy smiled, leading Paul towards the couch.
They lay down, their bodies resting against each other, finding peace in the warmth.
The reality of their current situation suddenly hit Paul like a hammer to the head. This could be their last perfect moment. Some cult was about to steal the chance for more of this, more of life away from them.
He leaned his back against Roy’s chest, taking Roy’s hand in his. He kissed the palm, then let it rest on his chest. He closed his eyes, letting the sound of Roy’s heartbeat lull him to sleep.
-*-
Carla led William up the main staircase, towards the small guest room she had claimed for herself earlier.
Once inside she didn’t know what took over, but she threw herself, full force at William.
The next few moments seemed a blur of flying clothes and bare flesh.
As she and William made love she let go. She gave into him completely, and let him take over. For her that was the greatest sacrifice she had ever made for anyone, but for William it seemed right. She felt safe, strong.
For once everything felt right.
-*-
Julie had let a small peck grow, deepen, until she and Roxanne found themselves lost in their kiss. It had shocked Julie how easy it was to let Roxanne in.
Roxanne took a step back, breaking there embrace. Her face was flushed, her lipstick smeared.
"I’ve never done this before." Her voice shook, but not from fear.
Julie could see the want, the need in Roxanne’s eyes. It had been so long since she had seen that look in another woman’s eyes. Her last girlfriend had been cold, distant. They had stayed together out of sheer need for the status of a relationship, nothing more. They had seemed to drift apart slowly, and soon she found herself single again without even realizing it.
"It’s okay." Julie held back the urge to grab Roxanne. She would let her make the next move. "You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to."
Julie watched Roxanne struggle with her thoughts for a few seconds, and then, without warning, they were locked at the lips again.
Their hands began to wander, explore each other.
They lay on the deck, connected. They were one unified body, moving in perfect rhythm to the signals that their bodies gave off.
Julie felt her shirt come off, then her bra. The cool night’s air felt amazing against her skin. As it mixed with the heat of Roxanne pressing against her she felt every nerve go on high alert.
Sex, making love, had never been like this before. It had always seemed to lack passion. There was attraction, but at that moment Julie finally felt fully connected to her partner.
When they had finished they just lay there, naked underneath the stars.
9/2/09
Spirit Lake Ep. 1.43
Roxanne stepped out onto the porch, being careful not to disturb Julie. The woman seemed so at peace, so relaxed, while she, herself, was a total mess. Her little freak out at the bar had probably nearly gotten her slapped. She wasn’t hysterical now, but she wasn’t calm either.
"How do you do it?" Roxanne crossed her arms over her chest. Her voice still had that moist sound from all her crying. "How do you stay so calm?"
Julie looked at her, face flat, but Roxanne could see the caring in her eyes.
"I don’t know." She turned, leaning her back against the railing. "I mean, I have my moments. Trust me, I have had some major freak outs. I guess, now, knowing that there is no real escape, I have just kind of let it all go."
"You’re giving up?" Roxanne’s voice went up an octave. She took a step towards Julie, her arms flinging to her sides, fists clenched.
"No." Julie smiled. "I’m going to fight."
She could feel her body relax a bit. Julie was right. There was no escape. It was either fight and survive or give up and let those sick bastards cut you up like they did that Harvey kid.
Julie took a step towards Roxanne, her hand gently stroking Roxanne’s cheek. Their eyes met.
"I know you’re scared, but you’re not alone in this." Julie hugged Roxanne, her arms holding her tight.
In all her life she had never felt as safe in someone’s arms as she did at that moment. Roxanne could actually feel her mind relaxing, and her heart rate slowing. She hugged Julie back.
The let each other go, and for a brief moment they looked into each other’s eyes, then Roxanne leaned forward, gently kissing Julie’s lips.
Before Julie could even relax Roxanne backed up, her eyes on her feet, her hands behind her back, as if she was ready to be scolded.
She had never done something that bold before, at least not with another woman. With men it was easy. She felt nothing, and so there was no risk in getting involved. With Julie it was different. She couldn’t explain it, but at that moment a whole new fear took over. She feared that she had damaged whatever they had been forming between them over the last couple of days with one simple kiss.
Then she felt Julie’s hands on her shoulders, pulling her close. She looked up and their lips met. Roxanne’s eyes closed tight, and she seemed to vanish into the kiss. For the moment their lips were joined the world and all it’s problems didn’t exist.
It was one of the few perfect moments in Roxanne’s life
"How do you do it?" Roxanne crossed her arms over her chest. Her voice still had that moist sound from all her crying. "How do you stay so calm?"
Julie looked at her, face flat, but Roxanne could see the caring in her eyes.
"I don’t know." She turned, leaning her back against the railing. "I mean, I have my moments. Trust me, I have had some major freak outs. I guess, now, knowing that there is no real escape, I have just kind of let it all go."
"You’re giving up?" Roxanne’s voice went up an octave. She took a step towards Julie, her arms flinging to her sides, fists clenched.
"No." Julie smiled. "I’m going to fight."
She could feel her body relax a bit. Julie was right. There was no escape. It was either fight and survive or give up and let those sick bastards cut you up like they did that Harvey kid.
Julie took a step towards Roxanne, her hand gently stroking Roxanne’s cheek. Their eyes met.
"I know you’re scared, but you’re not alone in this." Julie hugged Roxanne, her arms holding her tight.
In all her life she had never felt as safe in someone’s arms as she did at that moment. Roxanne could actually feel her mind relaxing, and her heart rate slowing. She hugged Julie back.
The let each other go, and for a brief moment they looked into each other’s eyes, then Roxanne leaned forward, gently kissing Julie’s lips.
Before Julie could even relax Roxanne backed up, her eyes on her feet, her hands behind her back, as if she was ready to be scolded.
She had never done something that bold before, at least not with another woman. With men it was easy. She felt nothing, and so there was no risk in getting involved. With Julie it was different. She couldn’t explain it, but at that moment a whole new fear took over. She feared that she had damaged whatever they had been forming between them over the last couple of days with one simple kiss.
Then she felt Julie’s hands on her shoulders, pulling her close. She looked up and their lips met. Roxanne’s eyes closed tight, and she seemed to vanish into the kiss. For the moment their lips were joined the world and all it’s problems didn’t exist.
It was one of the few perfect moments in Roxanne’s life
9/1/09
Spirit Lake Ep. 1.42
William found Carla sitting in the family room, curled up on a sheet covered couch, a magazine in her lap. She seemed perfectly at ease, the complete opposite of what he felt at the moment.
He was two seconds away from loosing his mind and running into the woods, praying that the Black Rose Society forgot all about his existence.
He took a deep breath, and sat in the chair across from her.
"What you reading?" He crossed his legs, his fingers tapping the padded arms of the dusty chair.
She held up the magazine, and he nearly burst out laughing. It was a teen pop mag from back when they were in high school.
"I found a whole stack of them in a box over there." She flipped the page, but didn’t look up at him.
"You must have spent a lot of time here back then." He looked over his shoulder, out the large bay windows that looked out into the woods, and then the lake. "I mean, you and Julie were really close."
"Not so much in the house. More like around the house." Carla looked up, throwing the magazine to the floor. "Julie’s dad didn’t really like company."
She stood and started fishing through a large cardboard box. William could hear the sound of objects shifting, clouds of dust billowing out with every move. The particles seemed to dance in the fading sunlight.
"What did I do Carla?" William stood, his hands held out, palms up. He was physically, and emotionally opening himself to her, and he was half ready for her to strike.
"Nothing." She looked back at him, confused. "Why?"
"It’s just... I thought maybe we had something starting up, but now you’re acting kind of..." His mouth was moving, but he couldn’t think of a word that wouldn’t make her angry.
She walked over to him, and he felt his muscles tightened. He was half expecting a slap, but what he got shocked him. Her lips pressed against his, her hand gently moving through his hair, then resting on his neck, pulling his face gently towards hers.
When she finally let him go he knew he looked like a complete idiot. He could feel the large smile on his face, and his cheeks burning as the blood rushed to them, probably making him as red as a beet.
"William, if this is going to work, then you have to understand that I’m not always the warmest person." She smiled, walking back towards the box. "You should get the crash course from Paul. Our marriage may have been a shame, but he did know me backwards and forwards."
"I think I want to learn through my own experience." He walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her body close to his. "I learn best through experience."
She turned, gave him a light kiss, then stepped back. "That was cute, and so cheesy at the same time."
She laughed, then returned to her box.
"Help me find something to read." She knelt down on the floor, tipping the box over. "Kind of need a distraction, and the teenage hunks of 2003 just aren’t doing it right now."
William joined her, fishing through the dusty magazines and creased paperbacks. It was like looking at a time capsule. He had been older than Carla and her friends, so he hadn’t really been into the same things as them, but he was surprised by how many memories this stuff recalled.
"Makes you feel old, doesn’t it?" He picked up a small young adult novel, a picture of a young girl’s ghost floating over some guy’s bed. The title was written in a bright red foil, the font seemed to be dripping off the page.
"A little." She looked at him. " I’m only twenty six, not eighty."
He nodded.
They sat there for the next hour, not speaking much, but just enjoying the memories that the boxes contents brought back. Memories of a simpler, safer time.
He was two seconds away from loosing his mind and running into the woods, praying that the Black Rose Society forgot all about his existence.
He took a deep breath, and sat in the chair across from her.
"What you reading?" He crossed his legs, his fingers tapping the padded arms of the dusty chair.
She held up the magazine, and he nearly burst out laughing. It was a teen pop mag from back when they were in high school.
"I found a whole stack of them in a box over there." She flipped the page, but didn’t look up at him.
"You must have spent a lot of time here back then." He looked over his shoulder, out the large bay windows that looked out into the woods, and then the lake. "I mean, you and Julie were really close."
"Not so much in the house. More like around the house." Carla looked up, throwing the magazine to the floor. "Julie’s dad didn’t really like company."
She stood and started fishing through a large cardboard box. William could hear the sound of objects shifting, clouds of dust billowing out with every move. The particles seemed to dance in the fading sunlight.
"What did I do Carla?" William stood, his hands held out, palms up. He was physically, and emotionally opening himself to her, and he was half ready for her to strike.
"Nothing." She looked back at him, confused. "Why?"
"It’s just... I thought maybe we had something starting up, but now you’re acting kind of..." His mouth was moving, but he couldn’t think of a word that wouldn’t make her angry.
She walked over to him, and he felt his muscles tightened. He was half expecting a slap, but what he got shocked him. Her lips pressed against his, her hand gently moving through his hair, then resting on his neck, pulling his face gently towards hers.
When she finally let him go he knew he looked like a complete idiot. He could feel the large smile on his face, and his cheeks burning as the blood rushed to them, probably making him as red as a beet.
"William, if this is going to work, then you have to understand that I’m not always the warmest person." She smiled, walking back towards the box. "You should get the crash course from Paul. Our marriage may have been a shame, but he did know me backwards and forwards."
"I think I want to learn through my own experience." He walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her body close to his. "I learn best through experience."
She turned, gave him a light kiss, then stepped back. "That was cute, and so cheesy at the same time."
She laughed, then returned to her box.
"Help me find something to read." She knelt down on the floor, tipping the box over. "Kind of need a distraction, and the teenage hunks of 2003 just aren’t doing it right now."
William joined her, fishing through the dusty magazines and creased paperbacks. It was like looking at a time capsule. He had been older than Carla and her friends, so he hadn’t really been into the same things as them, but he was surprised by how many memories this stuff recalled.
"Makes you feel old, doesn’t it?" He picked up a small young adult novel, a picture of a young girl’s ghost floating over some guy’s bed. The title was written in a bright red foil, the font seemed to be dripping off the page.
"A little." She looked at him. " I’m only twenty six, not eighty."
He nodded.
They sat there for the next hour, not speaking much, but just enjoying the memories that the boxes contents brought back. Memories of a simpler, safer time.
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