I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 3: Meetings and Greetings

A\N: i am going to skip the traveling with Damiens dad and Samuel. Its just basically them traveling a whole week in silence :). That is all xP how do yall like it so far??

(Damien P.O.V)

This has been the most peaceful week of my entire life. I loved it when father would travel. He does not travel very often but when he does I love it. I loved getting to be alone and to be able to work in peace and eat in peace and just relax. But of course all good things must come to an end. While I was in our barn I heard the familiar clanking and rattle of the old wagon. "I swear that wagon is older than earth." I mumbled to myself.

I walked out and down our pathway to greet my father and meet the new hand. As I waited I tried to atleast catch a glimpse of him but I could'nt see him.

"Hello father, how was your trip?" always speak respectful to the master of the house I was taught. Made bile rise in my throat.

(Samuel P.O.V)

We traveled for a week a straight only stopping at night. We never talked or exchanged glances even. Which was fine with me. We entered the state of South Carolina which I finally realized is where I will now live. We went down a road and started to arrive at a mansion like cabin! The wood looked worn but sturdy. It had a wrap around porch and two large windows on either side of the house and a small window at the very top which I figured was the attic window. In the very back was a barn and that was all I could see at the moment. The house was surrounded by woods and acres of land. I noticed a tall boy come out of the barn and walking towards us.

"Hello father, how was your trip?" I heard him ask. Oh, this was the mans son. His voice was deep but not as deep as a grown mans. Maybe eighteen of age if I were to guess. His voice was calming...beautiful. something I could listen to all day. But I am not suppose to have such thoughts so I pushed it away and stood up and hopped out of the wagon to face him.

"Damn wagon wheel popped off again. Lost about two hours of day light so I had to travel extra hours in the dark to make up time." he grunted. His voice was rough and mean. I could tell already this man will be trouble.

"Sir, maybe it is time to get a new wagon. This one is very old." his son replied.

"No. This one is fine. I told you that. Take it to the barn and tighten the wheel. Did you finish your chores?" he ordered.

"Yes sir. Almost father I am finishing up the barn now." he replied.

"Good. Go." his father walked away and up to the house. They spoke more like peasant to king to one another. I just stood there and watched their interaction to one another until they were finished. The son kept glancing over at me when he was'nt talking to the father and then looking away. He motioned for me to follow him to the barn when he grabbed the horses reign and pulled them along.

"Whats your name?" he asked me.

"Samuel." I replied shortly. I hate talking. I hate people period. Nothing but trouble.

"Well my name is Damien. Welcome to South Carolina. And to our home." he smiled over at me. Wow...his smile was breathe taking. I had to remember to keep my face unemotional. Uninterested. My reply was just a grunt and I kept my face forward.

(Damien P.O.V)

This boy is not a talker at all.