A forgotten, Once Upon a time

Part 2

     Bubbie was ordered out of the throne room to wait upon his king as he and Queen Astrah did there negotiations in private. Although Bubbie didn't agree with leaving his king unguarded without him. He stood behind the double doors that he and his king had previously pushed through. Calypso's blood trail had been cleaned by an unseen force but the smell lingered .

     He had an urge to go follow it and see where it lead to. But if he was caught where he wasn't suppost to be while in someone else's kingdom he'd be seaverly punished. Such disobedience could get him in the hall of eternal pain. His King would make sure he was poperly punished. Especially after a second offense in one day. Bubbie knew better than to disobey.

     But the scent taunted him like a mouse to the scent of cheese. With his magic he began altering his body. Breaking it down so that the atoms that formed his soild body broke apart, transforming him into a black mist. He rose high up to the ceiling and began maneuvering through the halls undetected. Following the sweet scent of Calypso's blood he stopped just in front of a pair of slim double doors.

     An enchanted lock guarded entry into the room. Nothing could get in or out. Nothing solid that is. He waited for several servants to pass and then slipped under the crack of the door. Sensing no one else but the one he sought after, he used his magic again to force his atoms back into place. His solid form again restored.

     He didn't waste time looking around the room. Following the sent to another door he opened it.

     The smell of blood and the steam that enveloped the room was overwhelming. Bubbie waved some of the steam away enough to notice that it came from a porcelain bath tub. Calypso's ruined clothes were scattered on the floor, like someone had ripped her clothes off and tossed them randomly on the ground.

     He walked toward the tub, and went on his knees in front of it's rim. Calypso laid underneath the hot water. Her head half above water, eyes closed. Bubbie ran a hand through her floating hair. He laid his cheek on the rim as he played with the strands around his fingers. The water was pinkish, and blood still came out of her wounds like red smoke under the water.

     She took in an air of breath as if it was her very first one, and Bubbie put a hand to her cheek. Unexpectedly she leaned against his large palm. Eyes still closed. Bubbie leaned close to her ear. His lips centimeters away from her skin.

      “What's your name?” he whispered.

       Calypso slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Bubbie. His face so close to hers. Gasping with surprise she rushed back to the other side of the tub. Away from Bubbie.

       “Why are you here?” She asked panicked. Perhaps he was to be her death bringer, she thought.

      "Because I want to be.” His voice was smooth and his eyes were amused at her fear.

       “That's not a real answer.” She said managing some ferocity in her words.

       Bubbie crossed his arms and with a smile said, “Yes it is because it's true.”

       Her brows furrowed in puzzlement. “Why would an outsider want to be here with the Astrah's whipping girl? Unless she's given you permission to take a turn at me? Or have I been sold as slave to another?”

       Bubbie raised a hand to put against her cheek but she flinched away. Thinking he would strike her, as people often did. Bubbie stopped in mid-motion, looking down at her body. There was a deep seeping wound from the side of her neck all the way down her chest. Instead of resuming the motion to touch her cheek he laid his large palm against the wound. Calypso hissed in stinging pain.

     But Bubbie didn't stop. He put more pressure on the wound, summoning his abilities. Threads of skin started linking to the other side of the wound, healing itself. It was an itchy pain and Calypso started taking fast shallow breaths. Bubbie slowly slid his hand down and off her chest. The skin freshly healed.

       Calypso looked down at her chest in amazement. “Well thank you. But why have you come, really?”

       “What's your name?”

      “If I tell you my name will you please tell me what you are doing here?”

       “I just showed you didn't I?”

       “To heal me? I'm sure Astrah didn't give you permission to be here.”

       Bubbie stood up not saying a word to confirm her words. He bent down and lifted her out of the tub, cradling her wet body close to him. Calypso's face went red with embarrassment. Shes never had a stranger just come in and cradle her while she was in the nude before. No one has. This level of intimacy was strange to her. Although she wanted to fight and break free from his grasp, she was too weak to do so.

       Bubbie carried her through the doors he came through and laid her on her wide bed. Calypso was nervous but she didn't have the power to fend off the handsome stranger. This time Bubbie put both his hands on the next set of wounds. Healing them in twos. This time Calypso didn't feel the itchy sensation but instead a warm soothing one. When Bubbie was done sealing up all her wounds he put the covers around her and put her head on the softest pillow he could find.

       “You still haven’t answered my question.” Calypso whispered.

       “Neither have you.” He whispered back.

       “My name is Calypso, Calypso Encussiss. Now why are you here, healing me?”

       Bubbie sat at the edge of the bed. Looking away in thought. In truth he didn't know why exactly he was there either. Calypso was beautiful but he'd seen tons of other beauties before and they have never affected him in the same way she does. He didn't know why she captivated him so much so that he'd break a universal taboo.

       After a moment of silence he finally spoke, “I don't know why.”

       “How could you help me and not know why?!”

       Bubbie turned his head to face her. She froze staring into his eyes. They held so many emotions all at once. She could only decipher a few that swam in those golden rivers. Love, passion, need, puzzlement, and pity. She didn't need his pity, she thought in anger.

       But before she could say anything he leaned in close to her. She drew back, farther and farther until her head was deeply buried in the depths of the pillow. His lips brushed lightly over hers and her heart raced at this new intimacy she's never experienced before. Finally after all his teasing Bubbie pressed his lips against hers. His tongue forcing its way into her mouth and she opened for him. Not sure of anything that was taking place. Bubbie lunged his tongue deeper into mouth. Exploring every corner.

      Calypso didn't know what to do but her body began to melt into his kiss and wrapped a arm around his neck. Letting go of his rational mind Bubbie pulled down the covers from Calypso's body and pressed his firmly on top of hers. He traced her body with his hands while thrusting his mouth against hers. Calypso wanted to touch, skin to skin but he was fully dressed neck to toe in armor.

       Bubbie forced himself to break the kiss and suddenly was standing beside the bed.

       “I must go. Our rulers are probably nearing the end of their discussion. I must head back.” Bubbie said with his calm collected voice. But inside he was screaming. What had he done?!

       He turned to leave, forcing himself not to look back.

       “Wait! I have told you my name. Can you at least tell me yours before we part ways. I'm amusing forever.”

      Bubbie went stiff with her statement. He mustn't see her again but the thought of not doing so was strangely depressing.

“       My name is Bubbie Niacard.” He said with no trace of distress in his voice.

       “Bubbie? What kind of name is that?”

       “Its the name of a Slaph.”

       He said trying to remind her of what he was and will always be. They must never meet again. Never break the number one taboo of their world again. Not ever.