This is all written by me. MINE! The pics of landscape are mine the rest I googled.
When the female silhouette walked out from the shadows shock and fear rolled off me. It was her, the evil woman from my nightmares! With her walking towards us I...
⚠️warning sexual content but not descriptively only brief⚠️ (Music by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds "Red Right Hand)
Lachlan's POV********
It was the in the year 1012, Ireland. I was Viking in a time when we dominated Ireland. I was a fierce warrior that fought along side the King killing many enemies. For this the King rewarded me with land and riches. We had been at peace for years and I had grown soft, distracted, and spent my time with women and drinking. I was sitting at my usual table drinking my usual meed, getting my usual pleasure from the bar-maids mouth.
⚠️"That's it wench, swallow it!" I grunt shoving my length down her throat as far as it will go hard forcing my warm seed down her throat. I slam a gold coin on the table, throw the wench off my length by her hair and growl,⚠️
"Meed now wench." She scurries off taking the gold with her.
After hours of drink, song, and telling old battle stories I was soused and ready for my bed. I staggered out of the tavern, not noticing someone or something in a dark cloak following me. They had stayed hidden in the shadows, watching and waiting. The whole time I was unawares, oblivious of being watched, of being stalked. In the darkness of the night with only the light of the moon to guide me to my home. I stagger and sing old battle songs very loud and off key in my ignorant bliss when someone in a dark cloak blocked my path. I threw a coin at their feet and said, "take coin and be gone beggar out of my way." I pompously command. I hear a female chuckle and she raised her hood to give me a face to match the chuckle.
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When I laid eyes on her I gasped. She was indeed beautiful. He rich caramel skin glowed in the moonlight. Her black hair had a sheen giving her a halo like an angel. She had golden art work adorn her body. But the eyes were different. Her eyes were glowing gold but, were empty, hard, unfeeling, like staring into a black abyss of nothingness. If the eyes are the windows to the soul then her soul was in hell and she's an extension of hell's evil reach. I shiver at her penetrating stare. She finally speaks with a demanding force I cannot deny her. I don't want to, and try not to, but it's useless. "You are mine!" She uses a long nail and scrapes across her wrist spilling blood, "Drink mea deliciae." (My pet in Latin). I drink. I don't want to drink but, I can't stop myself. Whatever hold this creature has on me I can not fight it. I drink the cold, iron tasting bitter liquid. "That's enough Mea Deliciae," and she pulls her wrists away and it heals before my eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest and in my ears as fear, shock, anger, disgust, so many emotions so little time. Then she pulls me forward with strong arms and bites my shoulder hard. "Aaahhh!!" I yell in pain from the bite and the burning sensation that's now spreading through my body.
As I'm writhing in pain all I can think about is Valhalla , I reach for my sward at a feeble attempt to fight back. I slice her side as she spins me around and pulls me into a choke-hold for easier access to snap my neck. I pray to Odin to welcome my soul into Valhalla I feel a painful snap of my neck and then nothing but blackness.........
