8 comments/ 57427 views/ 19 favorites A Crack in The Wall Ch. 01 By: LittleTempest This is only the first half of the first chapter of an erotic novel I'm working on. Not all the chapters will find their way to posting, but the juiciest parts I hope to get out for your comment and suggest. There isn't much horror in this first chapter, but I put it in this category based off of what is coming up in the near future. Hope you enjoy! * * * * * * * * * * * * 'What a shame...' Maria thought to herself. Today was supposed to be the last nice day before a storm front moved in from the Great Lakes, bringing with it a nearly week long stretch of thunderstorms. She'd always loved the rain, especially during the summer, but it still seemed a shame to be wasting a beautiful sunny day like today inside a classroom, on a gen ed class at that. She let her mind wander to the day she spent laying out in the park with her room mate Sarah last weekend, and her encounter with Brandon, the cute punk from her art history class. Her mind drifted to watching him and some of the other guys skating in the small concrete area of the park. She wasn't sure why Sarah always liked to lay out near it, or at all. Maria wasn't one for the girlier practices of tanning or manicures or any of that, and cared very little for weather the cloths she wore had a brand stamped on them. Mostly she believed in beauty through care of the body, not through what you put on it, and preferred a yoga class to a tanning bed, and morning run over a manicure, but today she'd given in to the relentless whining of her obnoxious room mate. Once they'd gotten there, she started to at least appreciate the view. "Ooh, Mare!" Maria hated being called that, but her short stubby room mate never seemed to care. "Look at that one, doesn't he go to school with us? I never took him for a skater. Ooohh, look at those tattoos! They must cover half his body. Ooooh he's yummy!" the little pudgy girl squealed. "Yeah, he's not bad. I think I have a class with him. Art History, maybe, but its always dark in there, and he sits way in the back so I could be wrong." she hated to admit it, and tried to feigned a lack of interest, but she couldn't help but agree with Sarah, he was 'yummy'. "Oh I'd sit in the back of a dark classroom with him any day! Your such a nerd! Why do you always sit up front anyway, you cant see anyone but the professor up there." Sarah flopped back down onto the blanket in the bikini that Maria found frighteningly small for the pudgy girls disproportionately shaped body. "You need to put on more lotion, your starting to turn pink" "I told you I don't tan well, auburn is still a shade of red you know." Reluctantly she sat up in her blue and black tie-dye bikini and began applying the tanning lotion to her legs. At 5'7" she wasn't an overly tall girl, but had always had long, shapely legs. She'd played soccer and run track all through high school, and kept her own running and yoga regiment now in college since their small art school didn't have anything in way of collegiate sports. She messaged the coconut smelling cream into her skin starting at the ankles and working in small circular motions up across her calves and thighs, being sure to get it just under the edge of her bikini across her ass and between her legs. The process then moved to her mid section, working the lotion into the skin across her stomach and abs, up along her sides, and across her rib cage, lifting each breast with her free hand in turn to get the skin directly under where her ample bosoms managed to fall, even with the tightened support of the bikini straps. A larger than average chest was another 'gift' Maria had been cursed with from a young age. By the time she entered high school, she was already into a D cup, and having to custom order her bra's or shop at the few higher end lingerie stores that would carry her size. As she moved her hands to work the lotion into the exposed skin of her chest and shoulder, she lightly worked it into the cleavage the top emphasized so nicely, and around the exposed portions of each breast, up across her collar bone, and around her neck and shoulders. She'd just finished her arms and was beginning to gently work on her face when she noticed someone standing in front of her. The skater boy Sarah had pointed out earlier was leaning against the street light just in front of the left side of their blanket, smiling down at her. "Can I help you?" Maria stammered, trying not to sound startled, as she coolly finished working the tanning lotion into her face. "Just waiting to say hi, didn't want to interrupt. Besides, I was enjoying the view a little." He came forward and sat down on the grass next to their blanket. "I'm Brandon. I think we have the same art history class. Hi." he gave a coy smile as he extended his hand. Before Maria could offer a response, Sarah's hand shot passed her. Maria groaned as she heard her room mate begin to yammer. "Hi! I'm Sarah, and this is Mare!" "Maria, actually. I hate..." Sarah cut off her imposition and blathered on "I was watching you skate earlier. I love your tattoo's! Did you design them yourself?" Maria quit listening as Sarah went on, and it was apparent to her the their new friend was barely listening to her either. She couldn't help but look over the tattooed body that Sarah so promptly commented on. Various strange symbols, tribal art, and morbid looking scenes covered the majority of his arms and chest. Without realizing she was doing it, she let her eyes find their way down over the smooth build of the boys upper body. He wasn't overly muscled, but what muscle he did have was toned. Like a thoroughbred race horse, he seemed built for speed and agility, not pure brute strength. Her eyes traced along the lines of his defined pecks, and down across the subtle six pack abs. Before she processed it she found herself glancing down to the fly of his cut off Dickies. With a quick shot she brought her eyes back up to his face, only to flush beet red when he met her gaze. 'Oh god! Has he been watching me the whole time? Did his see me look at his crotch?' she flushed red again as his lips pursed into a smug smile, as though he could tell she was embarrassed at being caught. Without a word or even so much as asking if he could, he picked up the lotion, shot some into his hands, and shifted himself to behind her. Still answering Sarah and engaging her in conversation enough to keep her appeased, Brandon boldly began to massage the tanning lotion into the Maria's back and shoulders. With his lotion free hand he ran his fingers up under her hair, lifting it out of the way. He worked gently along the straps of her top, and down across the middle of her back to the top of her ass, then back up along her sides. As his hands came back up, Maria couldn't help but find herself breathing a little heavier. In her mind she imagined his hands finding there way between her arms and sides, sliding forward to slip under the fabric of her bikini top to work their way around her breasts. She imagined the tips of his fingers grazing her nipples, and then coming back to trace around them, lightly pressing on them and pinching them ever so slightly. She bit her lip at the thought, and pulled herself back to reality. She wanted him already... The thought made her blush. Brandon was practically a stranger, and here she was fantasizing about him. Brandon, however, proved to be a gentleman, and took his hands off her with a soft sweeping graze across her lower back that sent a shiver up her spine. She was a little embarrassed to look down and find that the shiver combined with the excitement from her fantasy had left her nipples stiff and pointed, which was something the thin material of her swim suit did little to hide. She wondered if he'd notices, and looked over to study his face. Once again, as if he knew exactly what she was wondering, he ran his eyes down across her body, pausing at her tie-dye covered breasts. With that same smug smile shooting back across his lips he brought his gaze back to her eyes. "You know you'll never tan evenly sitting up, Maria." he broke in conversation from Sarah and extended his hand, gently placing it on her rib cage, just below her swimsuit top, barely grazing one still stiffened nipple, and gently pushed her backwards. She didn't fight it, though she wasn't sure if she maybe should have. Her heart was thundering in her chest already, growing even louder as he leaned over top of her to look her in the eyes again. His face wasn't more than 6 inches from hers now, and his hand was still pressing lightly on her chest as he moved his thumb ever so slightly back and forth at the edge of the bottom strap of her top. "Besides, you missed one other place..." Maria's mind raced as his hand traced lightly down across her stomach. She imagined his fingers sliding under the bikini bottom, and working their way down between her legs. The thought of him caressing her down there, and fingering her right here in the middle of the park turned her on more than she'd imagined it would. She knew she was blushing again, and tried to focus on the present. He'd paused at navel area, and was admiring the skull shaped charm hanging from her belly button ring. As he begin to raise himself up to his knees and move towards her legs, he smiled at her again. "You, pretty lady, forgot to put lotion on your feet. I know it sounds silly, but they burn to. Trust me, a good sunburn on top of your feet and you wont even want to wear those cute black flip flops with the green alien heads on them you wore the last 2 weeks, let alone those sexy little black heels with the tie up straps you had on that day you came to class in the black dress with the red pin stripes." Noting her surprised look he added, "What, did you really think no one notices you?" He shifted to sitting at her feet, and resumed his conversation with Sarah, who sat gawking in awe. With a gentle motion he picked up each foot in turn and worked the lotion across them, then paused to carefully massage them. Maria got lost in the amazing sensation of it, and let her mind wander to what his hands could do else where. She was so lost in her own fantasies that she barely heard Sarah when she suggested they leave so she could get ready for class. A quick poke to the ribs from her friends stubby finger snapped her back. "Mare! Did you fall asleep or something?" Sarah was staring at her intently, as was Brandon, who had stopped massaging her feet. "We gotta get going, I have that late class on photoshop at 6:30, its already a quarter after 5, and I still have to get back to the dorms, get changed, and get all my shit together in time to catch the trolley back over to the institute at 6 to get to class on time. So can we move please? It takes forever to walk across that damn bridge." Sarah stood up and started packing up her stuff. "I don't know who's idea it was to build a school in down town, then stick its housing way out it north shore, but they obviously never had to walk it." "Tell you what, why don't you go on ahead. I still haven't gotten much sun on my back yet, I think I'm gonna stay for a while. I'll bring the blanket and the lotion back with me when I'm done." Propping her body up on her elbows she squinted up at her now standing room mate. Sarah began to protest, saying something about how it wasn't safe to be downtown by yourself, but Brandon quickly cut her off. "She'll be fine. Its nice out, everyones in a good mood, plus she looks like she can take care of herself. Besides, I live in the dorms to, so if it makes you feel better, Ill keep an eye on your friend and walk her home later." He stood up and extended his hand to her without ever giving her a chance to argue again. "It was a pleasure meeting you Sarah, I'm sure I'll see you again sometime." Without further argument she shook his hand, then picked up her giant pink purse and shuffled off, looking back a few times as she went. Brandon smiled again and walked past Maria to take Sarah's spot on the blanket. "I hope I'm not out of line, but god am I happy she left. Does she ever stop talking?" Without really waiting for the answer, the punky boy lay back beside her and continued. "Besides, I'm much more interested in what you have to say." Turning onto his side on the blanket, he reached out and again played with the small charm on Maria's belly button ring. Her heart raced as his fingers touched her skin. She wanted to pull him over to her, kiss his lips, feel the weight of his body on top of hers. She'd never kissed anyone with a lip piercing before, and this boy had one on each side, snake bites. She found herself staring at his lips wondering what it would be like. Once again the boy responded as though he knew what she'd wanted. Sliding closer to her and pulling her closer to his body with the hand on her waist, Brandon leaned in and brought his lips to hers. The kiss was sweet, almost innocent, at first, but after a few moments, he deepened it. As he parted her lips with his tung, she brought her hand up to touch the back of his neck. Her tung found his as she ran her fingers through his semi scruffy dark brown hair. After a few long lip locked moments her more rational side woke up, and she pulled back a little. He leaned back from her, still smiling, and rested on his side next to her, never letting go of the hold he had on her body. "I'm sorry. I hope that wasn't out of line either." "No..." her own voice sounded shaky to her. "No, I was... I was just wondering how you knew I was hoping you'd do that?" Brandon chuckled and began to trace shapes on the smooth skin of her stomach. His fingers fallowed the curves of her midsection up to just below her round breasts, and then back down to the place right above her suits bottom where the skin dipped down in front of her hip bones. Leaning down he nipped lightly at her earlobe before whispering in her ear. "Its your body language. I could see it from all the way over there. You're starving for attention and affection, but to self conscious to ask for it, so your body does it for you." he kissed her lips again before continuing. "You think I'm bold enough to just walk up to any gorgeous sun bathing women and pull the cool and suave James Bond routine? I'm usually just the clown that tries to make the pretty girls laugh, but with you, your body was just screaming for someone to touch it. How could I not answer?" She rolled over onto her side to face him directly. Their bodies were now only a few inches apart. He relaxed his hold on her just enough to feel her body move under his hand, but then grasped her hip just as firmly instead. Maria gently touched his chest, tracing along a few of his tattoos, then locked her eyes onto his. "This really isn't like me. I don't usually find myself making out in public, let alone with random people I just met" "You shouldn't look so guilty. Not like this is my normal routine either. Now, I don't know about you..." He pulled her body in tight against his own, and fought a moan as she automatically entwined her long slender legs with his and bringing her hips forward into his. He had to remind himself to finish his sentence. "...but, I'm certainly glad we decided to step out of our norms today." Maria couldn't think of anything to say, so she did what her body seemed to be wanting her to do, and pulled him in tighter. She brought her lips to his and initiated the kiss this time. His hand found its way up her body to slip gently over one bikini clad breast, his fingers kneading at it tenderly. Maria let out a quiet breath and pushed her hips forward against his. She wanted to feel so much more than his hands through the fabric of her swim wear. She wanted his fingers against the bare skin underneath, his lips wrapping around her nipples with tung gliding across the tip. Brandon responded to the feeling of her hips grinding against his by instinctively pull her in tighter, and leaning forward to put himself more above her than beside, then firmly rocked his pelvic region in against hers. He was already hard as a rock, and found himself not caring if she noticed it grinding against her body. To both of their dismay the moment didn't last. One of Brandon's friends kicked him in the ass out of no where and laughed as he pretended to trip and fall on top of them. "Dude! What the fuck!" Brandon yelled at him and punched him hard in the arm before shoving him off, all the while keeping Maria tucked safely in against his body. "What the hell is your problem man?" "Chill out Marksy, it was just a joke. Besides I had to do something to get you two to off each other. You look like two dogs in heat over hear. Christ I almost wanted to take a hose to you." The kid got up and laughed as he walked back over to the rest of the group, who all stood watching, practically doubled over in laughter. "Get a fucking room you guys, this is a public park. People got families and shit." "You ok?" Brandon asked as he brought his full attention back to the young women in his arms. "Sorry about those guys, they can be real assholes sometimes." "Yeah, I'm fine. I grew up with a step brother thats only a year younger than me, and then acquired an older one with my dads third marriage. Both of them are named Matt, believe it or not." Maria laughed to try and lighten the mood, she could tell he was thrown off by the sudden playful attack of his friends. "So don't worry, I'm used to this shit. The first one started using random wrestling matches as an excuse to cop a feel of some boob around the time his voice started to change, and the other was just an asshole that liked to drink a lot and shove everyone around" "That sounds... terrible actually." Brandon laughed back, glad she was still real after all. Maybe it wasn't just a dream. "Do you still have to put up with them?" His stomach growled as the last few words came out. "Not so much. The younger one isn't so bad now. He always tried to watch out for me, regardless of what his hormones made him do from time to time, so we stayed pretty good friends even after my dad and his mom split. The older one I still see at holidays and family events but he's married now and has his own family to push around, so he's not as intolerable." She paused for a moment before proceeding. "You sound like your starving." Maria poked him in the stomach for emphasis as she said this, pausing a moment to run her fingers across his abs, enjoying the firmness of his skin. "And I know I'm pretty hungry myself. Wanna grab some dinner? Theres an Arby's a few blocks up in the downtown area." "Yeah sure, but only if you let me buy. You need to change first? I'm pretty sure most of the places around here don't allow you in without more than a swimsuit on. Then again I doubt anyone in their right mind would complain about seeing you like this." The last point he ended with one more kiss. "Got that covered already, or at least I will in a minute." Maria kissed him back then nimbly sprang to her feet and grabbed the plain black courier bag that held half of her life. She pulled out a short black skirt that came down to about mid thy and slipped it on over top of the suit bottom, then fallowed with a white, loose fitting, see-through fishnet shirt, the kind with the really wide holes to the knitting, which she tossed on over the still highly visible swimsuit. "See, all set." The few hours were a blur to Maria. The two sat talking long after they'd finished their meals. It was almost dusk when the manager politely told them they had to leave so the store could close. They walked along up and down the various shop lined streets of the city for a while, watching as the street lights came on. Finally, as the sun was loosing its hold on the day, they walked by one of Maria's favorite places to sit and draw during. A Crack in The Wall Ch. 01 Two large stone churches appeared between the towering high rises of the city. They seemed hidden hear, safely nestled between their behemoth neighbors, with their ancient looking mutual cemetery stretching across their front. A stone wall that had to be over 8 feet high spanned the entire front. A middle aged man in priests attire was just locking the huge wrought iron gate in its center before heading home for the night. Maria called out a greeting to him as they passed buy. "You go to church there?" Brandon slowed his pace then stopped to lean against a building for a short break. "Oh god no! I cant stand churches, everyones a bunch of hypocritical assholes in their if you ask me. I just like to sit in the cemetery and draw. Those stones are some of the oldest in the city, and some of the most beautifully carved. We'll have to come back sometime during the day so I can show you" Their was that smirk of his again. Pulling her in close against him he kissed her neck a few times before whispering to her again. "Well, why wait." He fallowed his whisper with another nibble on her ear before returning to the soft skin of her neck. Lowering one hand to cup her nicely rounded ass, he pulled her in against his hips. She reacted with a soft moan and ground her hips up against his slightly, feeling his member stiffening against her. "After all, theres no one inside anymore is there?" "No, I guess not." she whispered, as a wonderfully enticing shiver ran down her spine. "But how are we getting in? The guy just locked the gate." "Come with me, I'll show you a little trick a friend of mine taught me." He grabbed her hand and lead her down the next street, then hung a left up the small alley that ran along behind the churches. The wall wrapped the entire way around to run across the length of the back, solid, except for one small door made out of heavy iron and wood. Right next to that door, was a large dumpster. "Even the houses of god, have to do something with their garbage." He set his bag and skateboard up on top of the dumpster, then slid her bag off her shoulder and did the same. Without a warning he grabbed her by the waist and boosted her up effortlessly till she was perched on the edge. As she scrambled the rest of the way up, he climbed up behind her. "I'll go over first, then you can drop the stuff down to me, that way I can catch you if you, if you want me to that is." Brandon tossed his legs over the wall and scaled about halfway down the ruff stones of the other side before letting himself drop to the ground. Maria handed him his board, then the two bags before swinging her leg over. With a quick pivot of her hips she changed her direction to get a better foothold in the gaps between the stones, and climbed down till she felt his hands on her sides. Once he had a firm hold on her she let go and half jumped, half let him guide her the rest of the way to the ground. "You know, you make that look like you've climbed a few walls in your life" "Never this one, but I've hopped my share of fences and gotten into more than enough trouble back home." Maria spun in his arms to wrap her arms around his shoulders. He was only a few inches taller than her, which made landing a kiss on his neck perfectly easy. There was that heat from the park all over again, that need to feel his hands all over her body, only this time their was more. She felt her insides tightening up with desire. Her pussy was getting slick under her swimsuit, aching to feel him inside, which made the coarse material rub awkwardly against her wet lips. 'Does it make me a whore if I take it off?' She wondered to herself. She decided quickly that it didn't, after all, he didn't even have to know. "Why don't you head up to the front of the church and check to see if its safe to go out front. I need to take care of something real quick" Brandon looked at her a little puzzled, but complied, giving her ass one last quick squeeze before going. As soon as he was a few feet down the narrow corridor between the two churches she slid her hands up under the skirt, and slipped the bottoms of her swimsuit back down. After they were tucked safely in her bag, she headed up the narrow passage after him. "Brandon?" Maria was a little worried when she couldn't see him anywhere. "Brandon? Where'd you go?" She'd reached the end of the buildings and stood at the entrance to the cemetery. The only light coming in was from the street light just outside the cemetery gate. She searched the strange shadows it cast off all the tombstones for the boy she'd fallowed in. "Brandon..." A noise behind her made her jump a little, and she spun to see what it was. A moment later Brandon had her in his arms, passionately kissing her. He spun her back out into the graveyard, and pinned her tightly against a large obelisk style tombstone. Their was nothing slow or tentative about their actions this time. His hands slid deftly up underneath the net shirt, not pausing to feel from outside the bikini, but rather sliding the fabric cups down and lifting her soft round breasts out of them, exposing them to the cool summer night. Maria moaned and slid one leg up to wrap it around his, grinding her hips up against him. She could feel him swelling through his shorts as she did. With a sudden move Brandon pulled himself back from her a little and bit lightly at her neck. He bent his knees and slowly lowered himself, kissing and nibbling at at her skin all the while. As he reached her chest, he brought his left hand down to cup her ass, still caressing her right breast with the other. He circled the nipple with his thumb, while still firmly massaging with the other digits. Her back arched as he kissed the skin between her breasts through the net shirt, and worked his way over to the left with his lips, finally pausing to admire the way just tip of her tit poked itself out through the holes in the shirt before barely brushing across it with his lips. His tung slipped between the large gaps of the fabric and licked softly around the very tip of her nipple, then circled around the dark skin of the areola. She gasped, as he pressed his mouth in fully against her breast through the shirt, lightly sucking at it, and ran his hand up under her skirt. Brandon couldn't help but groan in lustful pleasure when he realized the swimsuit bottom was no longer in his way. He continued down across her body with his lips, kissing his way across her stomach, all the way down to the top of her skirt. For the first time since he'd pinned her to the stone, he stopped to look up into her eyes as he dropped to a knee in front of her. "You can tell me if I'm taking this to far." He whispered to her before lifting one of her legs over his should and kissing her inner thy. "You couldn't.." Maria heard herself moan. What was she saying? Was she really about to sleep with a man she'd only just met, in a cemetery? Her mind was swimming with all these thoughts, until his lips reached the top of her leg. She shuttered as she felt his breath against the swollen lips of her pussy. Before she could stop her mouth the words slipped out "You couldn't go to far... I wont say no. God, please don't stop!" A loud gasp escaped her lips as he slid his tung down along the center of her most sensitive area. The tung tip that had be so lightly flickering across her nipple now found its mark on her clit. He felt her entire body shiver as he worked his tung across her pussy. It didn't take long before he knew she was getting close. All the while her words kept ringing through his head. Abruptly he stopped, leaving her teetering right on the edge. She groaned and tugged at his hair as he stood back up and pressed her tight against the obelisk again "Say it again... please... I want you so fucking bad right now" He bit ruffly at her neck and nibbled her ear as he worked his belt loose and quickly undid his fly, pulling his throbbing member free of the cloth and letting his cloths fall to his ankles. "Just say it one more time. Tell me you want me to do this." he pleaded in her ear as he lifted her up by her firm ass to just higher than his dick before continuing to kiss her neck passionately. "I want this... God Brandon, I want you!" she cried out in a gasp as she wrapped her legs around his back. She could feel the head of his penis pressing up against the outside of her soaking wet pussy. Maria couldn't believe what she was doing, but their was no thought in her mind that could have made her stop now. She shifted her hips forward and locked her legs in tighter, forcing his tip just inside. It had been far to long since the last time she'd had someone inside her, and the need for him practically consumed her now. "I want you. Please... Oh god please don't stop now!" That was all it took to send them both over the edge. Brandon locked his lips over hers as he drove himself all the way inside her tight little opening. He felt her tense and contract around him as she moaned and dug her nails into his back. Slowly they began to move together, each thrust matched and countered perfectly. Maria was already aching, it had been a long while since she'd fucked anyone at all, let alone someone with his size. His cock had been bigger than she'd bargained for, and each thrust sent a wave of pain adding to and intensifying the pleasure coursing through her body. As she got closer to her final climax she heard the clock on the church chime 3. For a brief moment her mind wandered as she couldn't figure out how it had ever gotten so late. This was the first time she'd heard it chime since they'd been here. The next thrust of his hips brought her back to the act at hand. She heard him start to moan, and his breathing get more rapid as a shutter shook through her body. In perfect sync they both increased the speed of their motions, and the passionate controlled sex turned into something primal and uncontrollably animal like. It wasn't long in this state before he cried out her name, and felt her body convulsing tightly around his dick. He was so close he could barely fight it any more. Maria cried out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure swept over her and her body exploded into the most powerful orgasm she could ever remember having. Her juices ran down over his cock as he moaned loudly. The final powerful contractions of her orgasm sent him over the edge in return, and Brandon soon found himself cumming inside her soft throbbing body. He gave one last hard thrust forward as he came, and she pressed in against him, continuing to rock her hips slightly, milking the last bits of cum out of him. Finally the two collapsed at the base of the obelisk against each other, one giant tangled pile of limbs. Maria glances up at the church clock, which read 3:17 in the morning. They lay for a while longer, just holding and kissing each other, before finally getting up and slipping back out over the wall they'd come in over. All the way back across the bridge to the side of town where the dorms where Brandon held her hand like a school boy with a crush, and Maria smiled with more joy than she had in a while. Neither of them were sure where this would go, but both agreed they were glad it had gone this far. When they checked back in to the dorms, he walked her to her door. The two exchanged phone numbers, and regretfully said goodnight, both wishing one of them didn't have room mates to bother them so they could stay together tonight. They had art history twice that week together, both times Maria sat in the back of the dark classroom with him, flirting and holding hands like high schoolers. Even on days when they didn't have class together, he was usually there waiting for her to get out of class. Today was no different. She knew he'd be outside of her sociology classroom waiting for her with the same sly smile. Maybe they'd go to the park again today, or maybe just back to her room. Sarah had class till 8 tonight, so they'd have the place all to themselves. Maybe they could finally get in a second helping of what they'd had in the graveyard that night. * * * * * * * * * * * * Part 2 coming soon. It stands to get a good bit darker, with the rest of her spiral to fallow! Please leave me any comments or suggestions you like! I especially love critiquing of the writing style to help me improve that in the future! A Crack in The Wall Ch. 02 Here's the second half of the first chapter. In this one Maria encounters some of the major people who will shape her future, as the budding primal sexuality she began to embrace in the first part leads her to a whole new level. This part begins to bring in the horror elements much more as she begins to see foreshadows of what is yet to come in her future. Again, feedback is always welcome! Hope you enjoy! * * * * * * * * * "Ms Debarreau, care to come back to the discussion?" Her Sociology teacher Professor Buffet's voice snapped her back from the window she'd been staring out daydreaming about her last passionate night in the cemetery with Brandon. "Ahh there you are!" he said in mock sarcasm as her face flushed bright red "You made some excellent points earlier, lets try and stick with it for just a few more minutes, then we'll watch a short film and be done a little early today, as I'm well aware most of you probably share Maria's wish to be somewhere other than my classroom today. "Maria, since your back in the room with us again, why don't you go ahead and get us started with some of the differences in the religious practices of more 'primitive' or 'tribal' based cultures like the ancient Celts and Nords, Native Americans, Aztecs, and various tribal cultures of Africa and South America, as opposed to the church based organizations in the so called 'civilized societies' of the world." Maria began to regurgitate the key points the last nights reading had stressed, then sat back and pretended to listen attentively as a few other people filled in other details or attempted to argue with the instructor, which never worked. "A good point, but..." he'd always begin encouragingly enough. "what you fail to realize is the obvious facts of..." Then the professor would proceed on a degrading tangent that took his students best arguments and shredded them like wrapping paper on Christmas. Today though Maria couldn't even pay enough attention to hear the latest smart ass getting ripped a new one, her mind was wandering again. Why couldn't she focus today? The clock on the wall read 5 till 3 when the professor finally stopped talking and started the video on a case study of the religious beliefs of a few of the African tribal cultures that would tolerate their inquiry. The video had been droning on for about 20 minutes before it began to focus in on a particular ritual. Drums and vigorous chanting began, several of the non participating tribe members seemed to smile ominously at the camera crew as they asked what the ritual was about, and a few even laughed as the crews interpreters face pales, and he shakily reported that they claimed in was a ritual to foresee the end of days, hell on earth. Maria turned her head for a moment to the window again, but startled back to the screen when a voice from the film whispered a word that caught her attention, she knew it was crazy, but it had felt like it had been whispered right in her ear. "Lixiani" the man in the center of the circle who seemed to be leading the rite called out again, loudly this time, a terrible smile on his face. Maria felt her eyes lock onto the eyes on the screen, and couldn't help but feel that the man was staring directly at her, even though the film was over 2 years old. As she stared, the classroom seemed to fade away around her, the screen lost its glaze, and the scene playing out on suddenly seemed less like a recording, and more like a live performance. For a moment Maria even thought she could feel the heat from the fire in their circle, and smell the smoke and sweat of the surrounding scene. Why did it feel like there was dirt under her feet? Maria looked down to find herself no longer seated in the classroom, but rather standing on the edge of the circle of people conducting the strange ritual. Was this a dream? The man in the center of the group pointed directly at her and began chanting something in an unrecognizable tung. Maria found herself drawn forward, her feet moving against her own will. The circle of people closed in around her, dancing and swinging wildly, spinning around her. The leader of the group came toward her, and began to sprinkle some strange mixture of dust and ground leaves over her which seemed to cause a dizziness to sweep over her. Suddenly everything was spinning around her. The dancers moved in their terrifying parade, the hands of the costumed man seemed to be flying everywhere around her at once, and the earth itself seemed to move and sway in an unsteady fashion beneath her feet. Panic swelled up in her chest as she felt her lungs get tight. A scream tried to escape her mouth, but some part of her choked it in. She had to get out of there. Why couldn't she just wake herself up, or snap out of it? None of this was real... it couldn't be.. she was in a class room, safe and sound... Wasn't she? All of her internal pleading with her mind to come to reality failed as she felt the stinging blow of a solid wooden walking stick or staff of some form that the lead man had brought forcefully against her back. The girl stumbled forward, and noticed that the crowd had parted, leaving her a clear path into the tangled forest beyond. The man pointed toward it with the large staff and yelled something she couldn't comprehend, then drew the stick up as though preparing to strike her with it again. It was more than enough for Maria, she needed no second explanation, and charged forward into the night air. Behind her the dancers shrieked and cheered, jumping up and down wildly as they watcher her run off. Everything was still spinning around her as she crashed through the alien landscape of the dense jungle like forest around her. Her feet barely stayed under her as she stumbled across rocks and roots. Fallen limbs and tangled vines caught at her legs and the fabric of the long loose skirt she was wearing. As she ran the voices of the tribe faded out behind her. The further she got from them, the more her head seemed to clear. By the time she could no longer hear even the faintest echo from their festivities, the nauseating spinning had quelled itself back into a minor dizzied sensation, as though she had stood up to quickly, or just woken up. As she began to take in her surroundings, confusion sunk its way in a little further. What had seemed to be a dense rain forest type jungle had somehow become filled with dark evergreen pines, and tall hearty oaks and maples, much like the woods in the north east U.S. Where she'd grown up. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted in the night. The thick canopy of tree branches made the woods almost pitch black, though she could catch short glimpses of the stars and full moon through a partially clouded sky. The light of the moon seemed to be coming down in a small opening up ahead, so Maria began to navigate her way through the trees and underbrush towards that sot, hoping to find an open space to get her bearings, though she still had no idea where she was, or how she was ever going to get out of this waking nightmare. Her feet came to a stop on the carpeting of twigs and pine needles at the very edge of the clearing while she paused to survey the open space in front of her. To her surprise the clearing was fairly large, with open rocky ground throughout the middle. What was more startling yet was a young man about her own age standing in the middle of it all atop a large jutting rock, staring up at the night sky with his back to her. He was dressed in fairly common clothing for the guys her age now, with tighter blue jeans than had priorly been fashionable for men, and a plain black t-shirt, with some form of studded belt strung to loosely around the pants to have actually been of any real use, and the scruffy "emo" cut to his hair that instantly made her think of Brandon. The build was even about right. Now she knew she must be dreaming, she must have fallen asleep watching the movie, and only imagined herself drawn into their rituals. Why else would her mind have turned her escape into the comfortable forests she'd spent so much time in growing up, and put the man she'd been well on her way to falling quickly for hear in the middle of it all. "Brandon?" Maria spoke the name softly as she walked more confidently toward the boy in the middle space. "That you babe?" She'd made her way almost half way across to where the young man stood when he turned slowly to face her, and extended an arm toward her with a smile that seemed almost sinister. Her feet stopped dead in their tracks as she realized abruptly that this was not her young lover by any means, nor was it anyone she could ever remember having met before in her life. Now where did her mind conjure this guy up out of? "Lixi..."There was that word again. Was he calling her that? The man from the tribe had said it when he looked at her to. Was it a name? Just who the hell did these people think she was? The boy smiled as though he was greeting a long lost friend and approached as he continued to speak to her, while she took a few faltering steps back. "No no babe, don't be afraid. I'm sorry that I'm not who you expected, but you gotta trust me, you're meant to be here with me right now. You should forget about him anyway. You two aren't meant for one another, he has another purpose. Now come here, there really isn't much time and I wouldn't want to waist this." "Samith..." the name escaped her lips before she'd even realized she said it. The man now standing only an arms length away smiled and nodded as he again extended a hand out toward her. Maria felt the dizziness sweep over her again as she surrendered her hand into his. He lead her back to the center of the clearing and helped her up onto the rocks before placing an arm around her and drawing her in close to himself. She didn't resist at all as he lowered his head and brought his lips to hers tenderly. He was taller than she'd realized at first, well over the comfortable 6 foot mark that Brandon stood at. He was tall enough that he had to bend slightly to execute the kiss. "What is all this? Where are we?" she asked as she brought her head to rest lightly against his shoulder, forehead tucked in at the base of his neck. Maria wasn't sure why, but for some reason she felt quite comfortable there with him. The strange effects of the medicine mans conjuration seemed to have been wearing off again, and this strange mans embrace made her feel warm and safe in this odd string of events. "My Lixi, don't worry about where we are, just know that it will all be over soon, and yet it's all just beginning." The young man ran his fingers through her shoulder length auburn hair a few times, then down across her back, locking firmly around her hip. With the other hand he softly tipped her chin up to bring her gaze to his. Somehow she hadn't noticed before how dark his eyes really were. They seemed to be such a dark brown that they blend in with the pupil entirely, just large black dots in the middle of the bright white around them. "For us, this is only the beginning." Letting go of her chin, his hand slid gently down over her neck, then gingerly slipped across her chest, fallowing the curving contour of her left breast as it continued down over her body, finally coming to rest on her other hip. Shifting his weight he pulled her in tightly against his body and brought one arm up behind her back before sweeping her to the side as he again moved to kiss her. Passion boiled behind it this time, and Maria felt a heated hunger much like she had with Brandon swell up inside her. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, as brief visions of their entangled bodies in a bed of red satin flashed behind her closed eyes. As he held her there, locked into that dream like kiss, he again moved a hand back up along the curves of her body, bringing it more directly and slowly across the soft exposed skin of her cleavage above the low scooped neck of her peasant style shirt. His fingers deftly found the small bow of the drawstring in the fabric, that held the neckline drawn up to just the level Maria wanted it, with just enough of the tops of her sumptuous breasts peaking out to tease, while not reaching the slutty over exposed level. The young man toyed with the string for a few moments before tugging slowly at it to loosen its hold on the top. As the string relaxed its hold, the neckline loosened, allowing him slip his hand inside the shirt and caress her skin directly. Maria shivered slightly as his hand slid across her flesh. They were colder than she'd expected, but not so cold as to make the sensation any less enjoyable. Her nipples reacted instantly to the chill, and were already firm and pointed as his fingers crossed gently across one, pausing to circle softly around it before sliding down to cup the entire breast more firmly. A shutter of pleasure ran down her spine as she pressed her hips forward into his, burning more with every moment to feel the heat she knew this man could fill her with, no matter how cold his hands may be. His hand retreated momentarily from its exploration of her soft, warm skin to slip something out of his back pocket. A quick flip of his wrist and the accompanying clacking of metal on metal drew Maria's eyes to the small butterfly knife he'd pulled from his pocket, and now held open, blade ready and glintingly sharp, in his hand, which drew slowly closer to her body again. She knew she should be afraid, but in this strange state, she still felt calm and completely enamored by the moment. Maria closed her eyes and allowed herself to be lost again in the kiss, even as she felt the cold steel of the knife against her chest. She flinched only slightly as the blade pierced the skin directly above her heart on the top of her right breast in a shallow slicing wound. The boy placed a shallow incision about 2 inches long over her heart, and repeated with another of the same across it, forming a small x shaped mark. Maria could feel her blood welling up in the wound as she heard the knife drop from his hand and hit the rocks beneath them with a clang. She could feel his heart racing faster as he broke their kiss to let his lips wander fervently down over her neck. Firmly and intently kissing her skin as he worked his way to where he had just drawn the small mark, and kissed directly over it. For a moment, the man paused with a deviants smile as he licked her blood from his lips, but then bent his head forward hungrily and pressed his mouth firmly over top of the wound, sucking lightly and lapping at it with his tung to keep the wound open. Her eyes were now wide open, as she tipped her head back to look up at the stars, suddenly feeling lost in there vastness as a wave of sheer pleasure washed over her body. She clutched his hair lightly in the hand she now had gently wrapped around the back of his neck, drawing him even more firmly against her chest, encouraging him to drink even as the reason escaped her. The other hand she lowered to his belt line, running her fingers across his chest and abs on the way south. Maria only hesitated a moment before boldly continuing down to feel his hard shaft through the heavy denim of his jeans. Gently she worked and stroked at it from outside the material, wondering if she dared to loosen the zipper and to be able to feel it in her hands, all the while knowing she would rather feel it deep inside her body. She would have willingly given herself to this perfect stranger right in that moment if a noise from the woods hadn't ended their embrace. The man she'd called Samith looked up with a startled fear behind his nearly black eyes, and instantly began hurrying her to the edge of the clearing. "So this begins I guess. I'd been hoping it would have taken them at least a little longer to get here than that," The young man slid the fabric of her shirt back up over her breasts, and began to slowly draw the string back in tighter but his hands began to shake as he did so. The fear in his eyes was almost painful to see. She wanted to comfort him, to tell him whatever it was it would be ok, but somehow she suddenly felt certain it wouldn't be. "but they never could leave me to enjoy anything for to long without some torment." His hands found hers, leading her along with him as he walked toward the woods. "Lixi, remember, don't come to me once they get here, no matter what you see, or what I say, you have to stay where I put you. This is going to feel like it takes forever I'm afraid, but remember, it will be over soon, you will see me again, and you are not crazy. This IS real Lixi. Soon." He lead her to the far edge of the clearing then kissed her lips one last time before lifting her by the waste up into the bows of one of the large old pine trees at the edge as he said the last words, then instructed her to climb up higher if she could. From the woods all around them the sounds of what seemed to be some kind of dog came from everywhere. She could hear them running quickly, darting through the tree's, yipping back and forth to each other all the while. From what she could see, the looked like coyotes, or jackals, but slightly larger, though not big enough in build or behaving in a way to suggest wolves of any kind. The young man had no sooner returned to the center of the clearing then one of the creatures sauntered in to the edges of the moonlit space. Much to Maria's disbelief she watched as the dog-like creature seemed to shimmer in a hazy fog, and emerge as a tall lanky man, most likely in his 30's. "Samith..." the new man called to the young man in the center as he approached. "I'm glad to see you decided to come on your own instead of making me drag you again. I would have hated for you to miss meeting her first. Such lovely skin... how I'll enjoy tearing it to ribbons." The words sent a chill down Maria's spine which reverberated into cold dark fear as his sadistic laugh filled the area. Each of the other creatures still lurking and weaving through the trees seemed to echo the laugh with there shrill little barking howls "You wont touch her. You know that, just as well as you know that I know it." The Samith boy who'd held her so passionately moments before replied in an almost cold and impartial tone. "Besides, she's mine now. I'm not so much a fool as you think Baeliel. She's marked as mine now, I've tasted her flesh. You couldn't lay a hand on her even if you did intend to." A cold wave of despair washed over Maria as she touched the wound on her chest, still sticky with blood. Had this all been for the right to own her? Did any of the show of passion even matter? Her head spun as she wondered why it was she even needed to be claimed or owned at all. The tall man called Baeliel crossed the final few yards in the blink of an eye, and suddenly had the young Samith by the throat. Samith didn't appear to be alarmed or frightened by the action. His arms still at his side, he continued to stare the other man in the eyes. "Perhaps it should come out of your flesh then!" another boy who couldn't have been any older than 16 emerged from the last bits of silver shimmer at the edge of the woods almost directly below where Maria sat perched in the tree and headed for the center. Before he got very far the tall man held up his free hand, halting this new one in his tracks "Still your tung. I've already told you tonight is not the night for this." The tall man called Baeliel spoke to his young accomplice without ever breaking his gaze on Samith. "Go back and be patient. Tonight is not our night to act, only to watch." With this command the younger boy turned and headed back to the woods, his heavy bipedal steps changing into the scampering of 4 small paws as he disappeared. The tall man turned his attention back to Samith. His hand lowered from the younger boys throat to smooth the long black coat he was wearing as though doing so would somehow smooth his momentarily rumpled composition as well. With a menacing smile he sidestepped around his adversary and walked directly toward the tree Maria was huddling high in the branches of. A Crack in The Wall Ch. 02 "Let her be Joel... she's here, like you wanted. She'll see what you want. Let her alone." Samith called after him, turning his head to watch him as he went, but never changing his guarded stance. The man never paused, or even acknowledged the command, and continued toward the tree, staring directly at her now as he came. Her defender picked up a rock and through it at him, hitting him squarely in the back of the head, his long black hair wavering slightly from the blow even though his stance didn't. "Bealial! I said she doesn't need involved further. Let her alone. Do what you came here to do and lets be done with it." The man held a hand up as he drew a few steps closer. Slowly he closed his fingers, clenching the hand into a loose fist. Samith went rigid as the first closed, then seemed to be thrown to the ground, landing hard on his back as the tall man brought his hand forcefully back down to his side, never looking away from Maria as he did so. A little gasp escaped her as the boy slammed into the ground, and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her back and spine, as though she to had hit the rocky dirt then. A smile crossed the face of the man standing staring at her, and a chill swept up her spine as Maria came to realize what she was actually staring back into. The terrible creature standing in front of her was looking at her, watching her, staring right through her without any eyes. Empty black sockets gaped open where the eyes should have been. The open eyelids covered nothing but a black void. Not even muscular matter or scar tissue was visible behind the widely open lids, just black empty space. Another horrid laugh pierced the night as though he knew what she'd just absorbed. Fear tore through her as she struggled to suppress the scream growing within her chest, an effort that finally proved futile as she watched the man lift her boy back into the air with a wave of his hand and throw the now writhing boy back onto the large pile of rocks. Pain was splitting through Maria's head and back, even though she'd not been touched, all of it seeming to be tied to the wound above her breast as though by an invisible spider web of small fetters woven through her body. Her chest and lungs burned as though they'd been filled with fire leaving her barely even breathing, paralyzing her as much as her fear already did. "You see Lixi, he thought he could protect you. Isn't it sweet? Instead, he's only condemned you. Your his now, no matter who commands his body. You'll know just how strong that bond is before you ever wake sweet child, and I promise you..." another of his chilling laughs split the silence of a pause before he continued. "...I do promise you, nothing will ever be the same. Your life, your dreams, your mind, your body, all are forfeit, belonging only to him, tied only to his fate. Just remember, no one did this to you but him. Let that thought burn into your mind, I assure you, it will." With that the tall man turned back to where the boys body lay on the rocks, opening his hand and releasing the hold on the boys flesh as he went. Suddenly Maria felt as though she could breath again as cold sobs of pain and terror overtook her. The boy groaned and began to move of his own accord again for a few moments before the tall man kicked him squarely in the ribs, launching him several feet forward back into the center of the circle. He uttered his 4 final words as he sauntered casually back into the dark forest. "So let it start" A dark fog like cloud was beginning to settle over the body of the young man struggling to drag himself to his feet. Shapes began to form within the dark fog. Taloned hands, membranous wings, horned skulls with fang like teeth all begin to appear and take shape in its swirling and thickening mass. The shapes swirled and merged together, forming strange creatures flying and crawling, brushing and entangling with one another all in mid air above the still struggling young man. He pushed himself up onto his knees and tried to crawl towards her. His head came up to look up to her with eyes full of pain as he stretched one hand out toward her. Just as he did so, one of the strange creatures swirling in the cloud above dove down into him, seeming to pass right through him and swoop back up from the ground to rejoin the now writhing dark form. The non-corporeal things blow was enough to knock his limbs back out from under him, forcing him back to the ground. "Lixi!" he groaned in pain and again reached for her from flat on the ground. "Lixi I'm sorry..." the things now dove at him from every angle as the cloud seemed to send swarms of them out to assault him. All of them passing through him, but forcing his body about in response to their intrusion. "I love you. I did this all because I love you. Please.. Lixi!... Please know that! I did it..." his words were cut off by a scream as one of the things seemed to grab him with its clawed feet and yank him up to his knees. The swarm of creatures began to engulf him like a hive of angry wasps covering an intruder that disturbed their home. He screamed and raised his hands to the sky, crying out in a language that Maria didn't know. She couldn't be certain, but it seemed to here from the intonation and style of the words that the dialect changed frequently. It had started out sounding vaguely familiar like Latin, and seemed to progress from there, getting more primitive and guttural with every transition. As he called out, the cloud of creatures continued to plunge through his body, until one grabbed onto him again, and seemed to crawl up over his back to cling to the back of his head. Its claws seemed to be digging into the base of his spine where it connected to his skull, as though it sought to pry the skin open. A gut wrenching, blood curdling scream came from Samith's lips as the little winged thing tore into his neck, intensifying to an almost deafening howl of pain as the creature pulled back and dove into his spine at that point. The rest of the little beasts began to fallow the first ones lead, diving into the young mans at the open hole beneath his skull, but this time, none of the them came back out the other side of his body as they'd been doing before. One by one the creatures swooped down into him, disappearing into his body, steadily raising it up with each new entering till he was standing on his feet. Maria watched in horror as the last of the things dove into him. His whole body seemed to shake as he stretched his arms to the sky and called out one last stream of foreign words before collapsing back to his knees on the ground. He sat slumped over, looking half dead for a long while. She wanted to jump from the tree to run to him and hold him, but she remembered his warnings from when he'd first put her in its bows. Her aching body trembled uncontrollably with fear for the young man while tears streamed down her face, she had to do something. "Samith!...Samith get up!...Samith!" Each of her screams seemed to fall on lifeless unresponsive ears, eliciting no response from the boy she now felt so much terror for. "Samith, please... I'm so scared... Please! Get up!... You have to get up... you just have to..." shamelessly she cried now, sobbing fully while hugging to the trunk of the long needled evergreen that had become her last shelter in this strange place. After what felt like forever, the boys body finally seemed to strengthen. His back straitened and he slowly, but gracefully stood. Maria's stopped sobbing as her heart leaped up into her throat, but the joy was only momentary. Quickly she realized that something wasn't right with the man standing facing away from her. The once gaping wound on the back of his neck from the creatures intrusion was gone now, and he once again seemed healthy and powerful. Her fears were only confirmed as he turned to face her and look up at her with his now completely blackened eyes. "Lixi... Maria... you need not cry... come, let me wipe the tears away, take away that pain." The tree itself seemed to draw its branches closer to her, the bows closing as though trying to protect her and hide her from that black piercing gaze. Maria didn't budge, but rather shook her head as the tears returned and clung tighter to the tree, feeling suddenly as though it was her last friend. "No? I assumed as much, but I figured it was worth a shot. "I know what your thinking. Your probably telling yourself that none of the is real. You probably are trying to convince yourself that you're just dreaming. But you know Lixi, just as well as I do, that none of that is true. Dreams cant hurt you, not like this at least" The thing standing in front of her in the fermiliar body picked up the knife that had earlier broke open her skin and paused to lick the remaining blood of the blade before driving the knife into his own leg, burying it in his flesh clean up to the hilt. Maria screamed as the stabbing pain split through her own thy instantly. "See Lixi..." He clenched his teeth as the pulled the blade back out, blood flowing down and soaking his jeans. "That felt pretty real to me. How about you? Why don't you make this easier on everone and come the fuck down, let me replace that pain with something so much better. You already know I can. You almost came for me earlier when we formed this bond, just from feeling how good drinking you in made me feel through it. Imagine how much Ecstasy we can feel together Lixi! I can give you enough pleasure to chase away even the worst of this pain, and this time I wont need this to help me do it. Now will you please just come down!" He tossed the knife off into the woods somewhere and started to pace in front of the tree. After a few moments he seemed to grow frustrated. He thrust his arm up into the tree to try to grab her. With a shutter the limbs of the tree shifted and twisted, blocking his arms and throwing him backward into the clearing. He laughed a cold sinister laugh as he climbed back to his feet, and paced about the circle for a moment. "I wont come down! You aren't you anymore, not the person I met before. You aren't him at all." Maria hugged tightly to the tree and climbed a few bows higher and more to the back of the tree. Her words seemed to suddenly enrage him, bringing his eyes back around to her. "Oh no, Lixi. No no, I assure you, its still me. I'm still in here, just with some additions. A couple slight, improvements, you could say. But deep down in here, its still me." the young man chanted something in one of the same strange languages as he'd used before, and dark black vines began to spring up from the dirt to entangle the base and lower limbs of the tree. The tree shook and shuttered, twisting its limbs and swinging the lower bows violently in an attempt to shake them from itself, but it was no use. The limbs climbed higher, sucking the life out of each limb as they came. The lowest branches now turned to ash and crumbled under the weight of the steadily climbing vines. "You will come to me now Lixi, one way or the other. That tree cant save you from everything. Come down Lixi, don't make me drag you out. Those vines burn a hell of a lot. Come down where I can reach you, I promise I'll be much gentler than they will to that tender skin of yours." The vines were only a few branches below her now. Maria knew she had to do something. She remembered what he'd said before this started, his warning not to come to her no matter what his threats may be. The tree seemed to understand her thoughts, and put a final effort into moving several of its branches together to form a sturdy ramp down as close to the ground as it could get. Without another hesitation Maria climbed out the limbs and let herself fall to the ground. She started running as soon as she recovered her feet from hitting the ground, never looking back to see if he was fallowing her. It wasn't long before she began to here the yapping cries of the jackal like dogs in the woods. She'd completely forgotten them in her panic, but it was to late now, she had to keep going. One of the dog creatures darted out under her feet and grabbed at her ankle with a growl, tripping her tot he ground. Maria kicked at the dog and landed a solid strike to the side of its head. The little dog fell back as she climbed to her feet, but came at her again quickly. With a quick second kick she sent the dog sprawling to the ground, but this time the creature yiked in pain and seemed to dazed to try a third time. Maria spun about to keep running, but smashed into the chest of the tall eyeless man as she did. With a scream she scrambled backwards, trying to turn to run the other way, only to find him suddenly standing in that direction instead. Several of the dog creatures snarled and growled as they moved in with teeth bared from the woods to form a loose circle around them. The dazed one hobbled in, slipping into the bipedal form of the 16 year old boy she'd seen earlier, and took a firm stance behind her. "Now Lixi, you shouldn't run from the one that you've bound yourself to." He gazed down at her through the vacant sockets and stepped forward to take hold of her shoulders. "What the fuck are you talking about! What the hell are you people anyway!" she screamed as she tossed her arms to throw his hands off and made a useless attempt to shove him backwards. She may as well have been shoving a statue of solid marble, his tall lanky frame didn't budge at all. In sheer desperation she brought her fists angrily down against his chest again and again like a fussy child throwing a temper tantrum. "And why does everyone keep calling me LIXI? I didn't 'bind myself' to anyone. I didn't even try to come here. What the fuck is wrong with all of this! WHY CANT I WAKE UP!" She brought her hands down a few final times before her body gave out from the utter exhaustion both it and her mind now felt, leaving her to collapse against the terrifying creature in a sobbing heaving mess. The man who'd endured her pitiful pounding without so much as flinching now folded his long arms around her to keep her propped up against himself. "I just want to go home... I just want to go home" she whimpered through her sobs, to far gone now to even care that the monstrous man now held her like a parent embracing a frightened child. "Shhh... hush Lixi. There isn't much left to this now child. You'll be home sooner than you think." The elongated fingers of the same hand he'd used to direct the boys body just a short while before now came to rest gently on the back of her head in a soothing manner. "There is more you must be part of first though, dear girl. You have to go back. You may even enjoy it, if only you let yourself." Maria didn't even have the strength to protest anymore. She felt as though all the life had suddenly been drained out of her body. Her knees wobbled beneath her faltering legs and soon gave out. She was only vaguely aware of the arms of the tall beast scooping her up to carry her like a rag doll back toward the clearing she'd so recently escaped. Her languid body lay limp in his arms, allowing her head to roll back so her still open eyes stared up at the starry sky through the branches of the tall trees around them. In the confusion of it all she couldn't help but find herself thinking how pleasant of night it was. The tree's above her parted as they entered the clearing. She knew somehow that the thing that was now Samith was close to her, her whole consciousness coming back to her as though he'd held it captive when she ran. "Thats mine." Samith's deep voice had lost all the softness it possessed when first he'd spoken to her. Cold indifference now held its resonance where tender compassion had once been as he growled out his demand. "Give her to me Bealial." "Merely returning her to you. Do not mistake my generosity for a favor. I'm just the shepherd here to ensure that all goes as it must." The tall man set her on her feet again, balancing her till her legs recovered enough to support the rest of her body. He turned her to face him again for a moment and spoke to her directly. "Lixi, listen to me. You will stay here this time. Try to run again, and there will be no one to gently carry you back, I'll let my children drag you back with there teeth instead." With that he turned his back to her and stalked out of the circle past the now charred, ashen remains of the tree that the vines had so easily overtaken. The last of her hope was already long gone. Maria needed no further warning to accept that there was no escaping whatever it was that was about to befall her. A chill ran up her spine as she felt arms close around her stomach and shoulders, trapping her arms tight against her torso. "Are you done fighting me now Lixiani?" Samith rested his head against hers in an all to tender way as he whispered in her ear. Maria let her body rest back against his and nodded slightly in submission. "Good girl. You shouldn't have run from me Maria. It hurt me that you would turn your back on me like that. You'll not abandon me like that again, hurt me like that again, will you?" The arm he'd wrapped around her shoulders now loosened as he brought his cool hand back across the skin of her shoulder and across to run purposefully up her neck. Clutching her throat firmly just below the jaw he tipped her head up and pressed it back into his shoulder. "Will you, Lixi?" He asked again forcefully, digging his thumb into the skin of her neck . "No!" she cried out with a shriek and tried to bring her hands up to pry away his before it choked her. It was of no use, his other arm kept her limbs pinned against her body with a squeeze that threatened to force the air back out of her lungs. "No... I wont..." she whimpered in a barely audible gasp as she relaxed her body in a display of subservience. "Of coarse not. You wouldn't do that to me. I have so much to give you Lixi. In time you'll see. Theres more out there that we will share then you could ever have imagined." His head lowered, bringing his lips to brush lightly across her neck. Teeth brushed her neck in soft bites between kisses as the hand on her throat loosened and slid down across her skin to her chest. Through the fear and hopelessness a fire sparked in Maria again as the same longing she'd felt for him before fanned back to life. He slid his lower hand back across her waist, running up under the fabric of her shirt to caress the skin of her stomach and sides as the hand on her chest slid down to her breasts over the fabric. His fingers again found the knot they'd tied in the drawstring before and pulled it loose, allowing the neck line to drop and slide off one shoulder. Maria took the liberty to turn in his arms to face him and wrap her arms around his neck. Fear again washed over her as she felt his hand shoot back up to her neck, but the panic fell aside as this time he lightly placed his thumb under her chin to lift it up so that he could bring his lips to hers in a deep kiss as he'd done before. Both of his hands were soon running up her back under the loose fabric of the peasant style top where his fingers quickly grasped and unfastened the clasps of her plain black bra. Her hands raised toward the sky as he lifted the shirt up above her head and tossed it to the side. The straps of the bra slipped of her shoulders with the aid of his hands as it to was disregarded, leaving her breasts fully exposed to the cool night air for a few moments before his hands covered them. Slowly and cautiously Maria ran her hands down across his chest and up under the bottom edge of his t-shirt to begin working it slowly upward. She couldn't help but wonder how someones hands could be so cold while the rest of his body felt so warm. In moments she felt just how warm that body felt when it was pressed up against the bare skin of her own after he quickly stripped the shirt off himself and pulled her in tightly against his body. His body was more cut than Brandon's had been. Clearly defined muscles flexed behind smooth pales skin, hinting of a controlled power and strength. A Crack in The Wall Ch. 02 The skin of his neck felt like fire to the girls lips as she fervently kissed down along his jugular vein, then out along his collar bone to the center of his chest. Her fingers worked to loosen the pointless belt and open the fly of his jeans as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, kissing his skin every few inches along the way. One of his hands now rest on the side of her neck as she knelt in front of him, looking up to read his reaction. With a devious smile the young man slid his clothing out of the way and revealed what she now waited eagerly for. He slid his hand forward to lightly cradle Maria's chin, and gave her an approving nod as he guided her head forward toward his member. Maria obediently brought her mouth to the head of his penis, and kissed the tip lightly. Her tung slipped out between her lips to run a few small circles around the tip while she brought one hand up to slowly work is way up and down the length of the shaft. She couldn't tell for certain but from the size of it in her hands she felt sure that Samith far exceeded her last lover in girth, and possibly in length as well. When she wrapped her hand around the shaft at the base, which her small hand could barely close around, at least 5 inches stuck out above her palm before it came to the darker skin of the tip. She wrapped her lips lightly around the head, circling it with her tung as best she could for a few moments before sliding her lips down over his length as far as she could. Maria could barely get enough of him in her mouth to cover the area her palm didn't before having to fight back her throats gag reflex when the tip pressed against the back of it. After backing off a little she began to slowly suck and slide her lips and hand up and down the length of his dick at the same time. Every few strokes she made sure to undulate her tung against the soft tube in the underside of his shaft, loving the way he groaned every time she did so. Maria moaned softly as she sucked from the feelings of his pleasure carried to her by the bond between them. The young man tangled his fingers into her hair and leaned into her, reveling in the sensation of the heat of her mouth. He wanted to throw her the rest of the way to the ground and take her right then, but he knew that here time was of no importance anymore, there was no point in rushing, so he decided to let her go on for a while longer. After a few minutes he looked down to see her looking back up at him pleadingly as her head continued to bob up and down along his cock. "If this is the way you apologize for indiscretions I should let you run away more often my dear." gently pulling her back from her task by the hair he lowered himself to kneel with her and look her in the eyes. "There is still more of you that I want tonight Lixi. Everything I feel, you feel, just as I feel all that you do. Lets not waist this on petty foreplay when you know we could have so much more." Maria watched him shift his weight to sit back on his heels. He sat staring at her with those blackened eyes and wicked smile for a long while, as though he were daring her to make the next move on her own. Not wanting to upset him, Maria carefully moved forward, still on her knees. She lifted her skirt delicately out of the way, but still let it on as she slipped onto his lap so that she was straddling his legs. His hands returned to her sides as she wrapped her arms around him once again. Maria's now wet sex was directly against his rock hard penis, its tip pressing up against her clit perfectly from the way she'd positioned herself. She kissed him deeply as she rocked her hips up and down against him to grind her swollen lips teasingly along the length of his cock. He'd been right about the pleasure the link between them could provide. Maria shuttered as the double sensation taunted her. Breaking the kiss she paused for a moment to study his face. The black eyes stared back into hers inscrutably, seeming to take in her every move as though waiting for her to do or not do something. "Your pleasure is mine as well, sweet Lixi. You serve yourself as much as you serve me. You must give this freely to me for me to be able to take it." He pulled her in more closely, causing her to raise back up on her knee's slightly in the process. The tip of his penis was now just below her throbbing pussy, brushing lightly against the outermost lips in a way that drove her wild. Maria began to lower herself down over him, but he held her tightly enough that she could only press against the end of his manhood. The way he held her also served to keep her raised up enough that his mouth was even with her collar bone. Maria felt the wonderful agony of his lips torturous running across the skin just above her breasts. She leaned her upper body back away from him, using his confining arms around hips and waist for support, and hoped his lips would continue their path down her chest. To her delight he fallowed her motions exactly as she'd hoped, first kissing down one breast, then across to the other. His lips sought out her stiffened nipples, sucking on each in tern and swirling his tung around them before biting playfully at one. Maria moved her hips involuntarily now, swaying them back and forth automatically to feel his tip spreading her open in the slightest ways as she did. One of his hands found its way to the middle of her back, pulling her back up slowly as he kissed his way back up to the little v shaped impression where her collar bone met the top of the breastbone. "Lixi... Maria... I wont have only a part of you. You have to give me all of yourself, or none at all." his lips brushed against the skin at the bottom of her neck as he spoke. "So much of you already is, but you have to be mine fully for any of this to work. Its destine to be this way, and there is no other it can be I'm afraid." His hold on her midsection relaxed a little, allowing her to slide down a little less than an inch, allowing the head of his cock to separate her lips. She moaned and swayed her hips again, wanting him so badly now that she ached to feel him sliding the rest of the way inside her body. "Give yourself to me Maria, let us become what we're meant to be. Give yourself to me!" His lips now spread softly across the skin of her neck as he opened his jaw a small way. Maria could feel his teeth against her throat, hovering just about the pulsating vein on the side. His voice echoed inside her mind now, encouraging her to give in, to be his. The torment between her legs was almost to much, making her skin crawl with anticipation. The feeling was intoxicating and entrancing her till she no longer cared where she was, or how she'd gotten there. The terror from earlier had been swept aside, logic and reason along with it. Maria had lost herself into that moment, that feeling. To her time no longer mattered, nor did reality. "I am yours..." the words came out as a barely audible whisper as her hand came to clutch the back of his neck. Without knowing why she pulled his head in closer to her neck, and tilted her own head to the side, offering herself openly. His hold on her loosened, allowing her the ability to move freely again. She whispered one last time just before sliding him all the way inside of her aching sex, "I'm yours." In the same moment that she felt his member penetrate all the way into her, she felt a sharp twinge of pain at her neck as well. His teeth locked over her skin, sinking several of them from either side of his top jaw into her neck. The few top teeth that broke skin drove into the life vein allowing her blood to flow freely into his mouth. Maria screamed and tried to pull away, but those same strong arms that had held her on brink of pleasure moments before now had her locked into her coupling with him. His voice pushed into her head again as she felt his heart race and his cock push into her body again and again with a steady slow pace that matched his now deep breaths. "You cant turn away now Lixi. This is what you asked for. You're mine now. You are mine..." His voice in her head reminded her. He held her struggling body in place on his lap as he continued his slow rhythmic thrusts into her. Maria felt a wave of warm sensual sensation spread over her body as he drew the life giving blood from her body. Pleasure again surged between her legs, no matter how hard she fought against it. A small whimper of both pleasure and regret slipped out of her lips as she felt that carnal fire springing up to consume her again. Samith began to drive into her more vigorously, the whimper having signaled him to how close she was to breaking for him once more. No matter how her mind may have wanted to run, her body seemed to disagree. Her hips began to move in time with his, and her arms ceased their fighting to push him away. Maria felt the waves of heightened pleasure sweeping through her every where as she finally gave over to her carnal longings and gave in to the sensation of this strange, unbelievable experience. She wrapped her arms around him once again, and moved with him, crying in pleasure to the sky as he continued to draw the blood from her neck. Dizziness crept into her head again causing her to lean fully against him for support. Maria turned her head towards his eagerly when he finally lifted his lips off her neck. Before he finished however, he paused to kiss each of the small wounds he'd left, causing the bleeding to stop mysteriously as he did so. Maria looked into his black eyes for a moment again before pressing her lips to his blood stained mouth. The metallic taste of the blood on his tung fueled Maria's lust in a way she hadn't imagined it would, and she found herself now thrusting and driving more heatedly up and down on his pulsing manhood. With one quick motion Samith lifted them both up then brought their bodies quickly back down to the ground, placing her on her back, without ever pulling fully out of her during the move. Maria wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips up off the ground as he pressed back into her again and the two resumed their heated entwining. Maria could feel the pain of her inside stretching to accommodate his full length, know now he was most certainly a good bit more substantial than her most recent lover had been. She felt the muscles of her vagina tightening and contracting around him, making him seem all the larger inside her. The two soon quickened their pace to a frantic level, each thrust adding to the mounting ecstasy the two shared. Maria screamed as the final peaking waves of sensation drove her body into a shuttering orgasm while the heat of his cum filled her as he simultaneously came deep inside her. As his juices pulsed into her aching pussy however, something else started to sweep into Maria. A darkness seemed to be creeping into her mind, filling it with a black heat the same way his cum filled her sex, filling her mind with its seeds of horrific scenes. Terrible images of a destructive fire, filled with creatures like the ones she'd seen diving into the man who now filled her. She watched in horror as the fire overtook towns and cities. An army of monsters in its fray sought out any survivors that tried to flee to use for their own carnal purposes, and feasted on the flesh of those already dead. Another scream parted her lips, but this time it held no hint of pleasure. The visions continued to pull Maria across the hellish landscape and forced her to watch as children were pried out of wailing mothers arms, then forced to watch as their mothers were brutalized and then consumed right before them by the fierce creatures. The children were then taken captive and thrown in the back of large caged carts with other frightened children from other towns. The monsters that took the children would then tie the heads of the dead mothers to the sides of the rolling prison to further torment the small slaves within. The smell of burning flesh and decay filler her nose as her lovers voice managed to permeate the visions. No relief came on his words this time though. He told her that all this would befall the world, and when it was over, they would emerge to rule what was left, making it a new paradise for themselves. Maria pleaded with him, crying out that she wanted no part of it, but the visions continued relentlessly in her mind. Her screams filled her own head now as any feeling of his body or the earth beneath her faded. She was only half aware of the desk she was once again sitting in, the faces of her startled classmates appearing as little more than corpses to her as she flung her body violently out of the chair and onto the floor. Reality was warped and skewed as the visions continued, overlapping and distorting everything her eyes now looked on in horror with its grisly scenes. Several of her classmates tried to grab her, but met only with her wildly flaring arms as she backed herself up against the wall. Brandon burst through the door he'd been waiting patiently outside of for her and through himself on top of her to try and grapple her to the floor. "Maria! Maria! Damnit Maria its me!" He groaned as she flailed wildly to free herself from his hold. "What the fuck happened to her?" he demanded of the class as he finally trapped her arms and legs with his own, pinning her body tightly between himself and the wall on the floor. "We have no idea!" one of the other students shouted from where several of them now stood gaping in awe across the room. "She just started freaking out and screaming then through herself on the floor" another added while the professor picked up his cellphone to dial 911. "What the fuck are you doing asshole? Hang the damn phone up, I've got her. She's not hurting anyone. Someone just help me and I'll get her out of here. Maybe it was a dream or something, she just needs to calm down." Brandon held her cradled tightly in his arms now. Her screaming had faded into pathetic whimpering and sobbing. The fists she'd thrown about clutched helplessly at his shirt as he scooped her up to carry her. "Someone wanna put her stuff in her bag and hand it to me? I'm taking her home so she can rest." "This woman needs a doctor. Dreams don't leave you an unresponsive mess like that. You need to take her to a hospital, not to her room. Its obvious she's suffered some form of sudden psychological trauma, I mean just look at her!" The professor now stood blocking Brandon and reached out to turn Maria's head up to look at him. Her blank vacant gaze looked past him, staring into nothing as she mumbled something about hell consuming everything in her sobs. Professor Buffet called for one of the students near his desk to hand him the laser pointer he used when displaying notes on the board. Flipping it over he pressed a button to turn on the small LED flash light on the other end and shined in directly into the girls eyes one at a time. Her pupils barely responded to the intense light and remained wide. "See now, she's barely even in there. This girl needs medical attention son. Now I know you mean well, but I think you'd better let me call someone to help her." The professor shook his head and cut Brandon off as soon as he began to protest. "Quite frankly son, if you don't sit down and let me get someone in here to help her, if you even try to walk out of this building with her, I'll call the police instead, and they'll be here before you even make it down to the front doors. Don't be a fool boy, just sit down and try to calm her as best as you can till they get here." Maria's head turned back toward Brandon, her eyes focusing in on him suddenly. Her hand shot out to grab the pointer from the professors hand when he again tried to shine it in her face. Before he could react she'd thrown it across the room with enough force that it broke into several pieces upon impacting the wall. Her face was now calm solemn as she stared into Brandon's eyes, her own eyes dilated to the point that the black of the pupils seemed to fully engulf the iris, leaving none of the hazel coloration to be seen. The nearly black eyes held his gaze when she began to speak. "You need to do as he says." the voice coming out of the girls mouth barely sounded like Maria. Its deep, cold tone a mere resemblance of the light hearted sing songy tones that she usually spoke in. "You cant help her now. You cant see her now. She belongs with us, not with you. Our world, our needs, our will all are in her now. There is nothing for you here." "No... Maria... what are you talking about." Brandon felt his chest tighten, tears welling up in his eyes. He'd never been one to cry, but the cold vacancy that now lived in the girl that had been so full of life and passion when he'd made love to her in that cemetery just a few nights before crippled him inside. "Maria..." he whispered as he clutched her frame tightly to his chest. "No!" the girl in his arms shouted. "Not your Maria any more!" her body began to shake as her head tipped back, a wicked, chilling laughter spilling out of her lips. She continued to laugh in a crazed dementia as Brandon wept and shook his head in disbelief. He continued to hold her still laughing body like this until paramedics came to pry her loose from his arms and take her away.