Abbie's Gift (25 page)

The bedclothes were pulled aside and he stood there, watching her as she lay on her back in her pyjamas. Two knurled fingers went in between the buttons of her top and parted the two sides, revealing the soft white rounded flesh of her breasts, and he grunted with delight.

The demon leaned over her and pulled her pyjama bottoms, his strength easily pulling them down and over her feet in one fluid movement.

He stood over her, in awe of the sight in front of him. He wanted her so much. He knew from legends of the existence of the goddess Lilith, and he had seen this one in his world. He had watched her from afar, and he had tried to make her desire him following the ways of man, but that had failed, and so he decided that he would have her at any cost, in his way.

He knew from the moment he had kissed her flesh that to control his desire would be impossible. He had never seen such beauty, even in those for whom he had previously killed. This Lilith was his queen, and she would be his alone.

Asmodeus climbed onto the bed and on top of Abbie.  He would not harm her, but he knew none of the niceties of foreplay; his penis in his hand, he forced himself into her, while Abbie remained unaware and motionless on the bed.

Once inside her he touched her belly, her hips and breasts, He wanted this to last forever as he thrust at her, in and out, making her whole body jerk back and forth violently. He so wished she had chosen him, but he had seen that she was with another, so this he now knew was his only way of having her.

The terrible creature was lost in his own private ecstasy as he ejaculated deeply within her, his pleasure ripping through his muscular humanoid frame. He felt his energy and desire drain from him as he had fulfilled his lust for her. For a while he remained motionless, hunched over her, whilst his knurled member remained inside her, his erection never waning, and after a few moments he began thrusting at her again, this time harder and more aggressively; he held her breasts and grabbed at her the flesh on her muscular thighs. He felt so hard he knew he was coming again, but this time at the point of ejaculation, he stopped thrusting and let the pleasure seep through his frame as he unloaded his semen into her.

After he had finished he remained looking at her beauty beneath him, and before climbing off her and departing, he breathed deeply again into her face.

A while later Abbie felt cold and reached for the bedclothes, covering herself completely and continuing to sleep.

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Simon was up at his usual time of 7 am; Jess was still asleep in her basket on the landing outside his room. He showered and made himself some tea, thinking of Abbie and the evening they had spent together.

It dawned on him that he hadn’t heard his father upstairs; he was usually also up by now, so Simon decided to take him some tea, in case he had overslept.

Simon knocked on the door, but there was no reply.

“Dad” he shouted, but there was no response, and he had an uneasy feeling that something was wrong. He opened the bedroom door and looked in; he could see his father still lying in bed.

“Dad” he said for the second time from the doorway, “it’s morning; I’ve brought you some tea”.

Still there was no reply. Simon entered the room and walked over to the bed, putting the tea down on the bedside table.

“Dad” he said again gently.  Leaning over, he touched his father’s shoulder, which was as cold as ice.

Abbie was aware of gradually waking up.  She felt she had slept well and, opening her eyes, she lay for a while enjoying the warmth of the bed.

It was only when she moved that she noticed something felt strange, something was wrong.

She glanced under the bed covers and noticed that her pyjama top was open, and the bottoms removed and lying next to her. She remembered being restless early on in the night, and thought she must have somehow wrestled her way out of her pyjamas. This thought amused her; she wasn’t used to wearing them after all, and she’d only brought them to sleep in, in case she was cold.

Abbie got up and showered, and it was only when drying herself that she noticed a bruise at the top of her thigh.  She couldn’t recall how that had happened, but she was sure it hadn’t been there the day before.

After a breakfast of porridge, she noticed the time was 8.30 am; the village would be coming to life she thought, which meant the shop and café opening, the local rush hour.

The bad weather seemed to have passed, and again the day looked as though it would be bright and clear. All was silent around the caravan, not even the birds were singing.

Abbie dressed in her running gear and set off towards the beach.  As she passed the shop she didn’t notice that it was still closed.

For some reason the village seemed more deserted than usual, not a soul to be seen. It was as though she was in a time warp, one of those disaster films where you awake to find you’re the only person left.

At the top of the hill, she approached the clearing that led to the path in the dunes; there was no Michael and she was glad of that.

Once on the beach again, Abbie decided she would definitely return to this place in the future. She ran at a brisk pace, confident in her ability.

This particular morning her talent to project happened very quickly, and she soon found herself engulfed in bright light, as a familiar figure appeared in front of her and became Isaac.  He smiled at her.

“Hello” she said

“Nice to meet with you again Abbie, but you need to be very careful.  We are aware that your beauty has continued to attract the attention of a malevolent spirit; you are aware of this also.  It is persistent as it has been at the height of its strength, but this will pass. You yourself have to deal with it in your world, we cannot help you. If however, you feel really threatened there is something you can do.”

“What’s that?”

“Burn a fish heart and liver.  The smell will be unpleasant for you but it will succeed in driving him away. Be strong”.  said Isaac.

“I will, thank you”.

“Abbie, there is something else”.

“What is it?”

“Peter.  He is suffering increasingly, you see he is in what you would call limbo; your visits he loves, and of course desires them, but as a human you cannot stay here all the time and when you depart he is so sad. He now feels stuck, he cannot move on because he wants you, to be with you, and he also does not want to leave you again. You must understand that this is so heavy on his spirit”.

Isaac continued: “Abbie, Peter’s future is in your hands; let him go, let him move on and find true spiritual fulfilment, let him be free”.

Abbie looked at Isaac and knew what he said was true.

“You’re asking me to give him up?”

“Yes, for his sake.  You love him, you would not harm him; he needs you to give him permission to move on and for him to be able to go. He is only here for you now. He is fully aware and has come to terms with what has happened to him.  Here, this is usually a transition stage, as you know at times souls are stuck, but Peter, he needs you to release him. You need to do this for his sake.”

Abbie was aware of what felt like spiritual tears, her heavy heart feeling it would split in two. She knew that she had no right to be engulfed in her own selfishness which would prevent Peter’s happiness in eternity.

“I see,” she said, “I don’t really have an option do I?”

Isaac said in response, “This needs to be done soon”.

She knew though that he understood her pain.

A glowing entity appeared at her side; it was Sarah to offer comfort: “You will do the right thing, I know it.”

Sarah turned to Isaac and then stood in front of Abbie in silence; they seemed to be communicating by thought.

“Tell me, what is it?” she asked.

Sarah looked at her and smiled, “Abbie, there is another way for you”.

“What?  I don’t understand”.

“Join Peter here forever; it is possible”.

The magnitude of what was being suggested to Abbie did not register.

“I can’t, I try to stay but somehow physically it’s not possible and I have to go back to my body”.

“Yes we are aware of that, what we are saying is different: join Peter here, and do not go back, ever”.

Abbie then fully understood what they meant.

“You mean, give up my life somehow, choose to die?”

“Yes”, said Sarah “that is exactly the choice you can make, and then you will be with Peter forever”.

Abbie felt numb, shocked at the reality of this choice.

She was bewildered by the information that she’d just been given, and it took a while for it to really sink in, but she knew clearly that an important message had been given to her.

She thought over the two options: the first, give up Peter, let him move on and allow him to find his complete happiness in eternity, although to her that meant losing him all over again, and that filled her with utter dread, it was in some way unthinkable. But she also knew that she could not be so selfish as to simply hold him captive in this half-way place.

The second option was, right now, incomprehensible: simply die and join him for eternity. In some dark way this amused her: what was she to do, and how was she meant to take her own life? She was not sure that this was a viable option for her at all; pain had never been her strong point.

Her mind raced back and forth, struggling with too much information, and too little idea of what to do.

Let him go, or join him.

The reality was that she wanted him, to be with him always, but what she would have to do to achieve this did not seem to be a true option.

Abbie felt she couldn’t face Peter with this information swirling around in her head; she didn’t want to risk causing him upset.

She looked all around in the brightness and the peacefulness of the astral realm that enveloped her spirit. It was all too much for her. She needed to be away from here.

Returning to her body with a sudden and firm jolt, she felt the coolness of the sea air immediately. The cold hit her face and she tasted the saltiness in the sea air. She was approaching the far end of the beach, so for the final yards she slowed down and walked towards the end-point where the sea now met the land.

Abbie turned and paced her stride at length, keeping the blood flowing, until a few yards further on she broke into a slow jog, soon getting back to her running pace. As she did this, she felt that Peter was speaking to her clearly, as if he was right next to her.

“My love, I need you to help me”.

She looked all around her, but saw nothing. Then it came again, breaking through in to her world.

“Abbie please, you can help me”.

This was too much.  All the pain and grief she’d felt for the last few weeks seemed to engulf her and she stopped running, almost collapsing on the sand as she crouched down, racked with sobs. She felt utter despair again.

After a few minutes, she began to feel cold and chilled to the bone; the wind was getting stronger and tugging at her clothes. She picked herself up and dusted the sand off her legs and began running again. She knew that she had about another four miles at least to go, but she didn’t want to be out here anymore; she longed for the warmth and isolation of the caravan.

After she had showered and changed, Abbie made herself a warm meal of soup and cheese, but once she began to eat, her appetite vanished completely. She knew that she had to find Peter; they had to discuss this, this terrible and unimaginable dilemma. She had to carefully make the right choice, their eternities were at stake.

The caravan was warm and cosy as the afternoon air grew cooler outside. She was now used to this compact space and enjoyed it, living and sleeping and cooking in one room. It felt safe, as though she were cocooned; there was a sense of order and control for her, whereas at home all that space had recently seemed too much for her, too big, too open.

Abbie lay down on the bench seat, and as she closed her eyes her focus was on leaving her body, so she relaxed and concentrated on her breathing, drifting and rising easily away from her physical self.

As she achieved this, a true sense of calm enveloped her and as she emerged into the brightness, the feeling of tranquillity and peacefulness that she had experienced before cloaked her mind and spirit. She was glad that she saw Isaac and then Sarah almost immediately; they could help her, she knew that.

“Abbie” Sarah began, “you have much to consider, let us help you in this. You have a unique gift to cross the boundaries from the physical world into this spiritual dimension, this is a blessing for you of course, but right now it can also appear as a huge burden. You understand that your presence here has attracted the attention of one of the vilest demons; it has made him respond to you, to desire you, and even chase after you, presenting himself to you in your world, trying to impress you. You need to be strong; we can only warn you of these things”.