Malevolent Hall 1666AD (23 page)

“I want you, Matilda,” he begged.

“I want you, Mike,” she moaned in replied.  As he kissed down her stomach to her thighs, she gripped hold of his dark hair, her hips rising from the bed as he slowly pulled down her knickers.

Dropping them to the floor, he massaged her inner thighs, and slipped his fingers inside her.

Matilda groaned.

“Mike,” she whispered.  “I want you now.”  His eyes met hers, bewitching him, begging him and he smiled.  Removing his boxers, he climbed on top of her.  His hands caressing her breast, as his mouth kissed the nape of her neck.  Matilda’s body arched towards him, his touch making her whole body tingle.

He swept his mouth across her jaw before settling back on her mouth.  His tongue entwining with hers, he deepened the kiss, his body trembling as his fingers slipped back inside her, stroking her, teasing her.

Matilda’s body moved in rhythm with the penetration of his fingers.

“Mike, for god sake, please” she gasped.  She was so close but she wanted to feel him inside her.  He withdrew his fingers, and grabbing her wrists, he pushed her arms either side of her and held her down.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice, smooth and sexy.

“Yes,” she moaned, opening her legs wider in anticipation.  His scent lingered as he ran his hands tantalisingly down her arms, and across her shoulders.  He flicked her nipples with this thumb and then tweaked them. 

She cried aloud out as he entered her.

“Tilly,” he groaned as he made love to her. Matilda grasped at his back as she past the initial pain.

“Oh god,” Mike moaned, as the sensation of her nails digging into his flesh turned him on even more and his thrusts became hard and rhythmic.

Matilda felt as if she was in heaven, and it was how she had always imagined losing her virginity.  She had never been interested in the quick one behind the bike shed to get it over with, as many of her so-called ‘friends’ had done at school.  This she concluded had so been worth the wait.

An orgasmic pleasure tore through her body as she came.  Her mouth opened, her chest heaved, and her eyes rolled.  It was the most glorious feeling, ever.

“Tilly,” he groaned, releasing, and she gasped again as the warm rush of his orgasm fill her inside, and sent another wave of pleasure through her.  He collapsed on top of her and nuzzled into her neck. Matilda pulled her arms and legs around him and held him tightly, never wanting to let him go.  For a moment, they were quiet lost in their own pleasure, both gasping to catch their breaths.  He lifted his head, and looked at her his hand rising to cup her face, his beautiful dark eyes gazing into hers.  For a second, concern flooded Matilda and she was unsure if she was looking at Mike or Eric.

His body suddenly arched, he groaned, and took a breath.  Her eyes lifted behind him, and Eric stood smiling at her.

“We are the same,”
he whispered, and he faded into the darkness.

“Eric,” she mumbled.

“How do you know my name is Eric?” Mike asked.  Matilda snapped her attention back to him.

“Sorry?” she asked.

“How do you know my name is Eric?” he asked again. As he ran the back of his knuckles on her cheek, she turned her face and kissed them.

“I don’t know,” she replied.  “Is it?”

“Yeah, my full name is Eric Michael Jonathan Tovenaar, but everyone has always called me Mike.”

“Really, that’s weird,” she mumbled, and she glanced past him to see if Eric had reappeared, but he hadn’t.

“Tilly,” he said, his lips gently skimming across hers.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, too busy enjoying the feeling to reply.

“Were you a virgin?” he asked.  Matilda pulled her head back from him and gave a nod.

“Don’t worry I’m on the pill, for well you know, other reasons,” she whispered.  Sudden realisation crossed his face.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think,” he said, shocked that he had taken her without any precaution.  “I promise I’m clean,” he said, trying to reassure her.

“It’s okay, I trust you, Mike, besides I wanted it too,” she whispered.  “In fact,” she said, with a grin.  “I wouldn’t mind doing that all over again.”

“Me too,” he replied, and he smiled before planting his gorgeous lips back on hers.

A loud banging sound reverberated through the room.

“What the hell was that?” she said, looking towards the door.

“I’m not sure,” he replied.  “I’ll go and see.”  He jumped off her, picked up his clothes, and began to dress.

“Wait, you can’t go alone,” she said, “it’s too dangerous.”  Matilda scurried over the bed and slid off.  Ignoring her underwear, she grabbed her dress, and put it on.

“Let me,” he said, as she struggled to do up the zipper.  She spun around and he swept her hair to one side.  Unable to help himself he kissed the nape of her neck as he did up the zip.

Matilda closed her eyes at the sensation, pushing herself against him.

Mike turned her around.

“What do you mean it’s too dangerous,” he said in a whisper.

“This Hall is full of ghosts, and demons,” she said.

“What like that thing on the roof?” he asked.

“Yes but worse.  I lied the other day.  I didn’t fall off the chair while changing a light bulb.”

“What happened?” he asked, giving her a look.  “The truth,” he pushed.  He put his hand under her chin and tilted it so she was looking at him.

“I fought a demon, a big, scary fucking demon.  Eric helped me to kill it, and he said he is coming for me.”

“Eric, who the hell is, Eric?” he asked, with a rise of his eyebrow.

“The ghost I told you about,” she said.  He leaned closer and lowered his voice.

“Was that who you meant when you called me Eric?” he asked.  “Were you calling for him?”

“Mike, he is you, I think,” she said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he said, anger rising in his voice.

“He said you are the same.”

“And what does that mean, and who is coming?” he questioned, his voice raising even more in pitch.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s the demon, the one that killed my family.  He is coming for me now,” she said, her voice trembling, as she spoke the words.  “Don’t be angry,” Matilda begged grasping at him.

“I’m not angry, Tilly,” he replied, and his hands lifted to her face before sweeping back through her hair.   “I just don’t understand, any of this.”

“Neither do I, Mike,” she confessed.

He pulled back the lock and opened the door.  She inched towards the staircase and was about to go down when Mike grabbed her arm.

“I’ll go first,” he said.

  She placed her hand on his shoulder, and he glanced at her.  “I wasn’t thinking of him, I just wasn’t sure you were yourself.”  He smiled at her.

“I can assure you, it was me, Tilly.”  She gave nervous chuckle, still not entirely convinced.  They carried on down the stairs, and Mike hit the switch for the hall light as they reached the bottom.  They glanced both ways.

“Where did it come from?” he asked.

“I’m not sure.  Mike there’s a book hidden somewhere in the Hall that should explain what’s going on, I have to find it.”

“A book, what book and how do you know about this book?”

“Eric told me,” she replied.  He turned to her, placing his hand on her arm.

“Tilly, how can you be sure you can trust this Eric, if he is a ghost.”

“Because, I can, I know him.”

“You know him, where from?” he asked.

“Another life,” she replied, and she looked at his puzzled frown.

“How did you know him?”  Matilda swallowed, hesitant to answer.

“Tilly” he pushed.

“We were lovers,” she said.

“Shit,” he groaned, and he held his hand to his head. “This just gets worse.  So you thought upstairs that your deceased lover was using my body to make love to you?”

“What!  No, no, of course, not, I wanted sex with you not him, but he was there and ...”

“What the fuck, he was there watching us!”  He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, dishevelling it.

“No – yes - no I mean he was, and then he disappeared, and when we finished he was standing behind you, that’s when I said his name because he startled me.”   He paced the hall.

“So you thought, he whooshed into me,” he said, using his hands to demonstrate.  “Used my body to make love to you, and then whooshed back out!”

She threw her hands to her face and groaned.

“No.   He is you, Mike.”  She broke down and cried in exasperation.

“Hey, I’m sorry, Tilly, please don’t cry,” he said, and he pulled her into his arms.

“Mike, he keeps saying you are the same.  I don’t know what it means, and I don’t what to do.  He said all of this was because of an enchantment that I had done in a previous life, he said he is coming and he calls him Richard.”  She wiped her eyes.  “I have to find the book before he comes or Richard is going to take me back to wherever the hell it is he comes from,” she said in a shaky voice.

He swept the hair from her eyes and ran his knuckles down her cheek.  “I won’t let him take you,” he rushed to reassure.  “Let me take you away from here, come back to my house in Chelsea,” he offered. She shook her head.

“I can’t, Mike, I have to end it, I can’t explain why, I just know I have too.  I need to avenge my family and I want my home back.  I think it’s going to happen tomorrow, it’s my birthday and Halloween, and the dead are at their strongest then.”

“Then we will turn this place upside down until we find your book,” he insisted.  “Starting back in the hidden room, I’m sure there is an energy force of some kind in there.”  He cupped a hand to the side of her face.

“We will find it, I promise.”

“I know, thank you.”  Matilda breathed out slowly, deeply trying to steady her heart.  He drew her into his arms and hugged her.  She froze and he did too.  She slowly turned her head and looked up at him.

“What the hell was that?” Mike whispered, and turning with her, they looked towards the stairs.

“I think it’s my little brother,” she mumbled, as the sound of a giggling child grew louder.

“That does not sound like a little boy,” Mike replied, taking hold of her hand.  The giggle echoed as it came up the stairs.  Mike and Matilda exchanged a glance, and took a step back.

“He’s coming to get you,”
the eerie voice said chillingly.

“Mike,” she whispered, and he gripped her hand tighter as the doors along the hallway began to open and close.

Slamming and banging!

Slamming and banging!

The lights went out, plunging them into darkness.

  “Mike!” Matilda cried, louder.

“Run, Tilly,” he urged shoving her, and they darted for the stairs to the tower.  He pushed her up first, and she scrambled to the top.

“Shit, something’s got me!” he yelled.  She spun around and Mike suddenly went down.

“Mike!” she screamed, her hand pressing on the curve of stonewall as she felt her way back down.

“Tilly,” he yelled.  Something dug into the back of his leg, holding him.

“Mike!” she screamed. “
Lluminare,”
she yelled, and she lifted her hand and guided the orb of light to see what had him.

His eyes caught hers.

“Shit!” he screamed.  His face hit the step and he disappeared back down the stairs.

“No - Mike!” Matilda screamed launching down the stairs after him.  His hands reached out to her as he thudded down the stairs.  She discarded the orb onto a stair, and grabbed at his hands, and anchoring down she heaved him back with all her might.

“Fuck!” he yelled, and his forehead scrunched with the pain.  “Tilly, get to the tower, bolt the door now!” he ordered.

Her heart pounded, and the adrenaline coursed through her veins, she was not about to abandon him to save herself.  Without another thought, she let go of his hands, flung herself on top of his back, and slid down his body.

“Tilly, no, what the fuck are you doing!” he screamed.  Her feet hit something, she kicked out furiously, and it growled at her.

“
Lluminare,”
she cried, and her hand reached upwards desperately for her orb of light.  As it reconnected with her it shot down the stairs to her, she caught it and spun around to see what had growled.

“Oh – my – God!” she screamed.  The child stopped pulling at Mike’s leg.  He looked at her, tilted his head to one side, and grinned.

“Silly Tilly, he is coming for you, coming for you, coming for you,”
he sang.

“Teddy,” she cried, “no, Edward, no!”

The ‘child’ drew back and growled.  It laughed as it scurried away on all fours like a monkey and disappeared down the stairs. 

The lights came back on.

Matilda slid off Mike; she sat on the bottom step, and with a wave of her hand disbursed her orb.  Her face fell into her hands, and she wept.