Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2012 12:38:28 +0000 From: reece . Subject: The Morgen: The Morgen 2 Thought I'd try my hand at this sort of thing amateurish writer and looking to widen my writing ability. This is a short 3 part story that is a trial run for better things all the usual disclaimers apply that this is my story and mine alone to be distributed as I wish if you have a chance and you like it please send me a email about what you like or hate. She Her life was ripped away from Her at the death of Her father. Her life was changed drastically, no more friends, no more village and no more time for her to swim in the lake whilst She watched. That castle was one of the highlights alongside the rural settings but the true wonder of her home was when She would appear. There was a strong connection between the pair as they were two lonely people who gravitated towards one another, one a fourteen year old girl and the other an eternally beautiful being. The connection was what saved Her from drowning as She had saved Her by pushing her up. Not a single word was passed between their lips the relationship was judged entirely on motions and body language more suggestive on Her part and more maternal on the other. She didn't realise yet what she was feeling but Her feelings were true and she knew they were real. Her escape from Her home was the first thing that made her happy in four years, the first time she got away from the home that held so many bad memories, a house that held so many nightmares. Her life was filled with pain nothing happy came to Her until She came along. Her father was first and fore most an abuser he spent his life beating Her mother and Her mother in turn started to drink her bruises away and then when she didn't scream or cry anymore, when she wouldn't perform for him anymore, when he couldn't get what his sick mind wanted he turned to his own flesh and blood, he turned to Her. She noticed the marks and that was what fuelled her angry killing of Her father. Yet the memories survived even if he did not, the memories of him pinning her down, the memories of him forcing Her to perform to his dark desires, he died but the scars he inflicted remained. Her life after he died changed, she moved to a new place and she watched her mother drink herself into oblivion, she dated some but she could never be with a man and every time she kissed her date goodbye She would flash to Her mind. Her eighteenth came and she ran to the only place that made her happy. She ignored her mother lapping up her own vomit so she didn't have to waste the alcohol and she made Her way across the pile of empty vodka bottles. Out the door. To the library. To the internet. She researched the area to find out what She was. She looked at everything from gods to myths from demons to faeries. She scoured for anything and found nothing. She looked on the internet for local legends looked through books, everything that contained some relevant information she checked yet she still came up blank. She eventually travelled to the lake and asked around about local legends and myths which was made complex by the peoples recognition of her. She worked Her arse off and still found no relevant information about what She was. She spent the night in the local B&B as it was the late evening and she wished to go to the lake in the middle of the day when the lake would look crystal clear and if Her thoughts rung true then She would be there. The thoughts that ran through Her head at finally being reunited with her. The images that ran through Her head and the memories of Her watching her as She watched her in return. The fantasies that were fuelled by the form that She projected to Her all those years ago, how she imagined running Her hands through her fiery mane and stroking her soft pale skin pleasuring her as She in turn pleasured Her. Feeling her grind against Her. She spent many nights alone in Her room touching and feeling herself, exploring the fringes of her curiosity on her own with a severe lack of friend to help or more importantly a severe lack of a lover other than the form that She held swimming in Her mind. Her body was in a constant walk along the edge as she built herself up, blurring images of memories and imagination. Pushing herself to the edge and keeping herself there for long periods of time before finally falling off the edge and releasing all Her pent up frustrations and releasing herself from Her body, momentarily escaping life and floating in the blissful waves as they rippled through Her body. Yet like every time before she would come crashing back down and in the confusing rush of hormones through Her body amplifying emotions that she held, she would cry herself to sleep. The day that she would face the lake and the reality of whether Her memories were true was finally here. She dressed in warm clothes and made Her way towards the lake recognising the familiar surroundings that she had so frequently seen as a child on Her way to and from the village and Her school. Her mind and body spontaneously froze up upon the site of the castle and more specifically the groundskeepers quarters a little ways off. The painful memories of what happened there filled Her mind and she recognized the dark feeling of cold that sat in the bottom of her stomach. She couldn't even look at the house, almost as though it was glaring Her down trying to force Her to relive the memories. Her feet started to move and as she ripped Her eyes and Her mind away from the house, back towards the lake, Her breath stopped. Her eyes had settled on the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. After gazing upon this beauty, and seeing that She was treading water waiting for Her to come into the lake, Her clothes were slowly removed from her body. Her movements were slow as she knew that She would be watching. Her hands grazed all the right places as she slowly and sensuously removed every piece of clothing until she stood before her plain to see. After letting Her body be seen she slowly moved into the water, readying herself to hold her breath and then she dived. She watched Her approach and She was filled with a sense of pride at how beautiful Her body had become. As soon as Her body had dived enough times to be face to face with Her love, she dived again...