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| Memories of a past life. ....CONTINUED.................... |
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"Will I see you again?" Taylor whispered into the ear of the girl next to him. She giggled, and it annoyed the crap out of him. "You sure will." She replied and placed a kiss on his lips. Everything she did and said made his blood boil but he tried more than anything to ignore it, desperate for the comfort and care he needed. But he knew he'd never get it from her. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He slowly crept out of bed and got dressed. Without looking back, he walked out the door, never looking back. He heard her from her small apartment. "Taylor?" It was in the middle of the night when he walked down the street to his own place. Back home he wouldn't even think about it but here... he felt insecure and... not home. The sound of someone behind him caught his attention but he kept walking. Suddenly a guy walked out in front of him with a gun in his hand. "Give me ur money!" He yelled with a shaky hand. Taylor nodded. "Easy there, we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, so put the gun down and let me go." The guy laughed. "YEAH right, like that's ever gonna happen. Listen to me, you don't know what it's like out..." Taylor grabbed the gun and knocked it in his face, making him fall to his knees where Taylor kicked him. "I told you to leave me alone..." He muttered as he emptied the gun for bullets and throwing the gun on the ground next to him. "You ass!" He walked away. Suddenly a heart-tearing shriek came from one of the alleys. He knew he should just walk on, pretend not to hear it. He took another step and then stopped. "Hell No!" he said before taking off towards the sounds. It was pure chaos when he got there. A woman was having all her clothes torn off by three drooling men. Taylor shook his head. "That's all?" He stepped in the middle of it and grabbed two guys by the throat, banging their heads against each others. The last guy got so scared he turned around and ran straight into the wall, knocking himself out. The girl sat on the ground, covering her face and head with her arms. "Please... please don't hurt me..." She stuttered. Taylor took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly as he lifted her up into his arms. As soon as she felt the comfort of his arms she blacked out, her head leaning back against his arm revealing her face. It was bruised black and blue, a tattoo covered her neck and down on to her chest. It was huge... he looked on her back, where the tattoo swirled down to her ass. "What the fuck?" "He craves you..." A soft whisper escaped her lips. "His thoughts are all about you." He looked down at the girl in his arms who slowly turned grey. "I didn't understand why, I needed to find out for myself." "What are you talking about?" "My Lord... he desires you, he craves you and your...." A final sigh before her body turned into ash. Taylor stood with his mouth gaped open. "What the fuck?" He said and shook his jacket, ash filling the air and his nostrils. "FUCK! What the hell is this?" He sneezed. No sound anywhere and it was almost as if it was so loud he thought his ears would pop. He looked around frantic but nothing and no one approached. "He craves for you..." He heard her voice in his mind. He... who the fuck is He and couldn't He have been a She, "maybe I heard wrong." He thought to himself. Suddenly he felt dizzy and it was too late he noticed the smoke at his feet, knocking him out. Chapter 3: "Do you think he's awake?" A small voice said. Taylor shook his head and slowly opened his eyes. "He's awoken." An old voice said and his head was lifted. Taylor's eyes opened wide when he saw the crowd around him. They were people, dressed in brown cloaks and with staffs to support them. The old man in front of him was bald with glasses. He had a small mustache and eyes as blue as the ocean. "Do you know where you are?" He asked Taylor who looked around in the building. "No... No idea." He mumbled and let his head hang again. "If we untie you... will you hurt us?" The man asked again and Taylor chuckled. "That depends on a lot of things but as things are now... no." A person walked behind Taylor and untied him. "What do you want from me?" Taylor got up and suddenly realized how short these people were. They all backed away as he rose. "Listen, I have had all kinds of strange shit happening to me today, so I'm not really..." The old man cut him off. "We know you have been approached by a certain individual today... we know she told you of Him. We have a story we wish to tell you and a plea." Taylor took a step back. "Listen, I don't know what kind of prank this is... did Benny put you up to this to scare me?" Taylor suddenly looked scared. The hooded persons circled him, shutting him in. When he tried to walk through them he was knocked back into the circle. "You have no choice but what to listen to what we're telling you. You are Taylor Reese, but that is not your true name. He knows your true name and knows that you are prophesied to be with Him." Taylor shook his head. "No, I don't believe you. It's just too crazy." "TAREEL!" The old man shouted and Taylor instantly feel his soul respond. "NO!" Taylor yelled. "TAREEL!" He yelled, this time even louder. Taylor felt his blood boil and had no idea what happened when he suddenly yelled. "WHAAAT!" He saw everyone take a step back and therefor breaking the circle. "No, do not let him escape!" The old man yelled but Taylor was already out the door. On the street, 10 minutes later, Taylor looked up at the building where his apartment was. "Jesus... I'm so tired..." He mumbled as he stumbled up the stairs. As soon as he got inside he quickly peeled off his clothes and got in the bed. Shaking his head a bit, he quickly fell asleep. "Tareel..." Someone whispered. His eyes snapped open and sat up. "Who's there?" He said, his voice seemed different to himself. A shadow stepped out of shadows and into light, becoming a being. His hair was long and dark. With a blood-red cloak he glided across the floor until he was in front of Taylor's bed. "Tareel..." He whispered again before the cloak slid down his arms on the floor, leaving him naked before Taylor. With calm Taylor's never seen before he crawled onto the bed, standing on his knees on the plush mattress. His arms was wide open as Taylor got on his knees, the blanket covering his body, gliding off. Without any doubt Taylor pressed his own body against the intruder who wrapped his arms around the bulk frame. "Tareel... finally you are here..." Taylor lifted his head from the shoulder where he was resting his head and looked at the man before him. "Armand..." Chapter 4: Taylor woke up, sweat covering his body, shaking as the memories of the dreams swept over him. "No.. no..." He mumbled as he sat up, hiding his face in his hands. Slowly he looked around the room. It was pitch black and nothing stirred in the darkness. "What kind of twisted dream was that?" He mumbled and looked down at the bulge between his legs. He plopped back in bed and closed his eyes. Hands covering his body, caressing pinching, then were was licking and kissing. He opened his eyes and there was nothing. Except a real hard on. "I wont give in..." He mumbled before relaxing and closing his eyes. Lips closing around the head of his cock, licking him, sucking him slowly. "Shit..." He brought his hand down, burying his hand in the long soft hair. "Come to me..." A voice whispered next to him. He shook his head frantic as the sucking increased. "Release into me..." Taylor was breathless. He moaned like never before, groaned as teeth slid up his shaft and then a tongue softening it. Taylor opened his eyes and jumped out of bed. "NO!" He screamed and stood against the wall. The room was empty... the window was open, making the curtains slowly blow in the breeze. "No one's here Tay... you're just imagining things. Maybe I'm loosing my mind..." He thought. He walked into the living-room and sat in the couch in front of the television. It didn't turn on. He tried to turn on the light... nothing happened. "SHOW YOURSELF!" He yelled, suddenly angry. "Not until you show yourself, Tareel..." The voice replied. "Stop calling me that, my name is..." "Tareel Osrey, and I think you know..." the voice cut him off. Taylor was furious now... "Get out of my life!" He yelled and threw a vase on the wall. "Just imagine it.... a life without troubles... revenge for those you lost..." Taylor instantly saw Matty's fate. "Yes, him you can avenge... All you have to do..." Arms wrapped around his waist from behind, a warm breath caressing his ear. "All you have to do... is say yes." Taylor slowly turned around and faced the being in front of him. His face was calm, white, his eyes were as pools of darkness. Taylor reached up and caressed his chin, his thumb brushing against the soft lips. He opened his mouth to speak... "No..." Suddenly the door flung open and the small hooded men tumbled in. "BE GONE!" The old man said while waving a small box in his hand and a small spear in the other. When Taylor turned around again, he was gone. "No..." "Did he bite you?" The old monk asked and ran up to Taylor. He shook his head. "But I would have loved him to..." He whispered. "No you wouldn't, trust me..." The old man said and gave him a blanket to cover himself. "Yes... I would." He let the blanket drop in front of him. "Armand..." He slowly whispered and closed his eyes. He ran his hand down his body and moaned his name again, leaning his head back, exposing his neck and throat. The monks were all over him. "STOP IT!..." "What do you think you're doing?" One of them gave him a scarf to wear. "You think the only place he can claim me is my neck?" Taylor chuckled. He brushed them off like ants and pulled off the scarf. "Of course, I'd prefer it here... or maybe as close to the heart as possible." "Tareel..." The whisper was suddenly right next to him. "Say it..." A hand on his hip, stroking his stomach as it made it's way up to the chest. Taylor moaned as his head was yanked back, resting on a shoulder, the soft hair caressing his scalp. "Yes..." Chapter 5: The monks watched with horror as Armand sank his teeth deep into Taylor's neck. The look on Taylor's face was priceless. A mix of pain and pleasure washed over him as Armand drank his blood, while stroking his cock. Taylor screamed as he came and collapsed on the floor, blood drawn from him. Armand got on his knees, hissing at the monks in front of him. He leaned down, cut his skin and put his wrist to Taylor's mouth. At first Taylor's face flinched in disgust but it turned into the face of a small child being fed for the first time in a very long time. Armand stroked his scalp and watched the monks intensely. "I told you you could not keep us apart forever." he whispered, not wanting to disturb his precious when eating. He pulled back his hand as Taylor's body began shaking. With comforting words he held him close as he turned. The monks hurried out the apartment as Taylor died and woke back up. Armand smiled and pulled the both up. "Tareel... welcome back, master..." With eyes sensitive to light, Tareel blinked a few times caused by the flickering of a candle. With a voice as smooth as silk he leaned in to Armand and kissed his forehead. "What took you so long?" Armand chuckled. "They kept moving you... Making things happen, causing you to move again and again, for centuries." Tareel nodded. "I know..." Armand's eyes roamed down Tareel's body, biting his lower lip. "Like what you see?" he asked and lifted Armand's head with his index- finger. "You have chosen a strong body this time... no doubt about that." He replied, leaning in to kiss Tareels lips. "I'm hungry..." Tareel moaned just before Armand claimed his mouth. Their tongue entwined, their kiss so needing it bruised their lips. Tareel peeled off Armands cloak and pressed his against the cold body. "Home sweet home..." He moaned as he lowered them onto the floor. Before dawn arrived the place suddenly swarmed with servants, carrying their coffins inside his bedroom. They woke up the sleeping couple who tired walked in. "Where's our coffin?" Armand yelled as he looked at two single coffins. A servant walked up to him. "It's has not arrived yet, master." Tareel walked up to Armand. "We will survive for one day... if the coffin is not here by nightfall, I will have your head on a silver-plate with a glass of blood, understood?" The servant nodded. "Yes Master. Armand looked sad as they placed themselves in each their coffin, but quickly closed the lid as sunlight hit the room. The servants hurried to the curtains, making the room dark. Chapter 6: Tareel woke up by a growling stomach. "Is it dark?" He said. "It is, master." He opened the coffin and looked to his right. Armands coffin was still closed. "Leave us..." He ordered them and they quickly disappeared into the living room, closing the door behind them. Tareel looked around and saw a big coffin for 2 persons. "Excellent." He mumbled before slowly opening Armands coffin. He was sleeping, with a smile on his face. Tareel leaned down and kissed his cold skin. Goose-bumps spread across his skin. "Good morning my love..." Armand said and opened his eyes. "Good morning." Tareel replied and kissed the soft lips. Without warning he lifted Armand into his arms and threw him onto the bed. He crawled on top of him and kissed his forehead. "I thought you were hungry..." Armand chuckled as he felt Tareels hand close around his cock. "Make love to me... like you did before we became this..." Tareel whispered and looked into Armands eyes which for a second became light brown. "Say the words..." Tareel whispered against Armands neck. "Yes..." Tareel became Taylor as their lips met as for the first time. Armands long hair became short and curly as his hands roamed over Taylor's back. "Miguel... take me there..." Taylor moaned and shifted so that Miguel was on top. Miguel nodded and ground his hips on Taylor's, "Oh God..." Taylor moaned, spreading his legs, placing Miguel between them. "I need you so bad..." Miguel whispered. He spat on his index-finger before applying pressure to the small puckered hole between Taylors ass-cheeks. "Miguel!" He yelled as it slid inside him. "More!" He said greedy and moved his hips in sync with Miguel's finger. He removed his finger but replaced it with two. Taylor's body jerked as he came hard on their stomachs. "Jesus Tay, are you alright?" Miguel chuckled as he licked off the liquid on Taylors stomach. He just nodded, breathing raggedly as Miguel inserted another finger. Almost angrily, he buried his fingers in Miguel's hair and pulled him up to face him. "Do it, please." He begged and kissed him hard. Miguel sat on his knees, Taylor's legs resting on his shoulder. He leaned forward, his head nudging against the hole. "Mi amor..." Miguel whispered as he buried himself to the balls. Taylor reached back and grabbed the headboard as Miguel began moving in and out of him. "It wont last long..." Miguel moaned and chuckled. "In... shit... case you don't... remember.... I came... Oh God... even before you.... touched me." Taylor moaned and laughed at the same time. Miguel's movements quickened as he felt his balls tightening. The skin slapping against skin sent Taylor into bliss, the sweet sound of Miguel's moans, the scent of love... the scent of sex. Taylor's eyes snapped open as Miguel's cock jerked inside him, filling his walls with himself. Taylor jerked his hips, sending them closer to each other and him across the edge. He came again as Miguel stroked him gently. Miguel withdrew and gently lifted Taylor's legs down on the bed. He plopped himself next to him, resting his head on his chest. "I love you..." Taylor whispered. "Te amo tambien..." Miguel responded, half asleep. Taylor opened his eyes, tears running down his face. The dream of He had been chasing him forever, but never had it been as real as now. The memories of a past life washed over him. When he was whole and loved before, he was now cold and alone. "Miguel..." He wept as he turned on his side, falling asleep. |
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