The old man sat on the rocky promontory looking out over the bay, and beyond into the Atlantic. Over the horizon, thousands of leagues away was the New World. And it was new, discovered only a few hundred years ago. In universal terms a few centuries is the blink of an eye.
The old man’s rod supported a fishing line that fell away twenty-five metres to the crashing waves below. It was late summer and the ocean was being uncommonly kind to the Iberian coast. In a few months the waves would pound the cliffs so hard that sitting here you would feel the salt spray on your face and taste the ocean.
This was his place, it had been so for, well as long as he could remember. Not for him the precipitous climb down the sheer cliffs a few hundred metres south. It was not very dignified to be using a knotted rope to reach a fishing roost at his age.
“Bom dia, pai” came a bright voice from over his shoulder. Why did she keep calling him that. She wasn’t his daughter. He admonished himself, “You should take it as a compliment, you’re the nearest thing she’s got to family, since … the …”.
“Mãe says you should eat”, said the voice as it’s owner settled next to him.
Her presence drew his gaze from the water. She was kneeling next to him, unpacking her rucksack, laying out her cargo of food and drink. Chicken, bread, piri-piri, a half empty bottle of his own red wine.
He caught himself smiling at her, tried to stop and realised he couldn’t. You’re getting old Chave, he told himself, “It isn’t her fault she is what she is, and while she can’t remember … well let’s keep it that way.
She’d be leaving soon, back to her homeland, if she had such a thing. The land that she was born in at least, it was what her mother would have wanted.
Damn her mother, he thought. Needlessly, because the girl’s mother had been damned a long time ago.
~~~
It took centuries for the grief in John to subside. His heart was shattered by the loss of Elizabeth. Now he knew his three gifts were actually curses.
Immortality, the gift of seeing all around you be born, grow and die in the wink of an immortal’s eye. Watching those you love perish, without the power to stop it.
Prescience, the future laid out before you, glorious in its scale, hideous in its complexity. Only the next few seconds of the universe’s future clear to you. Looking further ahead the choices we all make splitting one clear future into a billion possible futures. It made his mind ache just thinking about the unfathomable complexity of it. He had long ago given up trying to use this “gift”, it had almost sent him insane.
Then the third, and perhaps cruellest gift of all. He could make anyone love him. Really love him. If he saw someone he truly desired they would love him in return. Love him totally, until they died. It sent icy daggers into his heart when he allowed it to happen. To know that a human could love him so completely and that it was not him, but the gift. So he tried not to ensnare these easily enchanted creatures and kept desire from his mind, lest he cause another human such anguish as he had caused Elizabeth. And yet with her he was dazed and confused when he had met her and only just taken corporeal form, so maybe that was the one human who had truly loved him?
So here he stood at the end of what the creatures around him called the 20th century. Aeons old, alone, afraid to love and destined to continue like this until the end of time.
~~~
Kate’s schooling was completed in England. Chave knew her mother would have wanted that. Though why he felt compelled to honour that creature’s wishes he could never work out. Well, he’d done his best for Kate. She would be a woman soon and free to go her own way. He just hoped she never remembered what she was.
~~~
If was 31st December 1999. A wave of parties had swept across the world for twelve hours, and now at ten to midnight, the parties in England were getting ready to pop a million Champagne corks.
Kate stood with a glass of wine on the terrace. The party in the ballroom behind her was loud and expectant. A new millennium, what would it bring? The end of the world? The Millenium bug? A golden age for mankind?
As always at times like this, when everyone else seemed collectively festive, she felt alone, an outsider.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and a familiar voice said, ”Are you coming back inside?”. It was Tim. He was sweet, but loved her far more than she loved him. They had been together for six months, the sex was OK, though it always left her wanting more. And he cared about her. She supposed she ought to be grateful for that.
“No, can we go for a walk?”
“But we’ll miss midnight …”
She smiled at him, just a smile, but all the blood in his body suddenly made a rush for his groin. He tingled as his cock stiffened down the leg of his suit trousers.
Kate took his hand and led him into the garden. She lead him quickly to the centre of the small hedge maze. He followed willingly, enjoyed the sight of her dark hair dancing as she ran in front of him. The pale skin of her back exposed from shoulders to waist by the lace-up backed dress she wore.
A stone monument, altar like in form, fashioned from basalt stood in the centre of the maze. Inscriptions on the side commemorated the family who had built the house and garden in the 18th century, but were obscured by ivy now.
“Help me up.” Said Kate. Tom lifted her by the waist and placed her on the edge of the stone “altar”. Her skimpy, mid-thigh black dress rode up slightly to reveal stocking tops and black suspenders. Tom smiled and ached to release his cock from his trousers, it was becoming uncomfortably hard.
Kate shuffled backward and laid her bare shoulder on the cold stone. Tom hoisted himself up and lay next to her.
Tom’s hand immediately reached for her thigh, tracing her stocking from knee to lacy top. He toyed with the suspender, wrapping it round his fingers. Kates slim fingers stoked his erection through his trousers. He could feel his leg already wet with pre-cum. She deftly unfastened his belt and trousers with one hand and delved inside.
She grasped his cock, felt its heat and hardness, wanted to feel it inside her. With a little difficulty she unhooked it from his underwear so it pointed towards her, plum like head shining in the light from the single faux gaslight that illuminated the maze’s centre.
Her hand slowly slid the skin back and forth, almost milking him. She wiped the end with her index finger and brought it to her mouth to taste the pre-cum. “Mmmm”.
Tom’s hands ventured under her dress, stroking her mound through rapidly moistening silk panties. Her clitoris was sensitive to his every movement, he only had to brush against it now to make her draw in sharp breaths only to release them as decadent moans.
As they kissed, her hands clamped behind his head her lithe tongue challenging his. He slipped two fingers into her fiery hot pussy and felt himself soaked in her juices.
She rolled over and presented her ass to him. He rose to his knees, his proud member waving in front to him. He pushed her dress to her waist to expose her satin covered cheeks. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, in his haste, ripping then. “Oooh wow!”, giggled Kate playfully.
His cock nuzzled against her lips and slid in with little hesitation and only the sweat velvety resistance he had come to expect of her pussy.
She moaned and so did he. Pumping furiously, she became wild with excitement as orgasm after orgasm made her shudder. Then begin to thrash about, her moans changed almost to shrieks.
Tom was excited by her behaviour, he had never seen this raging animal before, and he liked it. He growled at her, feeding off her animal passion.
He felt his own orgasm rising quickly from the depths of his soul, more powerful than he’d ever felt before. It rolled out of him like a huge breaker on a shingle beach. Loud, crashing, filled with power, driving to the high water mark. Then with the backwash and the shuddering aftershocks he collapsed across her back. Her shrieks of pleasure still echoing around the garden.
Kate shrugged him off her. He rolled to the edge of the “altar”. She rose and stood astride him. When he opened his eyes to look in to her sweet face his expression turned from post orgasmic bliss to one filled with fear and incomprehension.
Kate stood, her black wings unfurling. Dark soulless eyes staring deep into his mind. Her slim fingers were now tipped with nails that glinted like steel. Her speech menacing and seemingly composed of two voices, the one he knew and another, malevolent, voice which froze his blood. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”
She pounced on his exposed groin. Tom was unable to move as a thick forked tongue whipped out of her mouth and encircled his cock, licking the cum from it. Then she took him in her mouth, almost instantly he was hard again. “This can’t be”, he thought, “I must be dreaming”. Sharp teeth raked the skin of his cock.
He came again with Kate’s talons ripping the flesh from his bones. With his orgasm he gave her the last of his seed and his very soul.
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