The post you are about to read is 100 % **Role Play
All the characters represented here (@Wrath_BDB) with the exception of Jessica and myself are **Role Players from a group on twitter. They have agreed to role play with us to help celebrate not only our Halloween Event, but also to help share our love for the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by author J.R. Ward, as these Role Players are also huge fans of J.R. Ward's works.
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT NO ONE with this site/blog, Jessica’s site/blog nor the role-playing group - which you can find with the list of twitter accounts provided - is in any way, shape or form connected to or affiliated with J.R. Ward. No one present or represented here is J.R. Ward, nor is the role playing intended for any purpose other than the personal enjoyment of the Role Players involved.
Warning: This story contains mature and adult themes.
I’d finally finished my work for the night. I’d cleaned shoes and saddles, cleaned up the stable, laid fresh hay for the horses and saw that they all had plenty of water. It had been two weeks since I found this job in London and I was happy to have found something that kept me from starvation and being beaten on a regular basis.
My life since my parents were murdered had been anything but easy. The sheltered, nurtured life of a would-be-King was a far cry from the hell I found the human world to be. My small size and weakness was a handicap for me, it made me an easy target for the human boys who were looking for fun. But now, well now I had something that at least kept me off the streets and fed.
One night as I was lying on my pallet in the hayloft, there was a low moaning noise coming from downstairs. I found it strange that one of the stable boys decided to take a maid down there since they would usually come up and kick me out of my pallet instead of staying down there. I rolled over, trying to get comfortable on my pallet as the moaning continued to grow more incessant. Laying there listening to the noise, it was unlike anything I’d ever heard. It wasn’t the usual sounds of pleasure, but more intense, like someone was in pain.
Quietly I rolled off my pallet and moved closer to the stairs to see if I could catch a glimpse of whatever was making the noise. With my impaired eyesight I could see little to nothing from my perch, however the moaning had become more clear and persistent so I called out, “Hello?”
The chorus of the summer’s night creatures returned my call, but nothing more. I decided to wait a bit and see if the moaning started again. Finally, just as I was about to give up I heard it again. Directly below me.
“Hello?” I called out again, my voice a bit unstable. Fear settled into me, like an icy blanket. This time I didn’t have to wait for a response.
How does it know my name? Or better yet, what is it? “What do you want?” I called out tentatively, trying to decide if I should stay put or go down and investigate.
“Wraaaaath….sonnnnnn,” it whispered.
That icy blanket I’d felt a moment ago wrapped itself around my lungs and kept me from breathing, screaming or moving. That voice, now that it was closer was one that I’d never forget hearing. The screams, the yelling, the pleas…
Suddenly something wrapped around my wrist and started to pull me forward. It’s strength was beyond anything I could fight in my weakened form.
“No,” I cried as I tried to pull back. Closing my eyes not wanting to see what was there, I felt something will my eyes to open. And right there staring directly back at me was my father, bloodied, his throat slit and one of his arms hanging by a tendon. I tried to pull away, but the iron grip he had on me was too much for me. Tears began to stream down my face as I took in his features.
I fought even harder to get free, when suddenly I felt something slam into my ribs.
“Wake up boy,” said the tall blonde stable boy standing above me. “Go find somewhere else to sleep, I need your pallet,” he said with a quick glance to his right, where a small maid was standing, giggling.
My heart was pounding in my chest. Was that just a dream? Everything felt so real, the coldness, hearing his voice, the fear. I’d had a lot of nightmares in the nights since my parents were murdered, but this one had felt so real that I was completely shaken.
“Did you hear me, boy?” the blonde said again.
Rolling off my pallet and rising to my feet, I realized I was shaken to my core. On unstable legs I made my way to the loft stairs, and listened for his moans. But all that greeted me was the sounds of crickets and frogs, happily singing.
I shook myself and climbed down the stairs, glancing around, just in case.
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