Hope: Michel

Michel walked out of his home in the small village that he had been raised in to look over the streets. He had always liked to get up before everyone else and see the small cobblestone roads before they were covered with people and get to work early. The shadows cast down from the sun made the village look beautiful and scary. The locals would be leaving their homes in a few moments and he would be off to work.

He made his way down the long street and walked past the local tavern. It was there that he came across a bloody scene. A local farmer held his wife in his arms, apparently attacked by the local muggers that had been plugging the town. He had a stream of tears running down his face as he carried his wife back to his home.

“Is she?” Michel asked.

The man ignored him and walked to his home outside of town.

Throughout the day, Michel began to hear rumors of what had really happened. They ranged from the man killing his own wife to the woman being killed by a local prostitute.

Michel paid the rumors no attention and continued his work as the local blacksmith. He kept his brown hair tied behind him, while he pounded out horse shoes and made various things for the locals. His skinned was tanned from the sun and his body was shaped by the hard work.

As he finished up his work, he thought about the woman who had been killed and remembered seeing her weeks before. She had caught his eye across the market where he was selling his hand made crafts to local merchants. She had been beautiful and kind, although she made clear that she was spoken for by showing her wedding band.

Michel finished his work and got ready to return home. It was about to get dark soon and he had to get back to clean himself before he ate dinner. He began to walk home and heard the first rumblings of thunder. A storm was being talked about for most of the day, but like the rumors, he didn’t like to listen to gossip. Even Michel had to admit that gossip was sometimes truth, as in the storm that was about to roll him.

At his small home, Michel washed himself in a bowl of water and dried himself off. He put on some fresh clothes and sat on his bed, thinking about the woman who had been killed. He couldn’t get her off of his mind.

He stood from his bed and went to see the woman to pay his respects. He had known of her husbands sorrow and felt that it might be helpful if he brought the man company. Michel stood and walked out of his home and up to the small cottage that he had seen just outside of the main village. As he walked closer to the front door, he heard one loud scream before he heard nothing.

Michel walked into the cottage and came upon a ghastly scene. The stench of death and flesh rolled from out of the house as he stepped inside. The walls were coated with bloody hand prints and bits of flesh were all over. He looked around to ensure his own safety before walking over to the husband’s body. As he looked over the man, he realized that his arms were missing. Only then did he notice that one of them was burning in the fireplace.

He began to walk backwards before he smacked into the woman that he had met in the market place and seen dead that morning. She had tears running down her face and blood all over her hands.

“Hope?” Michel asked. “It is a miracle! Don’t be afraid. I’ll help check to see if they are still here.” He walked up to her and saw fear in her eyes. He began to wonder if she had died at all. Then he realized that she must have seen the whole murder happen.

“I don’t know what happened,” Hope said. She could barley get the words out as she hugged him. “Does anyone know you are here?”

Michel thought about it for a moment, and then said, “No.”

“What is your name?”

“Michel,” He replied. He embraced her in his arms as she cried. He looked around and began to think about what was happening. The woman he thought was dead was now standing in front of him and her family was dead. It was then that he realized that he was holding a monster.

Hope dug her teeth into Michel’s throat. Blood began to gush into her mouth and Michel stood there in shock and feeling a sudden rush throughout his body. He tried to push her away, but nothing helped. Finally, she let go of him and just stood, almost as though she was not there. Michel pulled his fist back, about to punch her when he felt a firm blow to the back of his head and everything went dark.

The taste of copper filled Michel’s mouth and then he passed out completely.

Michel awoke inside a small room outside of his hometown. He was surrounded in painted walls and beautiful things. Paints were hung on the walls and the floors were covered in plush carpets. Even the bed he was laying on was draped in the best of linins.

“Good evening,” Hope said, sitting next to him.

“Hope?” Michel said. He looked at her and he felt a rush go through his body. He thought it was anger, but he didn’t want to hurt her; he lusted for her.

“I’m sorry, Michel,” Hope said.

“I have to have you,” Michel said. He pushed against shoulders and kissed her passionately, pinning her against a wall. Her lips were full and felt good against Michel’s roughness.

“I need you,” Hope said.

He ripped the front of her dress to expose her supple breasts. He looked deep into her eyes and ran a hand down the front of her chest. His hand slid between her breast and down her stomach until he ran through her patch of hair and ran and finger inside of her. He felt she was wet and pulled his fingers out while pulling his pants off.

Hope took him into her embrace and kissed him, hard. She pushed him onto the bed that was beside her. She sat on top of him, with the feel of his hardness against her. She ran her tongue down his collar bone and traveled down his muscles and kissed his navel. Finally, positioned herself over Michel and slowly guided him inside of her.

Michel rolled on top of her and kissed her and he thrust himself inside of her. He could feel the waves of pleasure ride through his body and into hers. He kissed her firm nipples and began to lick her neck. He moved his head to the other side and bit down into her neck, releasing a small amount of blood into his throat. Just as he felt the wound close, Hope bit down into his neck. As the blood left his body, he felt her begin to tighten around his erection and he came. He continued to thrust as she fell into orgasm against him.

When Michel finally felt the feeling end, he kissed her and rolled off of her naked body. He looked at her ivory skin and golden blonde hair. He pulled his pants over from across the room and got dressed. As he pulled his shirt over himself, he noticed that Hope was laying on the bed looking down at her wedding band and began to cry.

Michel held Hope in his arms and she let go of her feelings of guilt and cried. The two just stayed in each others embrace. It was only a few moments later that Michel realized that he was crying, too. The two both had left ones they loved behind. And it might have hurt like hell, but they had each other now.