Love, So Sinister - II......

“Can’t you stay back for a while?”……was that a sound made in his imagination? That was the least expected word that Stephen heard, but indeed that was the most desired. His heart was pounding countless times and he could sense it. Perhaps Elena also sensed it. She rose from her bed, a smile on her face…with her utmost desire inscribed on that smile. She came near his ears and whispered “can’t you stay back for a little time. I’m too alone”, the hard soul craving for intense love was getting an indication from that voice…it kept ringing in his ears for quite some time. He became oblivious of his existence, his name, his valor and stood there unmoved, stagnated by the voice…it was soft, romantic, beguiling….he was ready to give in to the mantrap.

She took his arm and pulled him to the cozy bed, shoving his body to lie on it. Stephen was speechless…he lay unresponsive...his heart muddled by Elena’s action, the feeling of the battlefield was evaded by the soft part of his, which was craving for love hitherto…a speck of emotion, care, sensation was what he was asking for…swords, horses, war and battlefield has kept him devoid of this pleasure. And soon he found himself unbuttoned and his bare chest being kissed by her juicy lips…a flicker of light was lit up in his entrails. It rocketed inside and reached the farthest veins of his body. He tried to held her and shove her away. Her back was bare and he was touching it, seamed with a film of moisture…the heat of the body was setting him ablaze…and only he could do is to caress her bare back, try to fetter her too…but he was lacking strength…love had already weakened him. Elena was tossing with his emotions… she was reaching his face slowly and softly…Stephen’s mind was already out of control, his eyes half closed, the heart was pounding like the fleeting sound of his horse, there was no valiance in it, just marking him surrender….

He felt a sharp piercing effect on his neck, an effect of something getting injected…vaguely he could discern the reason before he opened his eyes and got shocked to see Elena’s face. It was her canines; the effect was that of her bite, while blood sluiced from the edge of her lips. Again he tried his best to move her away, but the venom in that teeth was spreading too fast…the shackle of invulnerability was already broken by the romance, and now the venom almost paralyzed him…the sinister utterances made by the uncanny façade was not interpretable…not especially at this moment…the venom had strewn over the entire body, setting a hurricane of pain inside him, immobilizing him. He tried his level best to make his hands move, but they refused to move even by an inch. A deluge of imageries flashed in his mind in a jiff , imageries of two days back, his gallantry, moment of anguish, war, blood, pitiless ventures, an ever dauntless man darting with crimson stained sword, piercing people with exuberance of rage and fury…there were imageries of enthronizations, applauses, celebrations…his stallion, his army, the king. Every one was waiting for his arrival….tears sluiced from the edge of his eyes, as more blood was getting drained of his neck by those canines. He was left depraved; his thirst for love brought him down to this pitiable and wretched condition, which left him with nothing but contrite, a burden of despair…the flash of memory was getting snuffed out…he could feel his imageries getting blurred…he was loosing his power to judge sense and belief. Only a dark sinister laughter was what he could hear before his eyes got closed forever………………..