A Ghost's Crush... In Windsor Castle, England
It was getting late. Max knew that he had been walking on this path for long. He checked his watch... 11:45pm. 'Ha haa', he chuckled in a sigh at himself. He closed his eyes, went back in time, 3 hours ago 8:30pm... he had finally stabbed his short samurai sword in that demon's neck with his right hand, while he had pushed him firmly against the railing of the tower with his left hand. The beast had screamed, 'You insolent fool! You are ONE AMONG US... WE are SAME....... DEMONS!!! Why are you killing me then? Release me! Spare me!
And I promise that I will serve you forever! I promise!'
Upon which Max had replied with I calm smile, 'You dared to touch that human girl... even if I had warned you not to! Yet you dared. I hate promises that aren't fulfilled!
Die... in peace, my fellow demon!' The next moment he had slashed his sword out of that demon's neck to the right with a final sinister smile.
Max returned to his current surroundings. He was smiling now too 'cuz he had liked that look of total fear in that demons eyes. He opened his eyes, & looked ahead. Smiled a bit again & started walking towards the castle. He muttered under his breath, 'Hmmm... Windsor Castle if I am not wrong.' He had been living in England since he was 18, when he had come to continue his studies at higher level on the base of his scholarship. Though he perceived technical subjects, he had always loved history.
He had finally reached at the foot of the castle's walk after taking the long detour from the castle's Long Walk, to avoid the guards. He looked up at the high wall, & jumped straight up to its top, landing silently like a cat beside its ledge. He looked down at the beautiful scenery below, & turned immediately with a small stifled cry of pain from his wounds. He started walking with his eyes barely open. He needed a room, where no one could find him, where he could heal his wounds. He was walking to the left, he couldn't see where he was walking, but he was finally able to find a room with a huge fluffy bed. One of the lord's chambers it might be. He shut the door slowly, & slumped down on the floor against the door letting out a slow sigh of pain.
In an instant he heard a small shrill laugh, which made the hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight. He looked around, but couldn't see anyone with his sword's hilt gripped tightly in his right hand. Yet he couldn't see anyone. He kept his sword back down, & kept thinking, "it isn't a demon... I can smell a demon from miles. It's something close to me here.'
Again he heard a small laugh. This time he remained calm. He kept himself busy with bandaging his right thigh. In a small voice he said, 'Come out from behind that dresser my friend.' The small laughing stopped. He could sense someone drifting out of the dresser. He looked up & smiled warmly, 'Wow! You look cute!'
In front of him stood a woman wearing tattered dress, with a grotesque rotten face. She screeched in a low voice at him, 'How dare you insult me like that? You will pay for this! I will start with drinking your blood now!'
'Ha ha', he smiled warmly; 'Come on dear... don't fool me with that Halloween mask & since when did ghosts started drinking blood? Trust me... you really have a pretty face! Ummm... as far as i can see...', he could see a look of surprise in her eyes & he knew why; he continued in a small pause,'...you have a small white nose... blue eyes... long blonde hairs with curls at the end... ummm... pinkish lips... dark eyelashes... &... a small black spot near your right eye to finish your beauty!' He kept looking straight eyes. 'If I am not wrong, you must be the daughter of ummm a lord who used to live here or something, am I right?'
'Y..yes!', she kept looking at him. 'No one before... said those things to me. W..who are you? How could you see behind my... veil, i mean, mask? Your eyes glowed yellow when you said that! You are not a normal human.'
'Ya... i am half human... half demon!', he smiled warm, getting back to rubbing the wound off his chest. 'My mum was a demon... but she fell in love with my paa... owwww!' A small cry of pain escaped his lips.
She glided near to him, looking at his wounds. 'What happened to you Mister? Those look... serious wounds.'
On that he chuckled, ' Ha ha... nothing serious my lady. I just had to kill a few demons nearby. Let's say about, ummm, 56 or more.' He looked up at her, & couldn't help blushing with a gasp.
Now that she had removed her mask, he could see the face of a girl, not a woman, in her late twenties. She had a radiant aura around her; her skin was very pale but mystifyingly beautiful. She had plump breasts which were hiding behind her thin white sleeping gown. He could see concern in her eyes as they were fixed to his wound on his chest.
'Here, let me help. You can't do that on your own.' She touched his chest & was shocked, 'I.. I can touch you... even if i am a ghost.' She stared at him. 'Maybe it's 'cuz... you are have half demon blood.'
Max had closed his eyes when her hand touched him. It was a bit cold, yet he could feel warm with her. She kept brushing the blood with the cotton he was using to wipe his blood. "hmmmm... good chest" she thought. She haven't been able to touch a males body for a long time... or to be honest, for her whole life, both alive & as dead.
'H..how old are you Mister?', she asked. To which he replied, 'Ummm 20. Why?'
