I am watching you my love, can you sense me near? Waiting for you? I know your soul can for it has been mine from the beginning of mankind but your mind is as yet unaware, uncomprehending until tonight, when I will take you in my slender arms again and make love to you as I have done through the lonely centuries. Always I follow you, searching for you, yearning and each time I find you, I must lose you again through the curse of the Old Gods who I angered because I loved you. Ours is a deep but forbidden love my beautiful man and I, an Immortal from the Ancient Lands am doomed to love you through eternity and dream of a day when perhaps we will be together, our spirits entwined forever and our bodies naked and on fire with our passion.
I can see you now in the busy street below, as ever when I come to you it is dark and I see that a streetlight pours amber light onto the contours of your handsome face many stories beneath me. And so I have assumed the guise of Raven this time to find you, perched on a narrow ledge, I exhale a soft breath, a whisper, a suggestion to caress your heart and bind you to me,watching as you stand transfixed as a sudden breeze rustles through the leaves of a tree beside you.
"It is me, I am come." the leaves whisper to you
And the whisper of your heart back to me beats a rhythm through the cold winter air all around. I tell you the story again and again when the time comes to enable your human mind to open and understand that you are mine as I am yours and not even mortal death shall I ever allow to separate us.
In the beginning when the old ones ruled the world, I was created, as were many others and I dwelt as a fey forest creature, in the moonlight, a beautiful woman,though under the sun's strong rays, a spirit which returned to the mountains and lakes around me. There was such beauty in those times, and now I make you remember for it was in those times that I found you, wounded by mortals of another clan, bleeding and alone.
At first I was afraid for I had never encountered any of your kind, so I hid in the shadows and watched you, fearing your strength but drawn to your spirit which rallied and was indomitable in the face of your suffering. With the murk and gloom of the forest all around I came to you, cautiously at first as would a wary deer and then I sensed your fear of me too and how strange I must appear to you, a female of another world with hair of black silk and green eyes which sparkled with curiosity under the pale glow of a sickle moon.
There we sat, gazing at each other, feeling the ancient pulse of the land slowing and waning in contrast to the racing of ours. I healed your wounds with my own hands, willing my life blood into yours as we sat still, staring at each other. There was a touching purity to your heart, an inherent kindness which reminded me of my own kind and while my mind said flee, my blood sang otherwise. Leading you to a bed of velvet green moss, I lay naked before you, a vision of ivory perfection, skin luminous and beguiling in the dark. I smiled at the longing in your face and spread my thighs, welcoming you into me and then crying with the sheer beauty of our lovemaking.
You cried too that night my love for you knew, even in your mortal mind, that nothing would be the same again in both our worlds. Each night you came to me and we lay together, high up on my mountain plateau, nestled safely between lake and forest, mesmerized by each other and deeply, frighteningly in love. And then you came no more! The beginning of the curse which I myself instigated through my own pain and grief!
I looked for you, leaving the safety of my woodland sanctuary, and I found you, only your lovely hazel eyes were blank and unseeing and your once strong body was lifeless and bloodied, cut down mercilessly by the other clan as you tried in vain to defend your own people against them.
That night I journeyed to the edge of a great cliff, my heart was so full of love but my soul was black and screaming. And I let it scream. I let it howl over the silvery ocean, boiling up the water with my fury and causing the waves to unite and bend to my will. The clouds grew black and the thunder roared in unison with the waves and focused my wrath on the very ones who had destroyed you, and thus, I in turn destroyed them.
I had enraged the Gods who had not made me to be vengeful and so the curse was decreed. Your spirit will always return but I can only ever have one night with you and that one night will signify your end again my dearest love. My face is awash with tears as I remember and my own curse is that I cannot leave you or forget you for you are the other half of my soul and without that half I am nothing and nor are you.
An age of ice prevailed over the land, new gods came, and many more men. The Old Ones lay dormant, retreating back to the earth and sea but only I remained. I became a shape shifter, roaming this strange new world as a wolf, learning more about these mortals and understanding more each century that you are as unique as they are fickle and weak.
When the ice had thawed and more time passed I found your spirit again and made the world still and calm at night. I watched as you grew to manhood and wore strange armour on your body. At night when you slept, I was the cat who curled against you, the wild stray who you found in the woods and thought to tame.
Waiting........ biding my time.
One night when you were in the prime of your maturity, I could resist no longer. Jealous and made despondent by the mortal women who flocked around you like whores, I beckoned to you and you heard. You heard me whisper to you from the depths of my wraithlike being, my lust, my desire, my hurt, but ultimately my love, drawing you back to me and possessing you with a ferocity I had not felt in thousands of years.
And so you came, frightened and tentative at first as you were before but then seeing me as I really am, my eyes, wild and green, my breasts high, firm and pink tipped, my waist as slim as a reed and my very sex, swollen with longing and desire for you.
