Written by: MJDom
Editing & Creative Input by: Favored
Foreword:
This story is the adventure of Carl, a young Alaskan, who has a run in with an ancient spirit. This spirit had been roaming the earth since its conception and had since become bored. She has decided to start entertaining herself by toying with mortals. In doing so, over the eons, she has created several myths and legends surrounding herself, the world over. In the time of this story she was working on a new project, that lead into a whole new one causing an adventure to unfold for her and the young man named Carl.
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Part One - Not So Lonely Nights
It was a cold winter night; the Alaskan sky was lit up with stars from horizon to horizon. A small cottage standing alone amongst thousands of acres of wilderness glowed with light and the promise of warmth. Inside the cottage a young man, probably in his late teens, was busy throwing fuel on a fire that crackled in the middle of the room. He was alone and his body was filled with fear resonating to his very core.
He had gotten lost while he was out with a hunting party from the town he grew up in. In the corner of the room was his hunting rifle; attached to the top was an old scope. The stock was worn and it had tape around it to keep a split from spreading. The boy's clothes were also old and worn as they were the hand-me-downs from a previous generation. His outfit was made up of leather, harvested from the Alaskan wild and plain white cotton.
The young man grabbed another old book from the book shelf behind him and through it into the fire. There was a dreadful weight on his shoulders and a sorrow gathering in the pit of his stomach as he stood with his hands over the fire.
In the distance he could hear a pack of wolves howling at the full moon. He looked over to the rifle in the corner of the room then let out a sigh - with the cold creeping in the wolves were the least of his problems.
He had heard stories of a strange woman dressed in black attacking groups of travellers then pulling one off into the darkness. For now he was more scarred of the wolf pack that seemed to be close by.
"Come on Carl... you have to be strong now. You aren't a boy anymore!" he announced his thoughts out loud in a manner that only someone who thought they were truly alone could.
Off in the distance, well out of his sight were the prying eyes of a stranger. They were the eyes of a woman. She smiled with evil anticipation showing a row of teeth that were crowned by fangs a wolf would be proud to bear.
She paused, watching the young man as he walked to his rifle and picked it up. He peeked out the window with the rifle in hand forcing her to step in behind a tree to remain undetected.
Once he had returned to tending his fire and ruining her cottage floor she paused, thinking of a new approach. One that was out of the ordinary. Recently she had tricked locals into her murderous traps too easily - it was time for a challenge. She thought for a while on how to approach the situation and once she had made up her mind she reacted as though she felt a surge of pain rushing through her body. She collapsed to her knees holding her ribs with both arms. The snow around her began melting as her appearance started to change. The black dress she wore started to disintegrate and with a fresh breeze the shreds danced away on the wind.
Once her transformation was complete she was lying naked in a pool of steaming water.
She stood up and used the pool as a mirror. She observed that she had tiny lacerations and scars littering her body with dull blue bruises intermixed. She looked thinner, she thought, though her breasts and buttocks remained ample. She had a perfect hourglass figure now. Her hair was the pitch black she admired so and her eyes were a now a warm hazel.
She looked for flaws in her transformation but noticed none, much to her satisfaction. She closed her eyes for a second or two gathering her thoughts.
"Ah, yes!" she walked over to a dead shrub and pulled some of the twigs free. She then proceeded to rub these into her hair so that she looked even more bedraggled and set off confidently in the direction of the cottage. Once she had reached the tiny porch, she summoned a breeze carrying tiny pieces of cloth that stitched itself around her stellar frame. She watched as cargo pants formed around her that were torn on one leg, from the knee down. The other leg was ripped even shorter exposing most of her thigh. Her shirt was also well torn, with the rips and holes marring most of the material. Then, as an after-thought, the remaining material formed a threadbare raincoat.
Once she was satisfied she allowed the wind and the snow to affect her flesh almost instantly, turning her blue and causing her teeth to chatter. She then crept up to the door ready for her game to begin. She deliberately took a hard step forward, sending a loud thud into the cottage, and waited for a response.
She could hear the young mortal scrabbling backwards into a corner, and the distinct sounds of a round being chambered in a rifle. She took a few more steps forward and then slowly opened the door. Carl pulled the trigger on his rifle and sent a bullet into the doorframe above her.
She fell to the floor holding her hands over her head screaming and crying while Carl
pulled back the bolt of his rifle out of reflex. It took him a second of staring dumbfounded to see what, or rather, who was lying in the doorway. He dropped his gun on the floor and crawled towards her.
"Please! Please, please don't hurt me!" she was holding both her hands above her to block a potential attack.
"I... I'm so sorry!" he was as shocked as he was sincere. He took a few steps back and lowered himself onto his knees while holding his hands out to her motioning that he wasn't going to hurt her. Her hair was in chaos, hanging like curtains over her face. She peaked through them and he could see the torment in her eyes. They both fell silent. He looked into her hazel eyes and felt himself falling into a trance. It was only a moment before he snapped out of it.
"Are you alright?" he crawled a bit closer as slowly as he could. She shied away from him so he closed the distance even more. She turned her head away from him this time smiling as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Look, I'm lost and scared and I really don't want to hurt you... please just tell me if you're okay so that I can help you if I can," for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity she felt something more than hatred towards a mortal. It was strange; usually men would fall for her eyes. It was her magic that exposed the weakness in men. She didn't find it here but she was adamant that if she tried he would reveal his inferior and unruly human nature to her.
Her smile faded and she looked back at him with the eyes of innocence itself. Then, without warning, she threw her arms around him, pulling him down into a hug. She was crying and Carl found himself
bewildered. He didn't know how to react so he just moved his body closer and put his arms around her to try and comfort her.
"You'll be okay now..." his words were muffled by her hair.
He was surprised, despite the way she looked and the state of her clothes she had a sweet scent radiating from her skin and hair. He realised that she still wasn't speaking and that worried him. He ended the hug and pulled her to her feet. Once they were both standing he placed a hand on her shoulder and then took a step back so he could look at her from head to toe, making sure there weren't any wounds.
She smiled with false sincerity and said "I'm okay". Her voice had a husky nuance and to Carl she looked like she was in her early twenties. She had fine features with a fine nose that curved upwards ever so slightly. This wasn't the only curve he noticed as his eyes wondered down the length of her body.
The bridge of material between her breasts was visibly strained and even at a quick glance he noticed that they weren't being held up by a bra. From here her body curved inwards, showing off a well-toned stomach where the material had torn.
"Uhm... okay... t-that's good" he swallowed noticeably intimidated now that he had seen more of her. He walked away from her motioning to a spot opposite where he was going to sit by the fire. She walked over slowly then before sitting asked "Is there something I can hang this coat on to dry? It's soaking wet?"
She trusted him to find something as she undid the zip. She pretended to struggle so that he could come to her rescue, and he did. He moved in behind her and helped her free of the coat. After which he went over to the window, cracking it open ever so slightly and then pinning the top of the coat on the corner of the window frame before shutting it again, pinning the coat between the window and the frame.
When he looked back to the fire he saw her clothes in tatters revealing the curve of her ass through the gaps. Something inside him started to stir, like a great beast waking from a winter of sleep. He tried to push past his awkward ways to make her feel more comfortable while controlling the thoughts, which threatened to run rampant, in the back of his mind.
"So, I'm Carl, what's your name?" He started.
"Danielle..." She had hesitated before answering but he didn't seem to notice.
"How'd you end up out here in the wilderness? By the state of your clothes I'd say you've been out here a while..." he casually poked the fire with a twig.
"I... I'm not sure. I've been walking around for days... maybe weeks? I can't remember anything really..." she looked confused for a second before continuing.
"All I know is that I was woken up in the woods by pain coming from everywhere and then I started walking... until I got scared and started running... I'm not even sure how I got here..."
"Wow... that's harsh... at least I know how I got here..." then it went awkwardly silent.
"Well who knows? Maybe you're an angel that's fallen from heaven to keep me company until we can get out of here!" he laughed at his own joke and saw that she was also blissfully amused.
"Oh come on, I bet you've heard that one before?" he said still laughing.
"Actually no, no I haven't... but it was sweet... thank you!" she was smiling with true sincerity this time.
"Yea - what am I thinking? You can't remember right?" he slammed his palm into his forehead, a habit he had when saying silly things.
"Right," the tone of voice was the tone that someone would use when answering a question and trying to read at the same time.
"We'd better get some sleep... and then we can travel in the morning to see if we can get you into town, find out who you are, maybe even have the doc take a look at you..." he looked around for a place he could sleep and crawled over into the same corner he'd hid in when he heard her outside. He had a back pack with him and decided that he'd use it as a pillow, and then he rolled into a small ball to conserve his body heat and tried to sleep keeping an ear open in case she had any comments or questions.
"Can I put the fire out, I don't want to wake up surrounded by fire?" he looked over to her and saw that she was kneeling holding her hands over the fire.
"Well it'll get quite cold then... and it's not like we have any blankets to cover ourselves with..." he
