Fairytale - A Blue Lake Falls Novel

Chapter Eight

“You?!” He whispered delicately into the room.

Roman sat staring right into the eyes of the earthly Goddess he had witnessed the night he ran into the forest in all her natural splendour. He had tried and thoroughly failed to block out the now ingrained images of the sumptuous curves of her body and where the path of bath bubbles had ended up. He didn’t know if the Moon Goddess herself was toying with him or giving him a chance at having a nice trip away from his pack and the ever mounting responsibilities but he would grab this moment with both claws and simply relax and enjoy it. Especially now with Mac still dormant, Roman hoped he was able to show perhaps another side to The Beast everyone feared.

"Just lie still. I'll be as gentle as I can". 

Mabel had moved fully into the room and was now next to the creature at what was the head of the bed, medical kit in her hands. Roman did as he was told. With a slight nod to the woman in front of him he reclined back as far as he could go keeping his face pointed down, locking up his body ready. He watched her take out everything she needed from a well-stocked first aid kit and set it up neatly on what was left of her white bedside table. He continued to observe her movements as she went about collecting fresh sheets and some warm water from somewhere past the door. Her kitchen he thought. Once she had everything she needed, she took out the needle and stitching cords to suture his wounds shut. Picking up the smallest needle she had, Roman noticed how she cleaned it thoroughly with medical alcohol before threading it up and putting it aside to first tend to the slightly bleeding open wounds. One by one she cleaned then gently with the water, drying them off afterwards before applying some of the fragrant healing balm to the ones that were still intact. The ointment stung his nose but not in a terrible way, there was just something about it that told him it was homemade and not from a local drug store.

Roman took a painful slow breath in and prepared himself for what may happen now he had started down this path with this angel before him.

"I'm truly sorry for the destruction of your home. I'll repair it and repay you for what has happened" he all but whispered to her. Making sure to keep his voice as light and non-threatening as possible, after all this woman was about to push a needle into his skin, multiple times. He didn't need to anger or scare her off. He needed help if he was to ever have the strength to leave this place and return home north. He also made it a point of pride to never converse with humans however, this woman obviously knew of his kind somehow but she didn’t know he was an evolved super. He knew he had an opportunity to just be himself, to not hide his size or his ability to speak however, he wasn’t sure how Mac would handle this once he returned so he decided to be diligent in his efforts to take things slow. He had broken apart her room with his massive bulk so there was definitely no hiding his size from her. What he found amusing was that she was clearly petrified but continued to help him.

Maybe she knows of our species but, she thinks we all look like this? Roman thought with interest.

"I know you will, and thank you" she replied quietly, keeping her eyes focused on the task at hand. "These lower wounds don't need any stitches but these higher ones do however." lightly touching the ones over his right pectoral and shoulder. Mabel felt her skin turn warm at the contact.

Tremors ran under Roman’s skin wherever she touched, sending a calming warmth deep into his core. He hadn't realised he was cold until she touched him, he shamelessly wanted more. After she had dried off the wound she was about to re stitch and picking up her needle, she grabbed the opportunity whilst she had it,

"Mabel. My name is Mabel. I figured you ought to know" Mabel said, whilst holding up her threaded needle and nodding to it before she got to work once more.

Her name was old fashioned and suited her perfectly. Roman adored it immediately and wanted to hear how it sounded as it rolled off his own tongue. He flicked his eyes to her face quickly before he replied to watch her reaction to him saying her name. He wanted to watch what it did to her and whether she felt anything as she heard her name leave his lips. Being sure to say it slowly and with meaning, "Mabel". He liked it. A lot. "Thankyou".

Roman saw how her eyes glassed over ever so slightly, her pupils dilate and the light blush spread out over her cheeks. She liked it too. A lot.

"You're welcome" came her reply accompanied with the first push of the needle in and out of his skin making him draw in a quick breath.

She chose the largest wound to sew first as it was the deepest and took the longest to close. She was quick and gentle as she had promised. So much so that Roman could of quite easily drifted off to sleep if it wasn't for the fact that as soon as he closed his eyes he saw her how he did the first time. Naked and wet, in all her Goddess glory. Roman chastised himself, ‘Behave dude otherwise we are going to have one big problem!’ He quickly shut his mind down and thought of something else before the smallest part of him decided to develop a mind of its own. It also didn't help that her left hand was currently resting lightly on his chest and the knuckles on her right hand would graze his n****e every time she pulled the thread back out to pull the skin closed.

Every in and out of the needle had him in sweet torture. Her breath stared to fan over his upper half, Roman inhaled as deep as he could to calm himself. He smelled something odd but familiar coming from her, along with her natural scents. She smelt of baked goods fresh from the oven. From still warm baked apple pies to fresh vanilla cinnamon rolls that had your mouth watering the moment you smelt them. He wanted to feast on her immediately which made him excited as well as terrified. He had never wanted a woman, a human woman at that so badly. He had only ever been drawn towards supernatural females of the wolf variety and sadly if his last foray into love was anything to go by he had to gain control of his urges fast. Mabel tied off the thread after closing the largest wound and added a thin layer of the lavender balm Roman had noted earlier upon waking in her room.

"Do you have a name?" she asked him quietly, she didn't want to probe too much in case she had heard him wrong before, plus he could talk which she wasn’t aware of was within their capabilities so she took a chance.

"Roman. Just Roman". She kept her head at a distance from his, he saw.

"Nice to meet you Roman." He kept his eyes down and away from me, she noticed.

Romans heart skipped a beat as she said his name. Her voice was light and filled with purity, an innocent voice with an edge to it lurking at the back. Roman couldn't help but picture what she would sound like screaming his name as he buried himself between her juicy thighs.

‘Mac I truly hope you wake up soon because I cannot deal with this!’ Roman tried desperately to reach Mac in his subconscious but to no avail. He was gone for the moment slowly healing himself through Roman’s efforts to gain strength. Moving his large arm over himself, he attempted to conceal his manhood from her Greek sea eyes. He didn't need to give her a heart attack before she had finished patching him up, again. Inspecting his other wounds Mabel could only find one more that needed attention but that required him to move. 

"I need you to roll over onto your front, if you can. All the other wounds are intact but the large back wound needs to be completely redone"

Roman eyed the space he had around him before attempting to roll over in case he caused even more damage to the broken up bedroom furniture. Luckily however, he noticed the large wardrobe against the back wall was still in one piece. Moving onto his side slowly as not to hurt himself nor cause Mabel distress about his appearance, he braced himself on his left elbow before slowly guiding his torso flat onto the mattress which was now on the floor. The only other wound he managed to rip was tucked in between two ribs under his shoulder blade. Once Roman was laid on his front he turned his head towards the window away from Mabel so she could focus entirely on the wound she had to close. Taking the wet cloth from the bowl of warm water Mabel squeezed out the excess and placed it hesitantly over the large still bleeding hole in Roman’s back. She gently padded the warm cloth against his skin collecting the excess blood which had flowed and was stuck in his fur. Once satisfied she picked up her stitching weapon and braced herself for sewing up the largest wound yet.

“This one may hurt more than the others. I shall be as fast as I can. Just try not to move. Please” she asked.

When no response came she pushed forward and started making her incisions with just a flick of her wrist closing trying to close the wound as quick as she could. It took more effort than she expected as working with the continuous blood flow was difficult, however she managed to close it fully after adding in a few more stitches than before and slow the bleeding.

“There. All done” she announced proudly, “I hope I didn’t hurt you”.

“No. Not at all. I’ve had worse, I promise” Roman replied with a light voice, very aware that his teeth showed the more he open his mouth.

“It is probably best if you stay on your front for a while until the bleeding has fully stopped. Just to allow the stitches to hold”

“Of course. I’ll remain just as I am until you say so Mabel.” There he had done it, it said her name again. Sadly it was whilst he was facing away from her but he felt her blush and turn away. “Thankyou. Again for helping me”.

“You’re welcome Roman. I’ll leave you to rest. Just shout if you need anything”.

“Urm…..if you don’t mind. If you’re able of course. I could do with something to eat and drink. If it’s not much trouble. Please”. Roman caught himself stuttering all over the place and decided to quickly shut his mouth before he made himself look even more of a fool than he had already. Trust it to be him and not Mac who became the lovesick fool, he thought with an eyeroll.

“Of course. What would you like?”

“Water and any meat you have would do just fine. Thankyou”.

A wolf with manners, Mabel was surprised but grateful at the same time. She only about these creatures from the bedtime stories she was told by her grandparents but she knew she needed to ask Grandpa questions, and soon. Mabel knew she needed to take this introduction slow if she had any hope of keeping her sanity and life intact.

“Sure. I’ll just go put something together for you and be back shortly. Try to rest in the meantime”.

Mabel took this chance to collect up the bloodied cloths and bowl and went out the room heading towards the kitchen. Pouring the contents down the sink again and washing everything up as well as her hands thoroughly she pondered what on earth in her fridge Roman would eat. What did a werewolf eat? Did it have to be raw or even, perhaps alive? Question after question ran through her mind and she couldn’t formulate any answers, not one. Opening the fridge door Mabel bent over and peered in at the contents. The cupboards were well stocked with things that needed to be cooked but the fridge after 4 days had seen better. It was enough for her, but for her and an extremely large wolf-man-creature-thing it wouldn’t last more than 3 more days. Damn! Would he eat left over pizza maybe?, She thought whilst pulling out some Tupperware tubs and placing them on the side next to her. Once done, she let the door shut and surveyed her options trying to think. There was cooked chicken in salsa sauce left over from last night when she had made fajita’s, cooked sausage links from the day before yesterday that she had cooked and chopped up into a chilli sauced pasta. Left over pizza slices, fruits and vegetables and the old faithful to all fridges across the world squirty cream. Huffing out a breath she went to the cupboard that housed her plates and grabbed the biggest one she had and a bowl. Next she got out a tray with those little feet on them made for breakfast in bed cooked by your partner.

Pah! That would never happen Mabel scoffed. No one ever gets my breakfast right. It’s either burnt or stone cold or arrives half eaten. She knew her view on the male species was tainted but she didn’t have anything else to base the ideal of truelove on and as it had bypassed her at every given opportunity she still felt firm in her resolution. ‘Not all men are bad, but the golden ones belong only in books.’

Mabel placed the last remaining slices from the cooked pizza onto the plate along with the sausages. She placed the rest of the salsa chicken, spinach and a couple of tortilla wraps into the large ceramic bowl. Placing everything on the tray, she added a bottle of water and carefully picked it up making sure to walk slowly so as not to drop it all on the floor. She entered her bedroom slowly making her presence known by knocking her knuckle on the door being cautious to not wobble the tray. Roman didn’t need anything to announce her arrival, he had felt every movement she made just from how the air flowed around her. But he liked the fact she was caring for him and thoroughly too. No one had ever cared for him, and him alone. He was always just The Beast. They noticed Mackensie all the time and always bowed or took a knee to show their unwavering loyalty, but not to him so easily. Anyone who wasn’t either a warrior or who he classed as his family was terrified beyond all doubt of Hades. The she-wolves ran in terror from the Beast which made the pain in his heart demand his attention every time and there was just no hope for the omega’s who worked inside the pack house. They either went down to both knees and bowed there head to hide their face offering the ultimate submission or more often than not they would just run the other way screaming. The fact that someone was actually taking care of him, had dragged him from the forest, had stitched him up and had covered him with a floral throw made him feel emotions he wasn’t used too. Emotions that he had long ago locked up in a Pandora box and chained shut.

Roman turned his head slightly to acknowledge that she was in the room and begun to push himself up into a sitting position as best he could on a trashed bed in a trashed bedroom.

“I put everything I had on the tray. Sadly the meat is cooked. I don’t know if you can eat cooked meat. I don’t know what you eat human food. Or maybe it has to be alive and moving? Does it need to be alive? I can go….”

“Mabel” Roman said her name clearly to gain her attention but added a hint of roughness to his voice. Mainly to snap her out of her insane ramblings but also to see what reaction it would create in her body. He got his answer.

“Yes” she replied quietly, almost a whisper and yet he felt her core tighten at his authority, he liked it.

“What you have prepared is more than fine. Thankyou” Roman kept his head down to not appear too dominating and to also hide his eyes as he watched her walk further into the room picking her way over the pieces of wood. 

Placing the tray down on the floor next to him she cautiously she returned herself to the other side of the bed nearest the door and cast her eyes over her room.

“When do you think I can clean the room a little?” she asked. She wanted to get all the wood out fearing if Roman tried to move again he would fall and impale himself on one of the thousand wooden shards littering her carpet. She didn’t know how to explain the disposal of a dead werewolf-man-creature-thing. She noted that her names for him were growing with slight amusement. Roman on the other hand assumed she was asking him to leave but politely. Noting his rigid form she quickly clarified her intentions,

“I want to just get rid of all the wood to make it a little easier for you to move around. When you can of course”.

He was pretty certain she had just managed to knock the wind out of him in one sentence. Something she had a gift for.

“I can help, it you would like that. I could pass them out of the window. Use it as firewood perhaps” he suggested.

“That’s a great idea. I’ll leave you to your food.”

Before he could gather the courage to ask her to stay she turned and left, closing the door silently. Probably for the best he thought, my table manners are well below par.

Once she shut the door he turned carefully and dug straight into the food in front of him as best he could what with the razor sharp knifes on his hands. He didn’t realise how ravenous he was until he smelt the pizza. Chicken, sausage, baby meatballs and sweet onion, my favourite although he didn’t know why it had no cheese. Rather than complain he ate everything within ten minutes, not leaving a crumb. The flour wraps were difficult to handle so instead he placed a whole one in his massive mouth, pushed the green leaves and chicken in using his fingers and then his tongue to roll it before chewing happily. Not bad he decided once he was finished, although the wolfish smile of satisfaction soon faded when we saw Mabel had gave him a water bottle. Looking down at his claws, which were covered in salsa and then back to the bottle he had no idea how he was going to open it. Thinking quickly he used his left hand as his right arm was still clutched around his middle, he picked up the bottle and bit the end off spilling some of the water out. Dropping the end onto the floor he tipped the contents inside the bowl next to him before proceeding to lap it all up like a dog. He was truly thirsty, making sure to not waste one drop. However due to his need for food he hadn’t noticed Mabel was outside walking in her garden making space for all the wood Roman said he would pass out the window to her. His ears flicked back and forth at the light footsteps she took but perked up when he heard a small gentle very feminine giggle escape her lips. Bringing his head to look outside he caught her eye, she had watched him drink his water.

“How humiliating” he groaned to himself.

He had hoped she wouldn’t have seen him devour the food she gave him with no respect for table manners like a wild wolf but the fates clearly had other ideas. Roman dramatically sighed into the empty room as his eyes took in the entirety of the damage he had caused. No wonder Mabel wished to clean it up a bit, he had destroyed everything apart from her wardrobe and the large chest of drawers. Pictures were off the wall and broken on the floor, as well as what was formerly residing on top of the drawer unit. Carefully moving to his left from his position on the mattress, he started to place her large broken crystal pieces into the corner along with the lamp he hoped Mac could fix once he returned.