Hercules (Rated R)

Chapter - 4.

Through the lens I peered into with my one eye, astonished by the enhancement of the leaves hanging from the tree, no effects no filters. This was life, this was nature that we were surrounded by, when you look still and deep enough you are surrounded by beauty. I breathed exhilaratingly holding still as possible to not move and blur out the perfect image.

My efforts went in vain, an ice-cold palm slithers down my spine, "Gently" she whispers, into my right ear. Cold mint breath fanning my cheeks. Everything about her is cold. My stance was almost faltered when she slowly pushed her breast into me, invading my personal space. With a gentle push of the top button, the high definitions of the leaves were captured, I smile gratefully, aligning my back.

"Great job" she says, clapping loudly for my achievement. I'm still skeptical about her, I am still on edge, but it doesn't hurt trying to at least warm up a bit, even if deep down I know I will do my best to avoid her in the future. "Remember, you are not taking the pictures with your camera, these pictures are coming from your eyes, what would your eyes want to remember forever? the only thing the camera is doing is drawing what you see." Her words are spoken in pure poetry as if it was recited for a long time.

Maybe she really is a teacher, for once I felt inspired.

Nodding my head downwards to hide my growing smile, I glanced down at the camera scrolling through the pictures I caught since the beginning of our class, each one more magnificent than the last, I really did. "Thank you, these are absolutely stun -" the rest of the words got caught in my throat when I looked back up, though it was a quick glance, but I swore her dark eyes already locked on me with a stoic expression before she laughed looking away.

Un hooking my bag from my arm, "It's getting late I think we should go now."

With her eyes on me leisurely she turns her head looking over to the empty horizon of the landscape, her moves were robotic as if she were a puppet. The orange sun that was beginning to descend to the ground, the trees at the bottom of the mountain created shadows darkening from the lack of light, goosebumps rose on my skin, I shivered silently. I don't want to head home in the dark again. Especially not near her, I speak inwardly while casting her a side eye.

"Take a picture." she says softly, not turning back to look at me. I noticed another ominous question, is it me or have I not seen her blink at all?

"What?" I lean a bit closer to her, careful not to slide off the edge.

"A picture" she turns to me voice louder than before. "Take a picture of this, let me see what you capture."

To the horizon I glanced squinting my eyes from the bight round sun that looked like it was submerging into invisible water, what scene or vision would I capture? indeed, it is breathtaking, but we have all seen the sun setting. However, anything to leave faster I don't mind at all. With the slit on my thigh, I use that naked leg to plant my knees firmly into the ground, prickly grass and wet sand make me wince. I knelt to the ground with my camera, resting my high elbow on my risen knee. through the lens I stared again, I had to pull my head back in amazement, how defined and glorious the sun and horizon was.

Bold outline and the fading rays, oh my word. I see what she means, holding still I capture many takes, my stance so good I pivot my position downwards to get a great view of the trees but paused seeing a blur in the middle, dammit I must have hit a ray. A cold feeling paused me momentarily My Heart radar on full blast when Monica disappeared behind me, I feel her eyes. "Thats it." Voice low and rasp, as if she can see what I see.

"Lean in just a little more." The cold touch of her fingers slithering down my arms. I felt dazed, sound slowly fading while the light around me fades. All I can hear is her. What happened to the sun?

"A little more Jane." that voice, that sound, those chants. The right side of my neck tugged, and I winced. I can't move, my knee gliding slowly forwards moving my whole body to the edge.

Blood, the chants kept saying, Blood for the Prince, I am near the edge. I see the bottom, a flat grassy land with sharp rocks pointed upwards. I whimper inwardly seeing, the tears brimming gloss up my eyes, this is not of my influence, it's not of my doing. Through the corners of my eyes, I spotted something. A quick flick of a pink tongue. Wait, Monica? right when my muscles regained itself my body was launched, gravity working against me pulling me down. The rocks getting closer and closer waiting to impale my -

"Meghan." My leg Jerks, to the dark horizon I awakened. Blinking out profusely, What?

"Hey, it's time to go home." she laughs, cold fingers touched my shoulder and I wince. Repulsed. spooked and flabbergasted. It ... it was a dream? I fell asleep. But how?

"I must have overworked you to hard." she answered, she read my thoughts?

Brushing her hand off my shoulder I clear my throat, "What happened?" I can't look at her, did she just try to kill me in my dreams? Growing up in a strict household, snakes and fake people will sneak up on you in many different ways, I wanted to try and warm up to her, but I should have kept it moving.

"You fell asleep love" she laughs. Lies. I giggle back collecting my belongings. I must have stood up too quickly, I was seeing double. Dizzy and weak.

"Woah, careful, careful. You were out for a pretty long time."

Long time? "Long time?" I say out loud.

"Yes, hon its almost midnight."

I felt my heart stop, No. Midnight? But how? I was just looking at dusk. This whole moment was scaring me, but I refused to show her fear, I just want to leave, but not while she is watching me. "Midnight?" saying the word felt heavy in my throat.

"Yes, but don't worry, I was here the whole time ... watching you, keeping you company." I didn't like the sound of that, and I didn't like the tone of her voice.

"Thank you for keeping an eye out, but we should head back."

"Oh, alright, I'll walk you home."

"No." I shocked myself. Just no, absolutely not.

She was taken back by surprise, "Oh, alright uh -"

"I just, the place I live at isn't exactly. The best."

"You don't think I live from the worst of the worst? I'm from Salem, the minute people hear of that name they steer clear of me as if I am some witch, so a rumor does not bother me." she shrugs casually. "let's go, c'mon Phoebe would kill me if anything were to happen to you."

I am going to kill her for leaving me with you, I roll my eyes thinking of her text earlier after she left me with this creepy individual.

'Hey, mom ran into another case, and the girls here are hot. Make sure to be a naughty student so I can spank you' *Wink Face*.

She actually blew me off for p***y. They are all alike.

"How about I walk you home, I mean you were the one teaching me today, it's only fair the student makes sure to teacher is safe." I laugh, I'm fully aware I am not making a lick of sense.

Conniving like she laughed "Thats not how that works" Goddammit.

Hooking my backpack on my shoulders "But really, come on I'll take you home."

"I uh - no, I uh I don't uh live ... uh anywhere here." I remembered her behavior from earlier, robotic and uncoordinated, like a puppet. It was like she was under a mind control. More and more it freaked me out.

"I will not take no for an answer, let's go," she begins her pace, the first thing of learning self-defense back in the states, you never want to intentionally get into harm's way. Obviously. But if you are aware of danger, do not argue or pursue anything further, simply keep low as possible until the right moment. Pulling out my phone I begin recording everything with the police on speed dial.

Occasionally glancing around for anything to defend myself with if needed.

"You know it's crazy isn't it." My heart stops when she spoke.

We passed by a tree with a sharp twig. "What is?"

"That we repeat history." She never turns around while she spoke.

Stuffing the sharp branch into my bag "What do you mean?"

"Jack the Ripper."

Never mind, I held it in my palm, what an odd topic especially with the circumstances of murder and our surroundings. "That's a weird subject, can we not dwell on it?"

"Sorry" she laughs breathily. "I was told you like scary things."

"Told by who?"

"Pheobe."

I am going to kill her, "Uh- I wouldn't say like them, more like fascinated by Greek Mythology."

"Dark Mythology?"

"Greek ... Mythology I never said anything else." By that point I am about to lose it. My heart is hammering, and my palms are sweaty. This conversation will not be discussed with her at a time like this ... or ever. As soon as I make it home, she will be blocked from having any point of contact with me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect I just know when I have met others like me, I have always been a fan of them too."

Are we there yet? "A fan of Greek myth?"

"Well, I mean I am from Salem, so these kinds of things are spoken a lot in my hometown and how they kind of correlate."

My ears slightly perk up, "Spoken in your hometown?"

"Yes."

"Your hometown still speaks of the dead?"

She chuckles darkly "No, silly. We speak of the fantasies." The trail to my cottage is seen and I breath exhilaratingly under my breath.

"Fantasies?"

"Yes" she nearly whispers, low and seductive while her hips sway.

I was suddenly intrigued, "fantasies about ..."

"What it would be like surrounded by all those naked men back in the day," she laughs. "Think about it, those men were cuter with hotter bodies, could you imagine just how s*x must have been? especially when they were feeling good."

That was a change of topic, my skin felt hot suddenly. I was just rambling on about this to Pheobe, what would it be like having s*x with a Greek God? Surely it would be nothing of sweet and kind, they are ramming savagely into you brutally. Swallowing thick from the thought hoping to suppress my usual urges. "I uh - I wouldn't know I mean, the men in this generation are still very rough."

"So, you do like it rough?" She was testing me.

"Uh - well, I mean." My mind wonders to Achillies, and all the positions he had me in, how long I had to endure being helpless while he pounded right into my sweet spots with my arms tied behind my back. f**k, I don't want to think of him, my p***y will cry in need. "I guess I like a little spark in the bedroom."

She finally paused, leisurely turning around to me once we stopped at the edge of trail. A dark gleam in her eyes, "Hmm, so what would you do if having the chance to be with one?"

"With what?"

She raised a clean-cut brow, a ghostly smirk while she leans in her head. Catching on "Oh, well, I mean If the idea presents itself, I'll take it, but that's all in my head though."

"Hmmm what else goes on in your head?"

"Not much, just photography and ... Life." diverting my eyes and swallowing thickly.

"I hope the idea does though, I hope you meet the man of your dreams, so not only will he shower you in kisses but stretch you pretty tight whole to a universe you could never imagine." I'm stuck, debating where in her sentence was, she wrong, something about what she said felt off, but I couldn't put my finger on it, but surely the ache grew stronger. Crossing my ankles to clench my thighs. Her eyes caught the move and I cringe.

"Hmm, it seems I must take my leave." she smirks. "You have a good night, Meghan."

"Yes, goodnight." Our eyes don't leave one another until I disappeared behind the tree, heading down my trail. Mixed emotions while I kept stealing glances behind my back. I want to get home; I want to forget this day, questions bouncing at the top of my head and a raging hunger in between my legs. In need of changing my thought process Trying to distract my creeping thoughts with all the pictures that I took of today until the sound of a branch made me pause.

Not this again. Breathe Meg, Breathe. It's nothing, no one but me would ever come into these woods especially knowing the backstory of it. That didn't stop me from walking faster.

Should I tell Phoebe? Maybe I am just overreacting, something about the girl rubs me the wrong way especially with that dream. Wrapping my arms around my body in protection to warm myself from the sudden chills running down my spine until my home became visible. I don't feel tired, if anything I feel well rested, did I really fall asleep? There was just no way.

My mind spiraled while walking the pebbled stone way before the steps, I was halfway way to my door when I suddenly shrieked by something. Nearly tumbling back and losing my footing. A slender figure in my window with a red glowing faint light behind it, S-Someone's in my h-house? No.

My heart is ready to shatter I can feel it failing me. Flying to my phone to dial the police.

"Astynomia" a deep gruff tone of a tired man.

Panicked and frustrated J nearly screamed to him over the phone "He-hello please help me there is someone in my house and I -"

"Please my English is no good."

Said in perfect English, around me I glanced feeling the dead of being watched out in the woods teary eyed and lonely "There is a break in Please help m-" one second, I looked at what appeared to be a figure in my home, then the next it's gone. Nothing.

Eyes don't lie, but at this point I questioned mine. There is no way I could make this up. The beating of my heartbeat was evident enough of what I saw lowering my hand with the phone.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?" I still hear him on the line, switching between English and his native tongue before he hung up the phone in annoyance.

The sound of my heartbeat plays like drums, my breath having a hard time catching up, "it - it couldn't be. I was just seeing things ... right?" I've gotten to the point of speaking to myself.

No one comes to these woods, no one would dare, unless they want to face the backlash of it. The doorknob cold, no sign someone touched it I breathe in relief. Why am I like this right now? I am so on edge about the randomness things and sounds, was it that dream? Or maybe her?

Furious rustling in the bushes followed by the sound of an angry cat made me jump, snapping me from my daze. In a frantic attempt I'm unlocking my door and inside I fly planting my back into the wooden frame of the door, small wood scratching my shoulders. Bold move, now the next part is checking the house for intruders. My eyes fly to the window where I swore, I saw a figure, nothing. I'm not convinced.

Step two of survival make sure to always be prepared for the littlest things especially out in a country you know nothing about, In America newborns carry guns, I don't know much about it the Mediterranean seas. Instead with the help of a book I've read I created my own pepper spray, a mixed variety of all the black spices from the Caribbean, Asia and India and that branch I pulled from the tree earlier.

No matter where I crept in the home I come to an empty space and yet I still could feel an intense dread of eyes on me. Nothing, nothing and nothing. It is all in my head, that's it. No More, just tell Phoebe the vibe from the girl and be done with it, they can still hang out as much as they like but exclude me from any and all future events if she is a part of it.

I'm exhausted, hungry and crazy horny, the three H's that are never meant to go together. My whole-body aching but I need to develop the pictures, with that thought my eyes slowly trailed to the red room. An unsettling silence blanketing the room, the more I looked the closer I felt like the door was getting, sounds of demonic chants mixing in with my name suddenly swirling around my ears. Snakelike and rasp, Goosebumps coating my skin from the chills, heat of eyes bearing down on me like pressure, No. Snap out of it, it was just a dream. I am better than this, can't let fear hold me back.

Rolling my eyes I pursue, each step felt like I was struggling against molasses, heavy and pointless, almost like a push itself to stay away from the door. I winced from the rusty Creek, a chilled breeze brushes past me while I tried to adjust my eyes to void darkness.

"I'm very dangerous." I screamed from the adrenaline, but who am I fooling.

"Don't mess with me, I'm not the one, I can make you go blind." Silence but my echo. I fly to the light switch when a tiny creek out of nowhere was heard. The glowing red chasing away the darkness, like a fog it remains blurry until it darkens to the theme. Peering around me I breathed cooly.

Once again, it's nothing, I'm getting annoyed. Rolling my eyes and proceeding to develop the photos. With a yawn I shook my head out of the sleepiness that crept on me. "f**k what time is it?"

Almost one, good heavens Pheobe will not let me hear the end of it. Hanging up my last photo I back in to look at my work, my eyes solely on the picture where the rays of the sun kept me from going further, strangely it seems I took more photos than I thought. The dripping sounds of the water from the wet frames only brought out my impatience, yea time for bed.

I wished to keep my mind still from all the things spiraling Wildy in my brain but every time I close my eyes Monica's face is the first thing I always see. The hot steam of the shower beads falling on my body brought a familiar tingle into my bones, tilting my head back I sigh to the ticklish feeling on my neck moving my head around letting the sensation travel its way around the heat was doing something and I knew what it was. It's been a while since I have been with man but the last man, I was with surely knew what he was doing, despite the outcome of it I missed his touch, the way his fingers would tease my n*****s. How he'd take them in his mouth rolling them with his tongue building up the anticipation for a slight bite. He loved the way I would wince from that; he'd love the way I beg him for it.

I still haven't told Pheobe I was still sleeping with him three months after the fiasco. I couldn't help it, no one has ever touched me like that, no one has ever made me feel so good, one second, I was holding the soap but somehow that seems to have fallen on the floor, what I somehow held in my hand was the shower top with full pressure.

Being a woman has its perks, anything feels so good. Mischievously I smirked slowly setting the temperature to a steamy hot moaning when it hits my n****e, propping my leg up I glide the top lower and lower. "Ah."

Catching my breath was almost impossible the hot water massaging my c**t, It's like a tongue. With a free arm I plat it on the wall holding myself steady while slowly thrusting my hips forwards.

"Ah, Oh, Oh God." I was loud enough to be heard even from outside. "Oh, Oh yes." I deep throated two fingers with my mouth before finding my aching n*****s. "Uhn" my skull is nearly shattered from the impact when I through it back. I want it harder, rougher, more positions.

"Oh, Oh God yes, Oh, Oh Adonis." Wait what?

Accidently I dropped the top, wait what did I just say? Adonis? who is that? picking up the shower top my heart fell at the sight of something. Maybe it was the condensation of the steamy shower but through the clear shower curtain seemed to be a figure.

"Who's there." No answer, in anger I drop the top and threw the curtain open, Nothing. This is getting annoying real fast.

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