"There it is," smiled Brandi. Jade looked out of the window at the
huge ominous mansion. Even in the brightest light, it exuded a
foreboding presence. Its walls faded from too many years and so many
tears. Once vibrant vines began their trail up these walls, yet
somehow death overshadowed their existence, leaving them thirsty and
trapped in their path. Two stained pillars stood on either side of
the door, beckoning anyone brave enough to cross its threshold.

Swallowing hard, Jade managed a smile and said, "Let's check it out."

As she opened the car door, Jade thought to herself, I must be crazy
to have agreed to do this.Thinking back to last Friday's meeting she
remembered sitting in her seat amused, looking around at the poor
souls who were dying to contact the other side. Unfortunately the man
beside her was one of these souls, but who was she to deny him
pleasure. So, she reluctantly agreed to go. So, here she sits
listening to him ramble on about this building and it's doorway to
another dimension. He is adorable though, not to mention his
nocturnal skills. Jade slightly shifted in her seat feeling the heat
begin to rise.

"I found this great location, known for it's paranormal activity."

With a gleam in her eye Brandi asked, "Where is it?"

"The old Pensickle Place."

A hush fell over the crowd. Jade glanced around and noticed the
tension that began to build.

The eerie silence was broken by the question, "What did you say?"

"The Pensickle Place."

Taking a breath, Brandi explained, "Lance, The Pensickle Place has
only been investigated one time and no one is saying a thing. Five
people went in and only three came out. I'm not so sure we should
investigate this place."

Undaunted by her chilling words, Lance continued his quest, "I
disagree. Think about it. No one will touch this place, but we do.
Think of the notoriety, the proof we can come up with. This is the
perfect place and if we all stick together, we'll be fine."

And here I stand. The things I do for love. Walking around to the
other side of the car, the still silence was broken by the crunching
of dead leaves and twigs covering the sidewalk. Leaning against the
front of the car and standing next to Brandi, Jade stared at the
desolate structure.

"So, what do you think?" Brandi asked.

Uneasy at the familiarity she was feeling, Jade said, "I think it's
great."

Titling her head to the side, Brandi inquired, "You don't seem so
sure."

Turning her head to face Brandi, she replied, "No, really. I'm
looking forward to tonight."

"Really?"

Rolling her eyes, Jade answered, "Yes really. I just feel a little
strange."

"How so?"

Shaking her head and looking back up at the castle, she whispered, "I
don't know. I feel like I know this place, like I've been here
before. Weird, huh?"

Brandi's eyes turned back towards the imitating dwelling and
said, "Maybe you have."

A chill went up Jade's spine as an icy wind caressed her face. She
slowly closed her eyes, embracing the soft touch. She found herself
disappointed that it only lasted a few seconds. As she opened her
eyes she was overwhelmed by the smell of death. Her stomach began to
turn and she took a deep breath, trying to calm the nauseousness.

"C'mon, let's get out of here."

Jade looked over at her and nodded. Relieved at returning to the
safeness of the car, Jade looked out of the window one last time and
dreaded the words that were echoing in her ear.

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Later that night, Jade was sitting on the bed watching Lance pack up
his equipment.

Twirling a finger in her hair, she nonchalantly asked, "Do you really
want to do this?"

Continuing to pack, Lance replied, "Sure. Don't you?"

Biting her lip, she timidly said, "Not really."

Looking over his shoulder, he questioned "How come?"

Getting up from the bed, she slowly swayed over to him. Tracing his
chest with one finger she softly said, "I can think of a lot of other
things I'd rather be doing."


Glancing down at her finger, he looked back up at her, smiled, and
seductively whispered, "Really."

Feeling flushed by the fire that danced in his eyes, a slight moan
escaped her lips. Bending down he placed his lips upon hers. Wrapping
her arms around his neck, he teased her lips with his insidious
tongue. Jade could feel her control slipping as she allowed him
access. Feeling bold and in control, his hand cupped her full breast.
A smile crossed his lips as she leaned into him. Feeling her lungs
beginning to expand, she reluctantly came up for air. Breathing hard
she opened her eyes and said, "Really."

Still massaging her breast, Lance looked down at her and said, "So
can I."

He guided her to the bed and as she fell backwards, he landed on top
of her. Staring deep into her eyes, he gently brushed his lips with
hers. His hand still fondling her breast. His tongue moved slowly
down her throat and then back up. Jade moaned at the sensation of his
warm moistness. His tongue circled the shell of her ear and he
thickly whispered, "I want to fuck the shit out of you."

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The drive up the winding road was taking its toll on Jade's nerves.
Fuck!! Why did we have to come here? She could have sworn that the
incredible sex session they had would have left Lance exhausted and
begging for more. Unfortunately she was wrong. Wringing her hands in
her lap, she looked out of the window and sighed.

"Home Sweet Home." Lance said with excitement in his voice. Glancing
out of the front window, Jade's tummy was doing flip flops. Get a
grip she told herself. It's just one night in an old abandoned
building, nothing can harm you, but a voice inside her knew tonight
would be the beginning of the end.

Everyone had already gathered in the front yard. As Lance and Jade
walked up to the anxious crowd, Brandi teased, "Glad to see you
finally made it."

Smiling Lance said, "We got tied up." Jade's cheeks could feel the
blood rushing through. Thank God it was dark.

"Ahhhh." Chuckles could be heard by the other team members. Brandi
continued. "Ok, let's stay together and if you feel anything, please
let me or another person know. Later when we split up into groups, I
don't anyone to be alone, okay?"

Everyone agreed and with a forced smile, Brandi announced, "Let's go
in."

The door slowly creaked open as spider webs were pulled apart from
the hinges. Nothing could be seen through the inky blackness that lay
before them.

Brandi squinted to no avail and asked, "Lance, hand me the flashlight
will ya?."

Handing her the torch he said, "Sure."

Upon entering the damp dusty old hall, Jade's nerves had come to a
complete and utter panic. She slipped her arms around Lance's waist
and shivered from the cold that came from behind. Patting her hands,
Lance assured her everything would be alright. Standing still, Brandi
searched the room with the one source of light they had. Old dirty
tapestries lined the walls as the musty air tickled their noses.
Suddenly something hit the wall right next to Jade.

Jumping away from the wall, she screamed, "Oh my God, what was that?"

Holding onto her with both arms, Lance consoled her, "It's ok." They
searched the floor, yet found nothing. Brandi took out her EMF
machine, yet nothing registered. Throughly confused, Brandi looked up
from the machine and whispered, "Nothing. What the hell is going on?"

This being the team's first investigation Shane began to have
reservations. "I don't know about you guys, but I've had enough. I'm
out of here," he sternly said.

Brandi turned to him and explained, "Shane we just got here. I
thought you wanted to find out the truth about ghosts and spirits.
Nothing can hurt you."

Looking at her with doubtful eyes he asked, "What about the last team
that was here?"

Brandi was quiet. The man had a point.

"Hmph. That's enough for me." Grabbing his bag he continued, "Like I
said, I'm out of here and anyone who wants to join me is free to do
so." The rest of the team members gathered their belongings and
headed for the door, leaving Brandi, Lance, and Jade alone. As the
door slammed shut the air grew deathly still.

Taking the flashlight from Brandi and drawing a deep breath, Lance
said "C'mon. Let's look around." Leaving their bags on the ground,
the three of them ventured off into their own personal oblivion.

Holding Jade's hand, Lance led the way. Sticky cobwebs continued to
cover the dark corners of the room and ascended up the spiral
staircase that lay before them. As they approached the stairs, Lance
began to feel light headed. Uncomfortable with the lack of control he
was feeling, he stopped, and quietly asked, "Should we go upstairs?"

Following the endless staircase with her eyes, Brandi nervously shook
her head and said, "Sure."

Just then a loud crash came from behind them. The tiny team froze in
their tracks. Looking at both of them in a frenzied panic, Jade had
had enough.

"That's it! I'm out of here!" And she headed towards the door.

"Jade, wait!" Lance screamed for her, but she refused to stop. She
glanced down at the floor to retrieve her bag, but it wasn't there.
Instead her clothes made a trail straight into the darkness.

"Son of a Bitch," she mumbled under her breath.

Picking up the clothes she continued to curse whoever it was that did
this. Lance finally caught up with her.

"Listen..."

"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get my clothes and get
the hell out of here!!!"

Taking her arm, Lance spun her around, and gave her a kiss that left
her weak in the knees.

Feeling her submit, he loosened his grip. "I'm sorry." he whispered
as he leaned his head softly against her forehead. Looking into her
eyes, he said, "Let's go home."

With a weak smile Jade nodded and thought to herself, "That's the
best news I've heard all night."

The path of clothes led them straight to the Library. Suddenly Lance
felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head. "Fuck!" he screamed as
his hand began to massage his neck.

Looking concerned Jade asked, "What's the matter?"

Not wanting to upset her any further, Lance simply said, "Just a
headache, it's nothing." Noticing that Brandi wasn't with them, he
asked, "Where's Brandi?"

"Wasn't she with you when I left?"

"Yeah, I assumed she had just followed me when I came after you."

Feeling brave, yet wanting to get out of this place as soon as
possible, Jade suggested, "Look, there are only a few pieces of
clothes left, why don't you go back to the staircase and find her,
I'll catch up with you in a minute."

Not sure if he wanted to be left alone, Lance inquired, "Are you
sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay."

"Here," he said handing her the flashlight.

"Don't you need it?"

Digging in his pockets he pulled out his trusty friend, "Nah, I'll be
okay," and he flicked the light on. Running one finger lightly down
her cheek he told her, "I really am sorry."

"I know."

He kissed her softly and said, "Hurry up."

Grinning, she watched his sweet ass fade away and then proceeded to
pick up the clothes that crossed the threshold. As Jade entered the
gigantic room her eyes widened with gleam at the endless number of
shelves lined with the Classics. Being the avid reader that she was,
this was heaven. She leaned her head back as she followed the shelves
all the way up to the cathedral ceiling. Her eyes traveled to the
glass windows streaked with crystals of dirt and dust. She shined the
beam of light on the cold fireplace, admiring the mantel made of dark
oak. Holding her clothes in one arm, she walked towards it and
fingered the engravings. She glanced up noticing a frame. Her eyes
scanned its contents. It was the picture of a rugged, yet beautiful
man. Jade took her time in becoming acquainted. She noticed his thick
black hair cascading down his broad and muscular shoulders. His eyes
were coal black, yet seemed to shine when she looked at them. His
nose was long and thin and his full sensuous lips stirred up feelings
she couldn't even begin to understand. His lean body was covered with
period clothes that were lovingly adorned by a long black cape. He
looked to be close to seven feet with a sword resting on his hip. He
was indeed one FINE looking man. She read aloud the inscription on
the frame, "Sir Kevin Nash". She continued out loud, "Well Sir Kevin
Nash, I'm sure you had your fair share of maidens."

Suddenly a blood curling scream pierced the silence. Whipping her
head towards the hall, she saw Lance running towards her. She ran to
greet him, never noticing that she dropped the flashlight, and as she
neared the entrance, the door suddenly slammed shut.

"Jade!!!!" Lance screamed and pounded on the wooden door, but it
wouldn't budge.

The ringing of loud bells accompanied the steady ache in his head,
proving to be too much for him to take. He fell to his knees as he
tried to block the sound with his hands. With his eyes to the ground,
he noticed a pair of black steel toed boots in front of him. As
Lance's eyes followed the boots up to its owner, his vision became
blurred. His heart began to race as he fought to clear the dominating
haze, but to no avail. Darkness soon enveloped him as the figure just
stared at him with disdain.

"Lance!!!!" Jade screamed while trying to open the door.

"He can't hear you."

Jade quickly turned around and noticed the outline of a huge man.
Behind him the empty fireplace was now a blaze of glory. Breathing
hard, Jade was speechless. The figure just stood there. Watching her.
Taking in every single feature that was highlighted by the soft glow
of the fire. He licked his lips as he noticed her heaving chest.
Several seconds went by as the crackling of the fire was all that
could be heard. As she began to calm, Jade felt an uncomfortable ease
with this man. Like she knew him, but that's impossible. I haven't
even seen his face.

"Yes, you have." He tenderly said.

Stunned, Jade said nothing and looked at the ground.

"Come to me." He commanded.

She looked up at him and before she knew what she was doing, she
found herself walking towards him. As she neared him she tried to
make out his features, but the blinding light of the fire prevented
her from doing so. She stood before him and noticed his clothes were
not of this century.

He slowly bent his head and whispered, "Come home." and his lips came
crashing down on hers.

She tried to fight him, but he was to strong. His tongue forced her
lips apart and explored every crevice. Jade remained strong, but his
kiss held a familiar intimacy. His cologne was spicy and alluring as
it battered her brain. Sensing her begin to weaken, he brought her to
the bearskin rug that covered the icy floor. She fell with him
willingly as she danced with his tongue. His hand wrapped itself in
her silky hair, like a child seeking comfort in a mothers' womb. He
pulled her hair as she lightly sucked his tongue. A moan escaped her
lips as she felt the painful, yet wonderful sensation on her scalp.
He allowed her to come up for air, but he continued his assault on
her willing body. His tongue traced a path down her neck and over to
her collar bone where he lightly nipped it. With her eyes closed,
Jade was fighting to catch her breath. His fingers lightly caressed
her breast through her clothes and an evil smile crossed his lips as
she offered herself to him. She wanted to open her eyes, but felt
compelled to just rely on her sense of touch. He watched her as she
laid there in front of him. Still as beautiful as ever he thought. He
slowly unbuttoned her blouse, watching her every move.

Jade knew what he was doing and had no intention of stopping him. He
was in control and for some strange reason, nothing else mattered. It
didn't matter that he was a stranger. Lance, Brandi, the whole world
ceased to exist. All that mattered was him. His kiss, his touch, his
love. She felt his rough whiskers brush across her soft flesh and
smiled as his tongue played with her soft pink nipple. She arched her
back as he took her supple breast in his mouth. Moans of ecstacy
filled the air. He pressed his body against hers, allowing her to
feel his desire. She reached for his hair and pulled him down. Her
lips were burning from the electricity that generated between them.
Once again he traveled down her body, this time showering her hot
skin with his wet kisses. He raised her skirt and was surprised to
see she wasn't wearing any underwear. His blood began to boil at the
thought of that insignificant little child having his way with his
beauty, but what did it matter? She was his, now and forever.

Lost in his ownership, Jade relished in his roughness. His kisses and
love bites became more painful as he worked his way up her curvaceous
legs. Salivating at the softness of her inner thigh, a deep growl
escaped his lips and he bit down. As she winced, he soothed the hot
pain with a flick of his tongue. She felt his steamy breath on her
outer lips as he slowly closed his eyes and inhaled her intoxicating
scent. Aching for his touch she whispered, "Please."

Staring up at her, he asked, "Please what?"

"Taste me."

He released an evil chuckle and an icy chill went through her sultry
body. He snaked out his tongue and teased her precious jewel. Jade
couldn't stand the patience he was forcing upon her. She grabbed his
luscious mane and pushed his face full force into her fiery cave.
Losing all resolve, he ravaged her mind, body, and soul. He brought
her to climaxes she had never experienced before. Feelings, she had
never felt before. Who was this man?

Leaving her to cool down, he watched her as he slowly undressed. He
slipped down next to her as she was beginning to open her eyes. "My
God, it's you." she whispered.

"Disappointed?" he asked leaning against his elbow.

She couldn't believe this was the man in the portrait. He was as
gorgeous as ever. Strands of black hair were falling over his broad
shoulders. His eyes had a dangerous hypnotic glow. His body, lean and
hard.

Jade had to ask, "Who are you?"

Staring into her eyes, he questioned, "Don't you know who I am?" and
he proceeded to kiss her.

Forgetting her question, Jade became lost in their world. She decided
she wanted to run the show and climbed on top. His body was cool and
inviting and she was thirsty. Intrigued, he allowed her to dominate.
Working her way down to his thick shaft, she watched him eye her with
fascination. Still watching him, she placed his pulsing rod into her
mouth and smiled as he slowly closed his eyes. Her senses were
bombarded by his taste of strawberries and his smell of vanilla. He
gasped as he opened his eyes, watching her mouth slide up and down
his stiff cock. She couldn't stand it any longer. Her body was
begging for more. She had to have him. Without saying a word, she
climbed aboard.

Knowing he was bigger than any man she had ever been with, she took a
breath preparing for the delicious torture that was about to come,
and slammed down on him. She screamed as he stretched her beyond
measure. His animalistic grunt eased her discomfort as she began to
ride him. He came up and met her, thrust for thrust. He entwined his
fist in her thick hair and violently kissed her. Both lost in their
lustful passion, they slammed into one another in perfect unison.
Tongues danced while his hand brutally massaged her voluptuous
breast. Bodies became beaded with sweat as the flames from the
fireplace began to rise.

Suddenly he rolled her over. Now it was his turn. He pummeled her
tiny frame as her cries of pleasure and pain enticed his savagery.
Without warning, he withdrew, and flipped her over. Before she had a
chance to recover, he spread her legs wide apart with his knee.
Driving his elbow into her shoulder, she sank to the floor as he
raised her hips. He placed his mouth between her legs and tasted
their juices. Jade's head began to spin. She couldn't understand what
was happening to her. The more he teased, the hazier she became.
Abruptly he stopped and shoved his rock hard penis between her damp
curls. She sobbed in the agonizing, yet yummy torment he inflicted
upon her. He continued his assailment with painstakingly precision,
yet not allowing her to fly over that peak she so desired. Time stood
still as the sounds of their affair filled the room. Once again,
feeling her walls clamping down, he decided now is the time. He
brought his arm around her waist and with his middle finger he
roughly caressed her nub.

Jade could barely stay conscious at this new onslaught. The pressure
began to build between his thighs.

Grabbing a fistful of hair with his other hand, he yanked her head
back and growled, "Who do you belong to?"

With her head swimming in his seething sexual pool, she weakly
replied, "You."

As a demonic glow concealed his hazel eyes, a wicked smile showcased
his prize instruments.

Consumed by his lustful rage, he pulled back even harder, and in a
deadly tone asked, "For how long?"

Moaning in pain she whispered, "Forever."

With a few more frenzied thrusts, he took her over that edge. Screams
of relief teased his ears as he sank his fangs into her tender neck.
White stars burst behind her eyes as she felt the stabbing pain. He
held onto her and as he emptied his creamy seed, he savored the warm
fluid running down his throat. Breathless and weakened, Jade lay limp
in his arms. When he appeased his appetite, he lifted his head, and
closed his eyes. His fangs coated in her livelihood.

Gently releasing her, he watched her sleep.

"Welcome home, my love." he
whispered.