Dark Passion
By
S.G. McKinley
Dark Passion
Copyright 2012 S.G. McKinley
Published by Sharon Watson
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Chapter One
Beth awoke and dressed, getting ready for her day. Combing her long auburn hair and platting it into a braid, she finished by putting a few drops of wash into her dark azure eyes in order to get the tiredness feeling out of them. A little more alert, she smoothed her cotton shirt and jeans with her hands and made her way to the kitchen.
“I need to turn the coffee pot on and set some snacks out for the caretaker when he arrives,” she mused to herself.
Getting the coffee to brewing, along with setting some small Danishes on the table to eat, Beth sat waiting for her elderly helper to start his day there.
The caretaker, the elderly man named Homer, tended the grounds around the museum. He worked for Beth’s grandfather back when her relative was alive, and Beth inherited the property when her grandfather passed away.
At the time, she told Homer, “I’d appreciate it if you’d stay on with me. You always make the grounds look beautiful.”
Homer assured her, “I would love to stay…that is until I become too old to work any longer.”
With him continuing the job, Beth doesn’t have to worry about the plants and gardens. She only has to attend the museum itself, which is mainly an historical museum. It houses objects worn or used as far back as 1800.
She uses the ground floor for now, with a type of gate closing off the staircase so that nobody can go to the vacant upper floors.
The museum stays busy with people asking about items once they enter, and others want to step out of the hot day who can also go through browsing.
Beth keeps pamphlets available to hand out when visitors request extra information.
Today, Monday, a class of school children was due to arrive to write reports on several of the exhibits in the museum. When they parked in their bus, Beth opened the front door.
“Hello all! Please come in. I will be leading your tour, describing the exhibits and answering questions.”
“We have been excited about coming in. The students have been studying history in old days, and I wanted them to visit your museum since it has several items from the era we are reading,” the teacher, a Mrs. Throckmorton, replied.
“That is wonderful! Shall we get started?” Beth inquired.
With a nod and several eager claps from the class, Beth began her regular telling of the museum exhibits.
This tour lasted close to three hours, and then the students left to go back to the school, telling Beth, “Thank you, Ma’am! We enjoyed it!”
Beth remembered how she used to have to do the same type of lessons. She still enjoys learning new things, and all the research she did during her years living with her grandfather in the museum helped her when she grew older.
Beth furnished lunch for herself and Homer. After lunch, she cleaned the small kitchen and went back to her office until she heard the small bell ring as someone else came through the front door.
Beth closed the doors of the place at five, with Homer leaving soon after, locking the main gates as he left. The museum closed on weekends. Those are the days Beth usually clean the museum and her living quarters.
The young woman watched as the last person stepped through the door of the museum to leave, and she closed the door and locked it.
Leaning against the heavy door, she mumbled, “This day has been too long. My body hurts.”
Beth rubbed her exhausted muscles in her arms and legs, and felt quite relieved that her living quarters are in the back of the museum.
“Time for a bath and some sleep, even though it’s still early,” Beth mumbled.
Beth turned out the last of the lights and secured the other outside doors. She closed and locked her office door, and stepped into the hallway.
Beth glanced sideways at a huge statue she acquired recently on a field trip for more items for her place.
The seven-foot gargoyle statue sat in the foyer, staring at the front door. He’s made of polished bluish-black marble, grotesque to the eye of some individuals but smooth and cool to the touch. His wings span out from his body as he sits docilely on his perch. Three-toed feet held onto the rock the statue is erected on.
Magnificent muscles show all over the gargoyle’s physique, and some appear to be rippled from the way the gargoyle has one arm draped over his knees, while the other arm is placed behind him, with the hand flat on the rock underneath his body. Long slender fingers are tipped with inch long claws. The claws looked sharp enough to rip something or someone to shreds. Even the wings have a sharp claw-tip on the joints at the top.
The gargoyle’s head holds the shape of something between a dog and a cat, its ears laid back flat against the head. The eyes slant slightly and look blood red. A flat nose defines the front of its face, but what most people notice immediately is the open, full mouth of sharp teeth much like a bloodthirsty carnivore.
The gargoyle has a long tail with ridges along the length, which look as if it could hit something or someone, seriously injuring it or ending its life. The look on the gargoyle’s face is one of fierceness; as if he might be about to pounce on his prey, or maybe they are giving a warning not to get closer.
Beth continued gazing at the statue, smiling as she glanced over it.
“I don’t care what anybody says; you are one handsome devil!” she softly exclaimed
She has read all she can find on him in order to be able to tell visitors about him and why she wanted to buy the statue. She feels a type of connection to it. Often at night she will reach out and touch the huge statue, feeling the slick exterior.
“My gargoyle is not exactly a nice looking specimen to the visitors of the museum, but I like it. After all…he’s all mine!”
Her hand roamed over the gargoyle’s leg at this moment. The smooth but cold exterior always felt soothing to her after a long day of work. She eased her head over and rested it on the leg, the coolness of the marble easing her headache. She moved her hand on up until she could place it on his arm, finally lifting her head off the statue’s leg.
“You're magnificent. I don't know why I'm this drawn to you, but I love the feelings I get from looking at you. Somehow, I feel safe with you here. I don't know why, but I do. Just touching your cool exterior turns me on. I wish you were real.”
Moving her hand from his arm, she glided it along his broad back. He has a slender waistline, and she felt along until she came to his buttocks. Even with him being a statue, it turns Beth on by touching him everywhere. Even now, she feels moisture between her legs while she casts her eyes upon the gargoyle.
She had run across the huge statue when she’d traveled out of town for her grandfather to pick up new things for exhibits. She wrote out the check, and had a moving company bring it to the museum.
Since the statue was so large, the best place to put it had been in the center of the foyer, and she immediately designated it as her guard statue.
Her grandfather had chuckled when he saw the ugly monster of a figure, and he shook his head when Beth told him, “I’m going to learn everything I can about the name, Antoine, and the circumstances surrounding the statue.”
“All right, Girlie…you go for it. I’m curious exactly what you dig up on the monstrosity, myself.”
Such were the ramblings between grandfather and granddaughter over her finding.
Turning away from the gargoyle tonight, Beth continued along the hallway, making her way to her bedroom.
She didn’t notice the gargoyle turn its ugly head and watch her as she retreated.
After a relaxing shower, wearing only a nightgown, Beth decided to sleep instead of reading a book she started recently. Turning the bed covers back, she slid in and lay on the comfort of the bottom sheet, not bothering to cover up with the top sheet because of the warm night.
Chapter Two
The gargoyle entered her bedroom, looking around until he focused on her bed. She appeared to be sleeping soundly, and her nightgown has been raised above her hips. One arm lay above her head, and one leg was bent at her knee, showing what is between her legs.
Antoine stepped to the bed and hesitated before he touched her. He moved his hand along her thigh until he reached the hem of her gown. Raising it, his eyes traveled to the junction between her legs.
Licking his lips with his long tongue, he stuck one long, razor-sharp fingernail into the flimsy fabric of her gown and slowly began slitting it.
Once he parted the garment off her chest, Antoine took his attention to her abdomen once more, and he ran one finger along her flat stomach. Beth moaned and drew the other leg outward, giving access to her most feminine place. Hearing her soft moan, Antoine moved his fingers closer to her mound, gently tickling with a feathery touch to stimulate her.
Beth moaned louder and shifted her body, moving her legs wider apart. Antoine moved and snaked his long tongue around on her body, easing upward to her face. As soon as he delved his tongue inside her mouth, Beth thrashed her head somewhat, and she uttered small groans.
Beth mumbled in her sleep, writhing, and Antoine continued to crawl over her. His long tongue slid over her slender body, moving from her toes toward her neck. He licked over her soft skin, and as he noticed her body arch toward him, he positioned himself so that his hardness could touch the entrance to what he wanted to claim as his.