Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Henry spotted an odd bloodstain on the fabric over her chest. She’d been attacked? He had a sinking feeling as he recalled his own gown and rushed into room one. A fat Human was on the bed, but he too had a blood-stained shirt and empty eyes. He was dead, but his body just didn’t know it yet.

The dagger.

The doctor was experimenting with the ancient weapon.

Ice shot through his veins as Henry slammed back into his body violently. Vertigo overwhelmed him, and he began to retch. The bed immediately spun him to be face down. The contents of his stomach exploded onto the floor below him.

When he finished, the bed spun him back into a face-up position. His stomach rebelled, but he managed not to hurl again.

An orderly began to mop up the floor as he shot angry looks at Henry.

“What am I going to do with you?” the Doctor in white said through clenched teeth in a fake smile.

“Let me go,” he sighed.

“No. That’s not happening on my watch,” she said equally soft. She examined him like an insect under glass. “Something with teeth is in order.”

“You killed the people in room one and two,” Henry forced out.

She flipped a dismissive hand. “There was no value left to glean from their existence, end of term. It’s an acceptable loss, and I gained knowledge of how to use Mèirleach Anam, so win, win. Now they’re just Ogre Chow.” She crooked her head to look at him more closely. “You, on the other hand, have much to teach me. We will have a long future ahead of us where I will get to know every little secret you have tucked away.”

Henry prepared to strike out at her.

“For now, sleep.” She pressed a control on his monitor, and his body betrayed him, his mind dropping out from under him, taking his consciousness with it.

DJ sat on his ass in the soft grasses lit by starlight alone. Henry had sent him to a foreign world currently experiencing night. He knew it was foreign by the scents and sounds, but his strongest indicator was how his body reacted to just being here. There was a gentle grating sensation, an itch under his skin that said, this was not home.

DJ grew up in the city, so sitting in a field of wild grass at night listening to strange sounds wasn’t making him any more comfortable. He looked around and made an involuntary sound of joy when he spotted a small bonfire a short distance away. He’d arrived facing away from what appeared to be a row of smallish standing stones. Between these, he could see the dancing flames of a fire.

He stood and walked quickly towards the fire. As he got closer, he could see the fire’s light was visible through the standing stones but in different colors. His footsteps faltered as he approached because Henry’s words came back to him. The Glass People. These weren’t stones. They were living beings made of glass!

He wobbled on his feet as his legs threatened to give out on him and felt gentle hands brace him. He yelped and looked to his side to see his firelit reflection where the silver being’s face should have been. His yelp became a louder one as he pulled away and fell on his ass once more. He looked up as several more Silver People rushed up to look down at him. Henry said nothing about shiny people!

Some of them parted, and a dark shape stepped between them. In the darkness of the night, it was impossible to clearly see the new arrival.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Who are you?” a nervous voice asked belligerently.

“I’m DJ. Who the fuck are you?” he snapped back, equally nervous.

“You’re a DJ?” came a confused reply.

“No! My name is DJ. Are you Nate?” DJ was hoping he guessed right. He heard a startled gasp and got the impression the dark shape stepped back a little.

“How do you know my name?” a voice asked quietly.

“Henry told me you’d be here before he dropped me here too,” DJ said as he relaxed a little.

“You know Henry?” Nate asked cautiously.

“Know him? Not really. He showed up in my cell and scared the fuck out of me. Then he told me this crazy story about a witch who pulled people out of the past, including me.”

Nate made another strangled noise. “You met Baba Yaga?”

DJ pushed himself to his feet. He then noticed all the silver people were holding hands, and Nate was holding their hands too. He was inside their circle. He immediately felt trapped. “Hey! What’s going on?” He gestured to their encirclement.

Nate looked down at his hands. “Oh! This is how they can understand what you’re saying. They’re from Kuwait, and most in this group don’t speak English. Linked like this, they can understand you because they hear you through my mind.”

DJ was staring at Nate in confusion. “They’re from Kuwait?” he asked quietly.

Nate’s voice seemed more relaxed now. “Come on, let’s go sit by the fire, and I’ll bring you up to speed on what’s happening here, and you can fill me in on what’s happening there.”

Nate turned and walked back towards the fire, stepping through a gap in the wall of Glass People. DJ followed, and the Silver People gathered around them too. They all went back to holding hands.

DJ now got a better look at Nate and was dazzled by his dark skin, silver spots, and his wings! Nate shuddered, disappeared in sudden darkness that dimmed the light from the fire, and reappeared as a young black man dressed in a black t-shirt, black jeans, and sandals. He sat cross-legged and reached a hand out to the closest Silver Person. DJ sat a short distance away and kept his hands clasped together in his lap. He listened as Nate explained how the Glass People, now sleeping around them, and the Silver People came to be and how Henry helped them escape to Eden, which they much preferred.

“So, the storm clouds are from here but are sneaking through to our side and making Glass and Silver people?” DJ asked.

“More accurately, the clouds are making Glass People, and humans are stumbling upon the parts of the dead clouds that turn them into Silver People. Humans are too fascinated by shiny things.” He grinned as he looked at the Silver People sitting around them, who were all nodding vigorously.

“Can they speak?” DJ asked hesitantly.

“Yes, but can you understand Arabic?” Nate asked.

“Hello!” one of the Silver being closest to DJ said, and the sound was hollow and strange. It offered a hand, and DJ hesitantly reached out to grip it. His head immediately filled with static, and he yanked his hand back.

DJ saw all of the others had let go as well and were shaking their hands like they stung. “What?”

Nate looked at him. “You must be connected to the old realm magic. It’s not compatible with the Wild Magic here.”

“Maybe that explains the itch I’m feeling all over my body?” DJ said, and Nate nodded.

“You mentioned you were in a cell? As in prison? Is Henry in prison too? Why didn’t he come through to Eden too?”

DJ shook his head. “I thought I was a hospital for the insane, but Henry told me what I was seeing weren’t hallucinations or delusions, just Hidden Races people.”

“You see through glamors? Does that mean I still look like an Incubus to you?” Nate asked in surprise.

DJ stared at him. “No, I saw you change into a human wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals.”

Nate nodded. “I guess you can’t see through it because it’s a Wild Magic powered glamor. That makes sense.”

“I’m glad it does to you. This magic stuff is all new to me, and Henry says I’m a Djinn and should be able to do powerful things with my magic.”

Nate grinned at him. “You’re a Genie?!? Shit! Yeah, you should have awesome powers… according to the stories… which were written to mislead. Huh. I guess I have no idea what your real powers should be. One thing I do know, you’re magic won’t work so well here as this place is powered by Wild Magic.” He shook his head. “Back to your explanation. You thought you were in a hospital?”

“Yeah, but Henry said it was a containment facility run by the Hidden Races Council. I should tell you he wasn’t physically with me in the room when he told me these things. He was-”

“A ghost,” Nate mumbled, and DJ watched him cautiously.

“He looked like one, but he explained he was actually strapped down to a bed in another cell. Then he freaking dropped me through the floor into the field over there!” DJ growled, gesturing with a thumb over his shoulder. Nate snorted gently as he nodded. “That’s how you arrived too?”

Nate nodded. “Fell on my face. Ate some grass.”

DJ chuckled. “Does he do that a lot?”

The young man facing him suddenly frowned, and a series of intense expressions flashed by. He got control and shook his head. “He… he told me he just got the ability to do it. But he helped a lot of Glass People get here, and he helped them save the Kuwait Glass people. I’m not sure what the truth of that is.” He pulled his hand from the hand of the Silver Person next to him.

In the firelight, DJ was able to see the expression on the face of that silver man. He was looking at Nate sadly. He suddenly recalled Henry saying Nate had been tortured. He guessed that Nate was still pretty messed up about that. Time to change the topic.

“Henry asked me to speak to a Glass Person called Xiong. He said I can get back to New York with his help. I need to speak to someone named Roy at VRS-”

“VRL. The company is VRL, and it’s Roy Duncan,” Nate corrected him quietly.