Fires both sacred and profane
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Adult
Chapters:
9
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Fires both sacred and profane
Fires both sacred and profane -.Chapter one
No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.
(Edmund Burke, "A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful")
Grace felt her heart racing as she flew down the stars after letting the Kommissar out of the Mittelloge. Her plan had failed and everything now depended upon Gabriel in wolf form. "Hah, as IF!" she muttered as she reached the bottom of the stairs, the Kommissar at her heels. Forcing herself to appear calm she asked members of the audience whether or not they knew where the Baron had gone after leaping out of the Mittelloge.
"He went out the door leading into the alley!" one woman recalled while she was fanning herself hysterically.
"Was? Oh crap!" Grace cussed, all her calm gone.
The Baron had outwitted her and she had lost her chance to save Gabriel from the curse. A sob forced itself upon her as she thought of it and this time she couldn't pull herself together for...Gabriel's sake. Leaving the still panting Kommissar behind she walked towards the room she and Gabriel had used as a study, living room and prison. Think! Think! Slamming the door brought little satisfaction so she began hammering her little fists against it in blows born out of despair and defeat.
No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! She felt herself reaching for the blanket she had given Gabriel only a few days ago. Pressing the soft material against her tear-soaked cheek she could smell him so clearly. That mixture of cologne, hairspray and musk......she had smelled it so many times in the past two months, yet it still affected her senses and now more than ever. Gabriel, forgive me! I tried so hard to help you ever since I followed you to Germany! But I don't know what to do now! Her mind was in a whirl, her heart was wounded to the core and her pride destroyed. Should she have known the minute she laid her eyes upon the Baron? Wasn't his supremacy all too obvious when he leaped out of the Mittelloge? Did she really expect him to escape like that and then be trapped in the theatre's basement? The basement! Throwing the blanket back on the couch she found the strength to get up. Maybe....maybe it wasn't too late after all!
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The air outside was fresh and cold, it bore a huge array of different smells and leads. Gabriel felt his strength abandoning him as The Change came upon him once more. With his Maker gone and the music done he felt drained and alone. His sight became human again, he felt the force leaving him slowly. He noticed that he was standing in a room with a furnace and several old boxes. The fire captured his every thought. One jump, some pain....and then....freedom! Weren't those frantic steps he heard coming closer? Steps of high heels? Before he could finish the thought of Gracie comforting him as she always did she began screaming his name.
"Gabriel!" Her voice echoed through the basement.
"Gracie...." It was intended to be a lead for her but it only came out as a rasp.
"GABRIEL!" Despair was raging through her voice, was she crying?
He had never heard her cry before and the effect it had upon him was dark. If Gracie, logical and resourceful Gracie who never was short of a plan, was crying then there was no hope.
"Gracie!" he managed to scream.
A few more steps and she was in his arms. Her slender form, clad in a green silk dress, was pressed against his and shaking with sobs. His arms came around her naturally and when he smelled her flowery perfume (Anais, was it?) he felt safe for the first time since the hunting trip.
"I'm sorry fa yellin' at ya, Gracie...." he began but she hushed him.
"No, I am sorry....I messed things up...I should have...." she said, being honest with him felt more amazing than she had ever imagined.
"Shhhhh, no more should've or could've, Gracie." he soothed her. "I gotta go find him now."
Her head rose from his broad chest with a gesture of protest.
"It's too dangerous! You of all people know what he is capable of!" she shrieked, consumed by terror.
"Yeah, that's why it's gotta be me against him." he said and withdrew from her.
Before she could say another word he was gone. Grace stood transfixed, her heart felt so heavy all of a sudden. May God go with you, Gabriel. You'll need him more than ever now!
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The villa at the Perlacher Forst was lit, it seemed that the owner had come home safely. Gabriel withdrew into the bushes when the door was opened to reveal a still upset Detta who was led to her car by none other than the Baron himself. Every sign of the convulsions and dread was gone, he was back in control now. How does he manage that? But then, he wondered about how Frie- ... von Glower managed many things. After Detta's car was safely gone he saw von Glower returning to the house until he passed the bushes where he was hiding.
"Gabriel, there is no need to hide from me!" his silkily accented voice called into the darkness.
Drawn by von Glower's teasing and charisma Gabriel made his way back on the driveway of the villa. Both men stood in silence, facing each other in the dark. The Baron's gaze was steady, a welcoming smile brightened up his face as he stretched out his arms towards his chosen one. Gabriel however was not lured into those strong arms......yet the idea of them steadying him flashed through his mind for a painful second.
Snap
He wanted to smash that beautiful smile, to tear out those inviting blue eyes.....Gabriel's mind was raging against the urge to submit to his Alpha and the yearning for his freedom. A rain of heavy blows against the taller man seemed not to undermine his resolve, von Glower merely stood there and accepted his chosen one's rage and agony. When the rain of blows had ended it was replaced by a rain of tears and reproaches until silence reigned once more. Completely exhausted Gabriel dropped to his knees and banged his fist against the ground in one last gesture of rebellion.
Warm arms were wrapped around him, his feverish head was resting against a broad shoulder. He felt von Glower's hands caressing his long hair.....as he had done during that fateful night..... Gabriel thought in a corner of his mind. And a voice.......Gabriel knew not where it came from or who it belonged to...... but a beloved voice spoke "Willkommen daheim, Geliebter!"
To be continued
No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.
(Edmund Burke, "A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful")
Grace felt her heart racing as she flew down the stars after letting the Kommissar out of the Mittelloge. Her plan had failed and everything now depended upon Gabriel in wolf form. "Hah, as IF!" she muttered as she reached the bottom of the stairs, the Kommissar at her heels. Forcing herself to appear calm she asked members of the audience whether or not they knew where the Baron had gone after leaping out of the Mittelloge.
"He went out the door leading into the alley!" one woman recalled while she was fanning herself hysterically.
"Was? Oh crap!" Grace cussed, all her calm gone.
The Baron had outwitted her and she had lost her chance to save Gabriel from the curse. A sob forced itself upon her as she thought of it and this time she couldn't pull herself together for...Gabriel's sake. Leaving the still panting Kommissar behind she walked towards the room she and Gabriel had used as a study, living room and prison. Think! Think! Slamming the door brought little satisfaction so she began hammering her little fists against it in blows born out of despair and defeat.
No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! She felt herself reaching for the blanket she had given Gabriel only a few days ago. Pressing the soft material against her tear-soaked cheek she could smell him so clearly. That mixture of cologne, hairspray and musk......she had smelled it so many times in the past two months, yet it still affected her senses and now more than ever. Gabriel, forgive me! I tried so hard to help you ever since I followed you to Germany! But I don't know what to do now! Her mind was in a whirl, her heart was wounded to the core and her pride destroyed. Should she have known the minute she laid her eyes upon the Baron? Wasn't his supremacy all too obvious when he leaped out of the Mittelloge? Did she really expect him to escape like that and then be trapped in the theatre's basement? The basement! Throwing the blanket back on the couch she found the strength to get up. Maybe....maybe it wasn't too late after all!
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The air outside was fresh and cold, it bore a huge array of different smells and leads. Gabriel felt his strength abandoning him as The Change came upon him once more. With his Maker gone and the music done he felt drained and alone. His sight became human again, he felt the force leaving him slowly. He noticed that he was standing in a room with a furnace and several old boxes. The fire captured his every thought. One jump, some pain....and then....freedom! Weren't those frantic steps he heard coming closer? Steps of high heels? Before he could finish the thought of Gracie comforting him as she always did she began screaming his name.
"Gabriel!" Her voice echoed through the basement.
"Gracie...." It was intended to be a lead for her but it only came out as a rasp.
"GABRIEL!" Despair was raging through her voice, was she crying?
He had never heard her cry before and the effect it had upon him was dark. If Gracie, logical and resourceful Gracie who never was short of a plan, was crying then there was no hope.
"Gracie!" he managed to scream.
A few more steps and she was in his arms. Her slender form, clad in a green silk dress, was pressed against his and shaking with sobs. His arms came around her naturally and when he smelled her flowery perfume (Anais, was it?) he felt safe for the first time since the hunting trip.
"I'm sorry fa yellin' at ya, Gracie...." he began but she hushed him.
"No, I am sorry....I messed things up...I should have...." she said, being honest with him felt more amazing than she had ever imagined.
"Shhhhh, no more should've or could've, Gracie." he soothed her. "I gotta go find him now."
Her head rose from his broad chest with a gesture of protest.
"It's too dangerous! You of all people know what he is capable of!" she shrieked, consumed by terror.
"Yeah, that's why it's gotta be me against him." he said and withdrew from her.
Before she could say another word he was gone. Grace stood transfixed, her heart felt so heavy all of a sudden. May God go with you, Gabriel. You'll need him more than ever now!
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The villa at the Perlacher Forst was lit, it seemed that the owner had come home safely. Gabriel withdrew into the bushes when the door was opened to reveal a still upset Detta who was led to her car by none other than the Baron himself. Every sign of the convulsions and dread was gone, he was back in control now. How does he manage that? But then, he wondered about how Frie- ... von Glower managed many things. After Detta's car was safely gone he saw von Glower returning to the house until he passed the bushes where he was hiding.
"Gabriel, there is no need to hide from me!" his silkily accented voice called into the darkness.
Drawn by von Glower's teasing and charisma Gabriel made his way back on the driveway of the villa. Both men stood in silence, facing each other in the dark. The Baron's gaze was steady, a welcoming smile brightened up his face as he stretched out his arms towards his chosen one. Gabriel however was not lured into those strong arms......yet the idea of them steadying him flashed through his mind for a painful second.
Snap
He wanted to smash that beautiful smile, to tear out those inviting blue eyes.....Gabriel's mind was raging against the urge to submit to his Alpha and the yearning for his freedom. A rain of heavy blows against the taller man seemed not to undermine his resolve, von Glower merely stood there and accepted his chosen one's rage and agony. When the rain of blows had ended it was replaced by a rain of tears and reproaches until silence reigned once more. Completely exhausted Gabriel dropped to his knees and banged his fist against the ground in one last gesture of rebellion.
Warm arms were wrapped around him, his feverish head was resting against a broad shoulder. He felt von Glower's hands caressing his long hair.....as he had done during that fateful night..... Gabriel thought in a corner of his mind. And a voice.......Gabriel knew not where it came from or who it belonged to...... but a beloved voice spoke "Willkommen daheim, Geliebter!"
To be continued