Darker

Haunting Ground

Darker

Chapter 2

By BJ-Blatzkowitz-Reborn

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Haunting Ground or the characters that are presented here in this fanfic. Everything in this game are under copyright by Capcom. All of the characters here are used with uttermost care and without permission.

WARNING: This fanfic is based on the playing of the game itself. Also, this has been redone to a more slightlier lemony overtones. If you don't like sex or nudity, please leave now. Otherwise, read on at your own risk. Oh, please get this game if you want to know how I based this fanfic on...

The echoes of the boots was one thing that Fiona didn't want to hear only. The 'clack, clack' on the tiles made her shiver at loneliness. That maid was weird with the machine-like walking, talking and probably, thinking as well. She made her way out to the staircase, where she kicked a few vases.

'At least this way I can protect myself. For now that is...'

Noticing something on the ground, she picked it up. '

Antimony powder. Caution, stand back when using this. Hmm, this might come in handy.'

Walking back to her room, she noticed a door in front of her.

'Haven't explored that way yet.'

Opening the door, the only thing that greeted her was the crickets and the pale moonlight that filtered through the high trees. The wind slowly billowed in, lifting her skirts slightly. She smoothed the skirt back down before continuing. 'Why do I have to humiliate myself like this?' As she walked on, she noticed something smeared on one of the poles.

'What is this? Is this blood?' With that her heart raced as she paniced slightly.

'Okay, calm down. It could be any blood for that matter. But then again, I can't stand blood.' She recalled a time where she saw a rabbit that was roadkilled on the side of their road. Of course, the stench made it worse than the sight.

Fiona shook her head a bit. 'Geez girl. Get a grip.' With that she continued forward. After passing by a locked door and an old study, she slowly inched forward.

'I thought I heard voices'. With that, she peeked around the corner. A shadow was doing something. But the something was worrying her. She didn't have time to think about that as something was thrown her way. Fiona gave a surprised cry as the thing flew past her. It was a doll of some sort. But the way it dressed frightened her the most. It had the dress of a maid uniform and there was something odd about its head. There was a hole where the mouth was. I think it looks like a sex toy. Heavy footsteps caught her out of her reverie. Nerviously, she kept her eyes low as the footsteps approached the doll that was thrown carelessly on the floor. Soon, she began to look up and her scream was frozen in her mouth. The thing was some hulking, grotesque mutant. But her eyes diverted to the large bulge in its pants. Looking further up, she saw its brown, soulless eyes. It seemed to remind her of a child. But there was no time to think about that as the thing raised its arms up and began to flail them around.

'Oh great. It must have thought that I'm his doll.' With that she began to scrambling back to her feet and ran back to the door. With a swift kick, she slammed the door shut behind her. A whimper behind the door seemed to hurt the thing. Running back to the guest room, Fiona closed the door behnd her.

'Oh man, what am I going to do? I've gotta hide...but where?' She ran over to the bed and hide underneath it.

'Man, I feel like a kid. Hiding from the bogeyman and all.' She heard the door slam open and the deep footsteps of the thing walking into the room. Holding her breath, Fiona watched as the thing began to search the room. She also heard him say “Where are you?” before he gave up and walked outside. Emerging from her hiding spot, she looked at the open door. Knowing that she'll be caught if she stayed here, Fiona ran quickly back to the place where she first met the brute. And noticed the doll forgotten in the haste to catch her.

'Hmm, this doll might be handy if he comes back...' Walking slightly further up, she came to an old room with a broken chandellier in the middle. And on one side, she noticed a strange contraption near the window.

“It's not a computer. That's for sure. But it's got keys like a keyboard.” Heading back, she saw the crate full of old wood blocking a door. Pushing the crate away, she opened the door. In it was a room full of instruments, various pots and papers strewn all over the place. But one thing stood out and that was a large stone statue.

'Hmm, that's odd. There's a slot here. I wonder, could it be for that machine before?' And piece of paper was pinned next to the wall where the statue stood.

'...I hereby dub the golem “Emeth”. That must be its name.' With that, she ran back to the typewriter.

'Emeth.' A stone tab popped out of the machine with a loud clang. Fiona took the stone tab carefully out of the machine. Running back to the room, she slotted the plate into the golem. Silence descended on the room. Soon, a rumbling grew as the golem began to move. Walking to its left, it reveal a doorway. Opening the door, Fiona noticed that she was back outside again.

This time, walking over, she noticed that she was in a sort of a relaxing garden. But the luminescant light casted a pale light which caused the garden to look sinister and evil. With that, Fiona slowly decended down the ladder and walked over to the nearest door. Turning the knob, she found to her dismay that it was locked. Giving the door a swift kick, she went to the other door. The knob yielded easily and she peeked inside. Another part of the outside castlebut it was all stone. Fiona noticed the tall barrells on the left.

'Could be useful when I'm chased by that lug.' She turned her head, listening for the sounds. A faint but heavy footsteps were approaching. 'Might as well.' Running over to the barrells, she kneeled down behind the barrells. Holding her breath, she waited as the footsteps approach near the barrells. She dared not move as he shuffled around the area before moving off. The footsteps became distant as she slowly let out her breath.

'That was too close.' Fiona slid to the ground as she caught her breath. Her relief only added more complications as she realised that she needed to pee.

'Great. A big castle and the only place to piss is here. Oh well...' With that, she relaxed as a trickle came out. She sighed as the piss relieved her of her stress and her fears. With that done, she stood back up and walked through the open door. A piano melody was wafting through the air. Infront was several bookcases and also a table, intricately laid out with golden candlesticks and a key. Fiona tentively reached out for it. The melody stopped with a crash of notes.

“Ah, I've see that you're awake, Fiona.” 'How did he...' Fiona looked around for the voice. The mocking voice continued.

“Pull away that sheet there.” A sheet covered something. Pulling it away, Fiona gasped. It was a wooden image of a heavily pregnant woman.

“That's what you will become, Fiona. You will be mine.” Laughter ringed in Fiona's ears as the voice seemed to die away.

'I won't become like this. I've gotta get out quickly.' With that, she snatched the key from the table and turned. Her voice just stopped as she heard more footsteps approach. Hiding behind the bookcase, she sighed. The footsteps stopped but it wasn't for long. The thing popped his head round the bookcase. Running to the other end only to prove to be futile as the thing also popped his head round the other side. Fiona stood with her back on the bookcase.

'I'm trapped. Unless...' With that, she pushed against the bookcase. With a crash, the bookcase fell. Taking her time, she saw that the thing was trapped underneath. With that she ran outside. Reaching the previous garden, she walked over to the locked door. As the key slid into the lock, she thought she heard something. A jingle of bells. Turning her head, she noticed a blue wisp floating about.

'I wonder what that is...' But she didn't want to wait for long as she turned the key. Getting inside, she closed the door. Putting her ear on the door, she heard something softly collide with the door. Sighing, she looked around.

It seemed that she came into a service corridor. An empty chair stood nearby with a grandfather clock ticking omniously away. Fiona felt shivers as if she was being watched. Walking down the corridor, she found a crumbling section of the wall.

'I wonder, if I kick hard enough...' With that she kicked it with a few swift kicks. The wall soon came in and out came bugs. Fiona freaked out a bit as the bugs crawled over her boots. But it passed over as she noticed something in the wall. Getting on her knees, she pulled it out.

'Refined Antimony powder. Hmmm, could be some use later.' She walked a little further seeing a door and a cracked plate key.

'RE and the rest is gone.' Looking at the door, she saw the words “A room for the weary.”

'That's it, it's REST. I just need to find a plate typewriter.' She ran back to the corridor but looked into the kitchen. The smells of dried meat and herbs made her water a bit. She passed the various benches and the large pots and pans that lined the walls. Taking a right, she walked on by and through another door. What greeted her took her breath away.

A dining room for the luxurious. A long table was at the centre of the room with a chandelier. Candlesticks lined the room with a soft glow and the table was fully set out. As she walked along the table, she noticed another cracked plate.

'ST. A fat lot that did but I already know...' With that she proceeded to the other door. Unlocking it, she walked out.

'Back to the bedroom where I began, that was fun.' Walking back down, she proceeded back to the kitchen where she noticed a walkway down. Walking over to the walkway, she noticed that it was boarded up.

'A good kick should do.' A swift kick later soon revealed some stairs going down. Descending the stairs was something Fiona didn't like. It was as if she was living a real nightmare. The stairs lead down to the pantry where various meat and vegetables where stored. On the table, however, was a map. Fiona picked it up. Scanning the page, she realised that she found a rough sketch of the castle.

'Okay, you've got a map. Time to get out of here.' She ran back up the stairs and towards the door. A soft noise drew her away from the door. She walked slowly over to the bench. Lookng at the window, she held her breath. Lucky, nothing was outside. She slowly breathed out. BANG! Startled, she turned around only to look at the thing that was chasing her. Only this time, he was only an arm's reach infront of her.

His brown soulless eyes peered into her eyes as he drew closer. She quickly got out of the way as his arm swung clumsily over the bench. Slamming her weight on the door, she mistimed her step only to trip on the stairs. She whimpered as she crawled up. The thing came round the corner and he raised his arms. Fiona felt that she was really at the point of wetting her skirt when a voice cut through the air.

“Exire Debilitas!” The thing stopped in his tracks only to look around confused. Then meekly, he shuffled out of sight. Fiona felt relived and embarassed as she felt a trickle of wetness coming from her pussy. The fear of being caught and her embarassment at showing her womanhood caused a slight dampness and a quickening of her breath.

“I'm sorry about that, Miss Fiona. Welcome to Belli Castle. Your parents has met with an unfortunate accident and you are the last surviving heir for this castle. Everything and everything in it is yours.”

'Unfortunate accident?' Flashes of the skidding tyres came back but with it came the vision of her parents crashing into the windscreen. Broken glass flew everywhere as her screams came the clearest. Fiona felt dizzy as the flashbacks also revealed a hooded man. He was grinning and tipping his hat at her.

“Are you alright, Miss?” Fiona had no time to answer that as she fell to the floor. Darkness only met her as she passed out.

Out from the shadows, a hooded monk looked at the young figure that lied at his feet. He looked hungrily at her supple features. Crouching down, he noticed that a small but noticable wet patch came out from under her skirt. His excitement was barely contained as he lift the skirt, revealing her womanhood. Tentively, he reached out with his fingers. His fingers gently made contactn with her slit. She squirmed slight as he gently pushed in. Her petals yielded to his wandering fingers as they went into a tight and wet slit. While this was going on, he sought out her love button. Her breath quickened as her defilement continued. Soon he was rewarded with a squirming and defenseless young woman. With a fleeting breath, she tensed out as she relieved herself of her pleasure. The juices squirted out with a squishy sound, gathering down her leg and pooling on the ground. His fingers withdrew as he licked off the juices that clung on it. She was intoxicating yet unreachable. No, he'll just have to wait until she was broken in. Until then, she'll remain pure.

A click of his fingers echoed down hallway. The shuffling feet returned. He turned to the visitor.

“Take her back to her room. And take care of that mutt as well.” Debilitas bowed as his master turned on his heel and went away. He looked at the girl and as well as the puddle of juices flowing out of her. Luckily she was still out. Looking around, he saw that this was an opportunity. But he knew the consequences of disobeying his master. But then again, he didn't say that he couldn't touch her.

Reaching for his pants, he let them drop to the floor as he pulled her towards him. His member was ready at the Luckily, she didn't make a move or make a sound. Slowly, he prepared himself as he pushed slowly onto her. His large member slowly parted her slit and slowly made it's way up. The tightness caused him to push harder slightly and grunting slightly. She slightly gasped as she felt his fullness penetrate her. He smiled as he pushed in further, reaching her womanhood. One thrust and she was his. A scream within the castle caused him to draw away from his pleasure. He knew that it was one of his fellow servants. Possibly punished by his master. Quickly, he withdrew from her and pulled up his pants. He would have his pleasure again. For now, he'll let it slide.

Depositing her on the bed, he looked at her. An angel, he heard it from his master. A person that helped him and fought off the demons. He looked at the mess drying on her legs. His mind wanted to take her now but he didn't want to linger. The master is probably impatient with the dog. He had to settle that before he found out. His wand was still proved quite a problem and his master would question that if he saw. Desperate measure needed desperate actions. Pulling down his pants, he slowly relieved himself, his mess splashing on her long legs. Shuffling to the door, he took one last look at her. His angel.

To Be Continued

Author's Notes: I apologise for long and delayed wait but it was pretty much necessary. I hit writer's block not long after the starting of this chapter. Uni also killed off more time until I managed to get underway after a few days later. Pretty much as you can see, there are some events that aren't in the game but after playing this game on hard mode, I sort of realised that there were moments that “What if...” happened. With that, many of the ecchi stuff was included. I knew from playing the game once resulted showed that the hooded monk (later know as Riccardo) was obsessed with wanting to have sex with Fiona. And Debilitas probably had similar feelings. So it was only right. Again, flame me for this.