Darker
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Category:
+G through L › Haunting Ground
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,815
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Haunting Ground, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Darker
Haunting Ground
Darker
Chapter 1
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....
Darkness, it was everywhere. The images came back vividly as she began to remember everything that has happened. Her parents, that fateful journey, the caress of her father's touch. Everything. How she wanted this to never end. But of course, in every darkness, there is a light. A light that shows the reality of everything.
The hulk looked at the prize in the cage. Gently he touched the curves of the prize. Her body was ripe and yielding to her. He swallowed as he tried to keep his emotions bottled up. The shallow breathing and the rise of her chest gave away that she was okay. Soon he shuffled his way towards the table where he picked up the cleaver. With a slam, he took the piece that he wanted and threw it into the pot. The meast sizzled as it burned within the filth that it cooked in. Satisfied with his handiwork, he slowly shuffled his way up the stairs.
Fiona Belli awoke to smells of boiling meat and also the stench of blood. Peering out of her cage, her eyes managed to make out the corpses of the pigs hanging on the rack nearby. 'Where am I,' she thought. Her eyes wandered down at her body as she saw that she was fully naked. Pushing open the door, she saw an opportunity. She was about to walk out before she realised that she need something to cover her modest features. The silk blanket she was resting with was all that she could find. Tying it round her body, her footsteps sounded hollow in the silent room. Though the room was barely lit, she was able to make out the table and the blood stains that littered the floor. A soft tapping noise halted her in her tracks. Slowly turning around, the noise got louder until a shadow passed her. She gave a little 'eep' before landing on the floor. Turning around to face the shadow, she noticed that it disappeared. Not before it left her a gift. A dog collar.
Picking it up, she noticed a name on it. 'Hewie,' she mused. Looking around she saw a winding staircase. Her mind screamed 'Don't go' but her instincts overrode that. She slipped a few times as the blood on her feet made progress rather slow. Soon the low light blinded her eyes for a while. The soft wind and the cloud ridden sky made her shiver. Goosebumps were forming on her skin as she ran to the stairs. 'I gotta find someone who can tell me how to get out of here.' Running up the stairs, she opened the door, revealing a sort of guest room with a hearty fire, roaring in the fireplace. She looked around at the various paintings that adorn the walls. One painting caught her eye. A man in his fifties seemed to glare down on her. The eyes pierced into her soul causing her to shiver.
'I need to find some clothes fast. I'm definitely not going to explore this castle naked.' As she gripped the door, she felt as if someone was watching her. Spinning round, she saw a woman there, dressed in a Gothic maid uniform. But her eyes was one that haunted Fiona the most. The words were stuck in her throat as she looked at the maid. 'How did she get there?' The maid just merely pointed to the clothes on the bed.
“I've laid out some clothes for you.” The tone was too machine like, almost as if she was under a trance or something. With that, she began to walk over to where Fiona was. It was then that snapped her out of her shock.
“Uhm, excuse me. But where are we? And how did I get here?” The maid turned to her as if regarding another machine. But her attentions was diverted to another. The painting behind her.
“Yes Master. We will keep her here. I'll make sure that she stays comfortable.” And with that, she opened the door and walked out. Fiona also looked behind her. The painting had a presence that she could feel.
“Wait a minute. I was in the car with Mum and Dad...” Flashbacks with tyres screeching and the sound of glass breaking follwed by a world of colour made her giddy. Collapsing on the floor, she struggled to catch her breath.
Fiona looked at the door before making her way to the bed. The clothes laid out were also Gothic in nature. A cream coloured lace top with a see through black mini skirt. 'Not really my fashion sense but these will have to do. Better than going around in my birthday suit.' With that, she dropped the blanket revealing her well proportional size. Turning to her right, the mirror reflected her ample breast size and her teasing slit. She sighed as she ran her hand through her stomach and down to her smooth womanhood. 'I've matured quite a lot. But then again... ', her hand teased its way to her slit. But her mind stopped her. 'I've gotta know where I am. No use when you're trying to please yourself.' Shaking her head, she got back to business. Picking up the lace top, she managed to get it tied up. 'Man, going around where anyone can see your pussy is not good...' as she tried on the mini skirt. She looked down at it. It seemed that the skirt was more for teasing others rather than provide her the modesty she wanted. Sitting on the bed, she put on the black nylon stockings before slipping her feet in the brown leather boots. 'Seems alright, but the top is a bit tight though.' Taking a good look in the mirror, she smoothed out her skirt before heading for the door. Looking up at the painting, she swore that she heard something from behind that. With a shrug, she opened the door and walked off the explore the castle...
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: Hi guys, this was done practically in under 30 min whilst I was simultaneously playing this game. Seriously, this game gives you the scares in a more indirect way through the music. Believe me, the music kept me on edge for quite some time. Back to the fanfic, I decided to end it here as the next part explains quite a few things so stay tuned for an update. Please read and review as I can easily lose track of these fanfics anyway :)
Darker
Chapter 1
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....
Darkness, it was everywhere. The images came back vividly as she began to remember everything that has happened. Her parents, that fateful journey, the caress of her father's touch. Everything. How she wanted this to never end. But of course, in every darkness, there is a light. A light that shows the reality of everything.
The hulk looked at the prize in the cage. Gently he touched the curves of the prize. Her body was ripe and yielding to her. He swallowed as he tried to keep his emotions bottled up. The shallow breathing and the rise of her chest gave away that she was okay. Soon he shuffled his way towards the table where he picked up the cleaver. With a slam, he took the piece that he wanted and threw it into the pot. The meast sizzled as it burned within the filth that it cooked in. Satisfied with his handiwork, he slowly shuffled his way up the stairs.
Fiona Belli awoke to smells of boiling meat and also the stench of blood. Peering out of her cage, her eyes managed to make out the corpses of the pigs hanging on the rack nearby. 'Where am I,' she thought. Her eyes wandered down at her body as she saw that she was fully naked. Pushing open the door, she saw an opportunity. She was about to walk out before she realised that she need something to cover her modest features. The silk blanket she was resting with was all that she could find. Tying it round her body, her footsteps sounded hollow in the silent room. Though the room was barely lit, she was able to make out the table and the blood stains that littered the floor. A soft tapping noise halted her in her tracks. Slowly turning around, the noise got louder until a shadow passed her. She gave a little 'eep' before landing on the floor. Turning around to face the shadow, she noticed that it disappeared. Not before it left her a gift. A dog collar.
Picking it up, she noticed a name on it. 'Hewie,' she mused. Looking around she saw a winding staircase. Her mind screamed 'Don't go' but her instincts overrode that. She slipped a few times as the blood on her feet made progress rather slow. Soon the low light blinded her eyes for a while. The soft wind and the cloud ridden sky made her shiver. Goosebumps were forming on her skin as she ran to the stairs. 'I gotta find someone who can tell me how to get out of here.' Running up the stairs, she opened the door, revealing a sort of guest room with a hearty fire, roaring in the fireplace. She looked around at the various paintings that adorn the walls. One painting caught her eye. A man in his fifties seemed to glare down on her. The eyes pierced into her soul causing her to shiver.
'I need to find some clothes fast. I'm definitely not going to explore this castle naked.' As she gripped the door, she felt as if someone was watching her. Spinning round, she saw a woman there, dressed in a Gothic maid uniform. But her eyes was one that haunted Fiona the most. The words were stuck in her throat as she looked at the maid. 'How did she get there?' The maid just merely pointed to the clothes on the bed.
“I've laid out some clothes for you.” The tone was too machine like, almost as if she was under a trance or something. With that, she began to walk over to where Fiona was. It was then that snapped her out of her shock.
“Uhm, excuse me. But where are we? And how did I get here?” The maid turned to her as if regarding another machine. But her attentions was diverted to another. The painting behind her.
“Yes Master. We will keep her here. I'll make sure that she stays comfortable.” And with that, she opened the door and walked out. Fiona also looked behind her. The painting had a presence that she could feel.
“Wait a minute. I was in the car with Mum and Dad...” Flashbacks with tyres screeching and the sound of glass breaking follwed by a world of colour made her giddy. Collapsing on the floor, she struggled to catch her breath.
Fiona looked at the door before making her way to the bed. The clothes laid out were also Gothic in nature. A cream coloured lace top with a see through black mini skirt. 'Not really my fashion sense but these will have to do. Better than going around in my birthday suit.' With that, she dropped the blanket revealing her well proportional size. Turning to her right, the mirror reflected her ample breast size and her teasing slit. She sighed as she ran her hand through her stomach and down to her smooth womanhood. 'I've matured quite a lot. But then again... ', her hand teased its way to her slit. But her mind stopped her. 'I've gotta know where I am. No use when you're trying to please yourself.' Shaking her head, she got back to business. Picking up the lace top, she managed to get it tied up. 'Man, going around where anyone can see your pussy is not good...' as she tried on the mini skirt. She looked down at it. It seemed that the skirt was more for teasing others rather than provide her the modesty she wanted. Sitting on the bed, she put on the black nylon stockings before slipping her feet in the brown leather boots. 'Seems alright, but the top is a bit tight though.' Taking a good look in the mirror, she smoothed out her skirt before heading for the door. Looking up at the painting, she swore that she heard something from behind that. With a shrug, she opened the door and walked off the explore the castle...
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: Hi guys, this was done practically in under 30 min whilst I was simultaneously playing this game. Seriously, this game gives you the scares in a more indirect way through the music. Believe me, the music kept me on edge for quite some time. Back to the fanfic, I decided to end it here as the next part explains quite a few things so stay tuned for an update. Please read and review as I can easily lose track of these fanfics anyway :)