Dream Weaver Ch. 05

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Part 5 of the 8 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 07/17/2012
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Hi Everyone. I am sorry about my disappearance. I feel terrible about it. Since the last stroke I just can't write more than a couple of sentences and then everything just dries up. I keep wondering if I'll ever get any of it back. Yeah, boo hoo to me. I just wanted all the wonderful people who have followed my work to understand. Thanks so much!!!

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Chapter Five

Chal ran through the night. He could smell Bliss, could taste her fear on the wind and it made him insane. He blurred past houses and parks, all dark now at this time of the night. His mind raced as well. Every thought he had was for Bliss.

Pictures of last night, of the way she'd made love with him, tormented him. She'd been so...perfect, so gloriously perfect and beautiful. Thoughts of what Garret could be doing to her made him growl his fury. His eyes glowed and his lips spread, his fangs white and awful. Both his sides, the vampire and the incubus, were enraged. He had to find her before Garret could hurt her. His arms ached with his need to hold her. He'd promised her that she wouldn't be hurt, that she had nothing to fear from anyone as long as she was with him.

She was still with him, no matter where she went, she was still his until she said otherwise. "I'm coming, Bliss. I'm coming. Just stay strong for just a little bit longer."

But even as he said it, he felt the draining of his strength as the first rays of dawn tinged the sky. Despite his incubus side, he was still vulnerable to the sun's rays. He had to go to ground and soon.

* * * *

Bliss felt the hands that gripped her arms tighten even further. She whimpered under the hood that they'd placed on her. It was heavy, the fabric was itchy and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Her face was hot and sweat dripped from her chin.

The gown that Chal had surprised her with earlier this awful night was now torn and, she was sure, stained. She'd been so excited when he'd handed her the big silver box with a blue bow that he'd said matched her eyes. There'd been more than a dress in the box. He'd thought of everything she would need under the gown and shoes, beautiful shoes that perfectly matched the gown. Now it was ripped and she'd lost one of the shoes in her struggles to get free. Her arms were tied behind her back and they ached, her wrists bled and she was growing dizzy and faint with terror.

"Little warm?" The voice was insidious but unfamiliar and she didn't answer.

That was a mistake. He gripped her arm with fingers that felt like steel and shook her like a dog would a bone. "Now, let's try this again. Are you a little warm?"

"Yes! I'm warm!" Tears slipped from her eyes to mix with the saltiness of her sweat. She couldn't decide if they were from pain or from fear. She could only hope that Giselle and Rodney were okay. The couple had done their best to keep her safe when the men had broken down the french doors.

She had done everything that Chal had told her to do. She'd gone back to the house and locked the doors behind her. Then she'd paced and waited for Chal. There was fear in her, fear that she didn't understand. However, the thought of him being hurt or killed was too terrible to consider. The memory of the dream she'd sent him the night before, the dream that he'd made love to her with such power and control surprised her. She'd sent the dream but what he'd done with it still had her heart racing.

It wasn't Chal that came to find her. He'd stood in front of the french doors with his hands out to his side. He'd slowly turned in a full circle than he'd come closer to the doors and knocked gently.

"You're Miss Bliss, aren't you?" He asked through the glass. "Chal asked me to come and find you. He wanted you to know that everything is all right but you must come with me. He'll come find you when all is safe." The man spoke with a strange smile on his face. He sounded so gentle and absolutely honest.

It was as if he couldn't remember how to smile, like he was rusty, or missing something. There was an odd inflection in his voice as he spoke and she could feel him draw her in. She couldn't think of anything else but doing what he wanted. She reached for the door handle to open it for him.

But Rodney quickly wrapped his arm around her and spun her away as Giselle firmly double locked the door. "Leave Garret. You are not welcome here. Go back to those bottom dwellers you live with and leave this poor girl alone."

There was strength in Giselle's voice, strength and conviction in the steel of her words. It was almost as much steel as what was in Rodney's arms as he held her from the door.

The next few moments were awful. Bliss fought against Rodney's arms. She scratched and bit to try to force him to lower them so she could do what her master asked.

It was only when she thought of the word master and what it entailed that she finally calmed. She stood in docile silence with her face buried in her hands. "I was going to open the door for him. I was going to let him in."

"It's alright, Miss. Garret likes to make people do as he wishes. Just don't look in his eyes." Rodney slowly released her. "Can I get you anything, Miss?"

"Could you get me Chal, Rodney? I hate not knowing if he's okay or not." Bliss pleated the skirt of her gown. It felt so much better to have something to do to occupy her hands. She needed something for her thoughts as well. A quick glance back at the door made her realize that Garret was gone.

"I wish it were possible for me to conjure him up for you. But I was thinking more about something like tea." Rodney glanced toward the french doors as well. Garret wasn't there.

Bliss shook her head and graced Rodney with a smile. "Tea sounds wonderful, Rodney. Thank you."

"It is my pleasure." Rodney bowed and turned. With a knowing look to his wife, he glanced once more at the french doors and then left the room.

He'd returned very quickly, much too quickly to have brewed the beverage and set out the tea things. He was marched into the room, a man at his back with a sharp and amazingly long knife that looked more like a machete pressed to his throat.

"This would have been so much quicker and easier if you'd opened the doors, Bliss. Now I have to murder these two and I so didn't want to do that." Garret stared at her as if waiting for an answer. "Or..." He began slowly. "You could come with me willingly and I could let these two go."

He didn't wait for her to answer, only pulled the knife from his throat and slammed it down on Rodney's head. "You are definitely going to want to answer me quicker, Miss Bliss. I really don't have the patience to deal with any negativism. Now, you will come with me and I will let these two live. What do you say?"

Bliss was terrified but shaken and she stepped forward. "Let them go, please"

Garret held on to Rodney and took Bliss's arm. He glanced down at the winsome beauty. "I can see why Chal is so taken with you. I bet you are a sweet piece in bed. Your father said you were and that you were worth more than I could even imagine."

"My f-father?" A chill just surrounded her heart and she thought she would crack into a million pieces. "You've talked to da?"

"I'd love to tell you all about it but we should be out of here before Les lets him mesmerize her." Garret smashed the knife down on top of Rodney's head again, much harder than he had before. Rodney fell like a rock. Giselle cried out and wrung her hands. She wanted nothing more than to go to her husband.

Garret stepped away and spun Bliss around. He slid the machete in his belt and began to drag Bliss toward the front door. His fingers felt like iron shackles. She'd had little chance to glance behind and what little she could see gave her little hope of being rescued. She could only hope Chal...

Even the thought of his name brought sorrow to squeeze at her heart. This was her fault. If she'd only hidden more behind master, he wouldn't have found her. Then she could be sure of Chal's safety. For all she knew, he could be bleeding into the soil of the gardens. She had to know.

Garret pushed her into a long car just one step short of a limo, knocking her off the seat to sit at his feet. He followed behind her and then was more enraged because Celesta was seated there already. He'd hoped to leave her here as a patsy. "Is he dead?"

"No, but we had to leave, Garret honey." Les pushed herself closer to Garret and laid her hand on his arm. She pouted just a bit and looked up at him under her heavily made-up eyelashes. "We could try again."

Garret scoffed. "We have nothing to try for. I'm perfectly happy with the results of that little visit." The door was slammed behind him. He pressed a button on a small number pad on the inside of the car door and spoke into a tiny intercom system. "Off now, James. Take us into the mountains. Just take us by Miss Celesta's hotel room first.

The ride was terrible for Bliss. She'd done her best to try and stay in a ball pressed as close as she could against the bottom of the door as far from him as she could make it. She'd tried the door handle and a tiny whimper escaped her when it wouldn't open and the lock button didn't work. She was trapped.

She had tried all the buttons when Garret had followed Celesta out of the car but they didn't work. There'd been heated words between the two of them. Les had cried and stomped her foot so hard on the ground, her expensive shoes had lost a heel. She picked up the heel and threw it as hard as she could. "You'll regret this, Garret! You wait, you'll see! Then I'll laugh at you and turn my back on you!!"

Garret didn't look back. He slipped back in the back of the car and slammed the door behind him. "The mountains now, James."

The reply was an affirmative and Bliss felt her heart sink. She was alone in the back of the car with Garret. What would he do to her next?

Garret spread his long legs out in front of him and got comfortable. He took hold of Bliss's arm and pulled her to sit between them. If she relaxed, she could cuddle up against his legs. She was surrounded by him. The thought made her nauseous. She pulled back, or at least as far back as he would let her.

"What do you want from me?" she whispered, glancing up into his face.

"Hmm, now that is a good question. Relax under my hand and I will do my best to make you understand my intentions."

She tried but he felt wrong, there was no real gentleness in him, no care or tenderness. She tried to rest her head against his thigh, but she just couldn't, he just smelled too...wrong. She pulled just a few inches away and rested against the seat across from him.

Garret allowed it with a snide twist of his lips. He bent down and brought her closer then slid the back of his fingers down the side of her face. He traced one finger over her soft lips and slid his thumb over the curve of her cheek.

It was the same thing that Chal had done and she marveled at the difference. Even as gentle as Garret's fingers had been, she longed for Chal's.

She would have happily made love to Chal in the back seat of the car. She would have gladly ridden or been ridden by him to orgasm. Just the thought made her eyes close and her heart race. Even in his dreams, Chal showed a gentle nature and a longing for her pleasure. She wanted him with a passion she'd never felt.

Garret breathed in deeply and let it all out in a rush. "This is the best you can do?"

Bliss met his eyes. "You've stolen me from my master. I should be trying to kill you to get back to him."

"Do you really think you could?" He chuckled and then tapped a finger on the tip of her nose. "You are adorable."

"I know I wouldn't succeed. But I should be trying anyway." A tear slid down her cheek and he slid a finger under it and caught it against his skin.

"It is good that you know your limits. A good pet is hard to find. I might even keep you as a plaything when I finish up." He brought his finger with her tear up to his mouth and his tongue flashed out to taste it. "Hmmm." He savored the salty drop and waited for Bliss to speak.

She blinked her eyes, unsure of what she'd just seen. In the instant that her tear was at his lips, his face had changed, it had grown longer, thinner. His skin was an ugly mustard color, his lips had thinned and turned black. His teeth had been perfect as Garret but as this thing, they were sharpened, longer, with his fangs hanging well over his lower lip.

"What...what are you?"

Garret smiled and ran the flat of his hand over his face. When he took his hand away, she was confronted by a new horror. "I am what your 'sweet Chal' made me. What, you don't think I'm handsome now?"

Bliss pulled back, her eyes wide in terror. She cried out when he reached down and grabbed a handful of blue gown and lifted her with it until her face was little more than a hair's breath away. "I will use you anyway I wish to until he gives himself to me. But until then...little one, you are mine."

He brought her even closer, breathing in her scent and then his tongue, split at the tip, licked at her neck. "Hmmm, you are sweet." He threw her against the other seat and then pushed the button to speak to his driver. "Take your time, James. Miss Bliss and I have matters to...discuss." He chuckled and it was a horrible sound.

There was a clicking in his throat and she cringed. His idea of discussion scared her more than anything her last master had done to her. He'd done a lot. He had a torture chamber built in a small room in his basement. Toys hung from the ceiling, toys that struck a chord of terror in her whenever he'd forced her down there. She still bore signs of the whips, floggers, and pincers that he'd used.

But Garret scared her more. He crooked a finger at her, cocking his head a bit to the side when she shook her head. "I'd have thought that Donnie would have taught you better than that. Now, come to me." He leaned back on the couch and nodded down at her. "Come to me!"

Bliss cringed and tears of fear fell from her eyes in a steady stream. In her mind, she was crying for Chal, begging him to rescue her from this nightmare. She took a big breath and held her hand up to him.

* * * *

Chal's eyelids twitched, his eyes moving fiercely under them. They popped open and his entire body lurched. "Bliss."

He could see her in his mind, feel her terror and pain. It was as if they were connected. He moaned and thrashed, trying to free himself of the blankets that swaddled him. He had taken refuge in the home of a woman who knew what he was and had enjoyed the seductive sweetness of what he could do. She'd built him a safe room early on in their 'relationship'. He'd used it many times when he was unable to make it home in time or he was too hungry to try.

He kicked off the blanket finally and jumped up, pulling back the huge, thick curtain that hid the door and any light that might come in through the cracks. The sun was still up but it was close enough to sunset for him. He didn't care about the minor pain that the sun would cause. She needed him.

Constance, the owner of the house must have heard him rise because she was walking up the staircase before he could start down. "Chal, I never mind letting you use the safe room. You are always a joy."

"I'm sorry, Connie. This actually wasn't a pleasure call. I'm searching for someone. You might know him, I think you run in the same circles. Garret Johannesburg. He's kidnapped my..." Chal couldn't finish. He wasn't quite sure what Bliss was to him. He just knew he had to find her and soon.

"Kidnapped your...what?" Constance took a lock of her long, white blonde hair and twirled the curl around her finger. Chal loved her hair. He always liked to cover himself with the heavy tresses. "Your brother? Your father? A friend? Who?"

"She's my...ward. She's been...She's been kidnapped by Garret Johannesburg. Do you know where he is? I've searched his mansion here in town but there was no sign of him and I couldn't sense her. I really could use the help." Chal reached out and touched her chin. With little thought he stared into her eyes and took control. "Have you met Garret?"

"Yes," she spoke slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "He's an asshole."

Chal chuckled. "I agree. Do you know if he has any out of town properties?" His finger stroked down her arm, keeping her relaxed and calm. "Maybe down by the lake or...I don't know...in the mountains."

"There is...I heard there is a place in the mountains. It's just gossip, Chal. But I heard it's off Route 20 up by Bascome creek."

Chal moved closer, staring down into her big blue eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart. I owe you more than you will ever know." He blinked and she shook her head slightly.

"What were we discussing?"

He bent and brushed a kiss against her cheek. "I have to go. As always, thanks for letting me rest here. You've always been so gracious."

Chal smiled and then rushed out the door of her house. It shut with a distinct click behind him. He raced through the woods around the city, heading for Route 20. He knew where the creek was and had an idea where he would find Garret.

He only slowed when he was standing on the bank by the creek. He stood there, his chest moving as he sniffed the air, trying to find that one, distinctive scent that he associated with her. With his eyes closed, he let his other senses search for her. When he opened them, a small smile crossed his lips.

* * * *

Bliss couldn't breathe. Terror had the air locked in her chest. "No," she gulped in fear.

"Donnie might have allowed you to tell him no, but I'm not him and you will respect me." He took his riding crop and flicked it so that the end caught her just at the torn bodice of her gown. "You will disrobe now or I will get out my bull whip and take it off of you the way I prefer. I really don't think you will enjoy that, now, do you?"

Her hands reached back for the zipper on the gown. With a bit of a yank, it went down on its track and the gown fell down her body, catching only for a moment on her hips before it pooled on the floor. She wore only a pair of tiny blue panties and a matching blue strapless bra. A small cry of distress left her lips and her arms wrapped around her body, trying to hide her curves.

He walked around her as if assessing her assets. With a disgusted mien, who snapped the crop at her arms, forcing them down next to her sides. "Knees, girl."

She went, banging them on the cold cement floor of the basement. She cringed as his fingers fumbled at the catch of her bra. "Please, no. I belong to Chal."

The sound of his anger was drowned out by the crash of the door at the top of the stairs. "Chal!" she screamed, trying to scrabble away from Garret. But he grabbed her arm and spun, putting her in front of him. When Chal slammed the door open of the room that Garret had taken her, her captor reached behind him and pulled a huge knife and press the sharp edge of it against her throat.

"What do you want to happen here, Chal?"

"Garret, you scum. What in the hell? Are you crazed?"

"Crazed? I've been called worse by better people. But now that I think about it, maybe I am a bit. What do you think, Bliss. Did I feel crazed in you?" He wrapped his arm around Bliss's slim waist and caressed the nipple of her breast.

She squeaked and brought both her hands up to wrap around his wrist. She tried with everything she could muster to pull his hand away. She cried out when he tightened his hold on her nipple and pulled. "Stop! Please, please stop!"

Chal took a single step forward, stopping instantly when Garret pushed the knife harder against her throat.

"So, I think we are at a Mexican Standoff."

Chal stared at Bliss, stopped by the knife pressed against her throat. "I...I can't..."

"No," Garret laughed, pressing the blade in just a bit further.

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