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PAYMENT DUE (part 1)
By
Victoria_{MJ}
Never one to pass up a good bargain on an old book, Kyle found himself
stopped in front of the antique bookstore he had discovered one day as
he rode into work on his motorcycle. His love for reading had blossomed
early in his life, thanks to a difficult home environment, and had given
him a much needed outlet for his frustrations and a secure sanctuary
from the troubles he experienced growing up. Despite spending hours
each night between the covers of a novel or increasingly often history
text, he had made certain that he explored other interests, and had
become a bit of a gym rat by the time he graduated from high school.
Though he had initially struggled with body image issues and challenges
caused by mood and weight swings during adolescence, Kyle began setting
weight lifting records at his school, excelling particularly with lower
body exercises to the point of being courted by the track and field team
for his leg strength. His first love however, remained books, the older
and dustier the better. Recently, he had become interested in texts
from the early renaissance, and with the occult in particular. So when
he discovered 'Reinhardt's', a 'reliquary and depository of ancient
learning', or so the brass plaque proclaimed, quite by accident that
foggy morning, he was determined to revisit the shop and discover what
relics he could acquire there.
An old fashioned brass bell clinked cheerfully as he stepped inside the
tiny shop; dusty shelves lined to the point of overflowing with leather
bound manuscripts, out of print editions, and works of dubious vintage.
Antique brass wall sconces lent a certain mystique to the room, an air
of quiet contemplation seemed to settle over him as he worked his way
deeper into the room, seeking the back, waiting for something to strike
his eye. As he brushed past the narrow walkways between the shelves, he
felt the prickly sensation of being watched, causing him to glance over
his shoulder... only to discover that there was nothing there. Shaking
off the feeling, he began to search in earnest, finding copies of
Shakespeare's plays beside Byron's poetry, sitting together with a
history by Ptolemy the younger. He noticed a section of the shop had
been roped off, similarly to how old theatres would separate sections
with velvet ropes, and the light was noticeably dimmer in that section
as well. His curiosity began to get the better of him, and he stepped
over the ropes in order to get a closer look.
Alone on a shelf, half hidden behind an old canvas sheet lay a book
bound in pebbly brown leather, etched with silver script in a language
he couldn't begin to identify. On the cover of the book appeared to be
dark splotches of color, darkening the leather to almost black. Unable
to restrain his curiosity, Kyle reached out and lay on palm on the
tanned leather book. Strangely, it felt almost warm, and seemed to
almost draw him to it like a faint static charge. It was then that he
knew he had to have it. He needed it to be his. Glancing around
furtively, he slipped it quickly inside his satchel and snuck back to
where he had seen the History by Ptolemy earlier. Picking it up, he
walked towards the counter he had spied off to one side of the shop and
rang the desk bell there.
An old man appeared from a back room and smiled from behind shaggy brows
and a neatly trimmed white beard.
"Ahh, Ptolemy, an excellent edition and would make a fine addition to
your collection young man." His dark eyes twinkled as he looked Kyle
over with an appraising glance. "Though I think you may find more
interesting reading as well, young man, exciting in ways you cannot
fathom... That will be ten dollars, if you please."
Placing a crisp ten dollar bill on the counter, Kyle paid the man and
hurried from the shop. As he climbed onto his motorcycle, he could have
sworn he saw the man watching him from the window, dark eyes glittering
in the dim light inside, a tight smile on his lips.
The rest of the day, Kyle could barely concentrate on his work,
breathing a huge sigh of relief when the time came to clear his desk and
head for the two bedroom apartment he called home. Locking the door
behind him, he moved directly to the table in the spare bedroom, where
the lighting was best. He used the spare room as a personal library,
having set up several book cases and a large chair with a reading lamp
beside it. Many nights he would spend sitting in this old chair
reading, enjoying a drink or a coffee, and simply unwind from a long day
at work.
Tonight, he had only one book on his mind...
The one he had stolen from the shop...
Pouring a cup of coffee, Kyle settled into the large leather chair and
turned on the lamp beside him, his satchel resting in his lap. Taking a
sip from his mug before placing it on the end table, he reached inside
the satchel and removed the book from its folds, holding it in both
hands. He could feel the slightly pebbled texture of the binding, the
strange warmth that seemed to emanate from inside. He frowned as he
looked at the strange symbols that wrapped around the edge of the cover.
Taking another sip of his coffee, he slowly opened the book, blinking as
a yellowed scrap of paper fell from between the pages. Gathering the
paper from the floor, he paused to open it, finding a curling script
inside:
"To whomever finds this note: All choices that you make carry a price
that must be paid, choose wisely"
"I wonder who left this in here..." he muttered to himself as he turned
to the first page, finding more of the symbols that covered the outside
of the book. Along the margins, many handwritten notes in a firm and
steady hand were written in what appeared to be a dialect of German.
"looks like I may need to get my hands on an English to German
dictionary..." he remarked as he continued to flip through the book,
finding illustrations, diagrams, notes, and always those hauntingly
familiar symbols in long lines on every page. Hours passed as Kyle
looked through the book, finding increasingly strange pictures as he
progressed, some seeming to show portals and other worlds or even other
dimensions of reality.
Looking up from the book, he was surprised to see that it was nearly one
in the morning, though it seemed as though he had only started moments
ago, nearly six hours had passed. He realized how exhausted he felt,
his head spinning as he stumbled towards his bedroom, peeling off his
boots, jeans and shirt as he walked. Pausing a moment to use the
bathroom, he looked up into the mirror above the sink, noting his
bloodshot eyes and the stubble on his chin. Running a hand through his
hair he turned sideways and noted with satisfaction that he had managed
to maintain his lean form despite the long hours at work, and was
possibly in the best shape of his life.
"You need a girlfriend bro." he muttered at himself before moving to his
waiting bed, still unmade from his departure the previous morning, and
falling into it. Closing his eyes, he dropped heavily into a deep sleep
His dreams that night were filled with strange images and symbols,
voices seemed to swirl around his mind, chanting in a strange language
he could not understand, they seemed to be calling to him. A dull red
glow began to grow and envelop him; he could feel it reaching for him,
reaching out to claim him as its own...
Kyle sat bolt upright in bed, eyes snapping open, his breathing heavy
and rapid. His heart raced in his chest, and his hair was matted from
sweat. His sheets seemed to be soaked through, and light was streaming
in through his window. His alarm clock continued to bleet at him,
prompting a slap from his hand to shut it off...
"3pm!? SHIT!" He'd over slept. More than twelve hours had passed
since he fell asleep, and his boss would be pissed! Grabbing his cell
phone, he saw that he had three missed calls, all from work, the voice
mail on the third call was surprisingly calm, telling him that if he was
planning to take an extended leave of absence that he knew he needed to
call in advance next time, but thanking him for letting them know.
Blinking, Kyle frowned and looked at his outgoing calls, seeing that
there was a call placed from his phone at ten in the morning that lasted
for fifteen minutes, but he couldn't for the life of him remember making
any calls.
"Leave of absence? Well, okay, I guess that works... I have plenty of
savings for the time being, so might as well enjoy it" Rising from his
bed, he realized that he had the powerful urge to pee. Racing to the
bathroom, he managed to get seated on the toilet before his bladder let
go, releasing a strong stream from his flaccid penis. He also couldn't
remember getting completely undressed, knowing he had worn his underwear
to bed. Shaking his head, he forgot about it, figuring that he must
have taken them off sometime during the night.
Walking to the kitchen, Kyle poured himself a cup of coffee, and opened
the door to the fridge looking for something to eat. Inside his
refrigerator, he found a case of yogurt, a new gallon of milk, something
from the butcher's shop down the street, and a bottle of jim beam. Now,
where had that yogurt come from? Oh well, he thought to himself as he
opened the case and took a container from the box. Pulling a spoon from
the drawer, he opened the carton and took a bite of the yogurt. Hmmm,
not bad, he thought as he ate, rapidly finishing it off.
Moving to his living room, he turned on the television and slipped his
workout cd into the player, wanting to get his 'morning' workout in
before taking a shower and getting on with studying that book. He threw
on a pair of knit shorts and a tanktop along with his crosstrainers and
went back to the living room, where he usually did his routine. Living
in a ground floor apartment made things easier, as he didn't have to
worry about anyone underneath his unit complaining about the noise, and
for the past few months, the unit above his had been vacant.
Slipping his earbuds in, he got started on stretching before his
workout, just zoning out, and pushing himself harder than usual through
the explosive plyometrics of the routine. After completing the session,
he found that he felt better than he had in a long time, and decided he
would have another yogurt before jumping in the shower.
While soaping himself up in the shower, he shivered as his fingertips
brushed across his nipples, feeling a thrill of pleasure race from them
through his body. Not even thinking about it, he continued to wash his
body, feeling his cock rising between his legs. He'd always been
satisfied with the length and thickness of his penis, knowing that he
was at least average in length, and thicker than most of the other guys
he had seen, aside from the monsterous guys they got for the porno
industry of course. He continued to soap up his body, one hand idly
toying with his nipple as his other hand began stroking his growing
cock. Feeling the warm water cascading over his skin, combined with the
attention he was paying to his erect member and his rock hard nipples,
was sending him over the edge. He felt his knees nearly buckle as the
orgasm washed over him, pulsing from his sensitive nipples and exploding
from his cock and balls. The waves of pleasure seemed to last far
longer than usual, leaving him throbbing and aching, and wanting more,
turning his quick shower into an hour filled with pleasure, his cum
spurting from his aching cockhead.
"Wow that was intense..." he exclaimed as he finally turned off the
water and stepping out of the shower onto the bathroom mat and toweling
off. Walking back to his room, he decided he was just going to lounge
around today, so he decided not to get too dressed up, and just pulled
on a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and a plain white cotton shirt.
Sitting down in the library, he opens the book again, armed with a
notebook, and a dictionary, he sets about translating word by word, the
notes written into the margins. Taking breaks only to relieve himself,
and briefly to snack, hours pass quickly. When Kyle next looks up, he
finds that the day has faded and it is nearly midnight already. Looking
at his notebook, he found that he has filled nearly forty pages with
blocky translations from the book, and he has only made it through less
than half of the tome.
Shaking his head, Kyle rose from the leather chair and made his way to
the kitchen, he felt ravenous, dimly recalling that his last meal was
nearly six hours ago and consisted entirely of one yogurt cup and a
glass of water. Opening the fridge, he pulled out the brown paper
wrapped package and setting it on the counter. A steak sounded great,
and it would only take a few minutes to broil on the stove. He also
removed the bottle of jim beam and poured himself a glass and plunked a
couple cubes of ice in for good measure.
Idly sipping his drink as he cooked, he mulled over some of the things
he read while translating the notes written in the ancient book. And
ancient was the only possible description of it, as the notes made
plain. The book apparently predated the rise of the Roman Empire, and
appeared to have been written in an ancient form of Runic script that
predated any of the standing stones in Scandinavia, and was only in
similarity to the 'Elder Futhark', or the Runic alphabet of the ancient
Norse.
It seemed that much of the first part of the book was devoted to what
appeared to be enchantments and demonology, making references to things
that the writer obviously accepted as fact; Using the power of 'Gods'
and other beings of power in order to effect changes in our realm of
understanding or the 'middle earth' on which we live. Other passages
recount the importance of caution when calling on the power of the gods,
as they could be petty and spiteful, and would often require an immense
price for their service. The last passages he had translated had begun
to delve into summoning of particular spirits, or 'weibliche
Kriegerengel' in particular. Warrior Angels.
Putting it all out of his mind, he sat down at the table with his flank
steak and his drink and ate in silence. He finished his meal and his
drink and poured another glass, already starting to feel the effects, as
he had never been one to drink particularly heavily. But since he
didn't have to be at work in the morning, why not? Walking to the
living room, he sat down on his sofa and turned on the television to see
if there was anything worth watching tonight. It appeared that the
local station was running a sword and sorcery B-movie marathon all
night, judging by the poor production quality of the show that was on.
Cheesy effects aside, watching all the barely clad warrior women (a
staple of the genre) wielding swords and throwing cheap CGI lightning
bolts was beginning to have an effect on his alcohol addled mind, not to
mention the effect that all those heaving breasts were having on other
portions of his anatomy. As the hour drew on, and the effect of fatigue
and drink took its toll, Kyle quickly drifted off to sleep on the couch,
the TV murmuring in the background...
That night, Kyle was visited in his dream by a tall, strikingly
beautiful woman dressed simply in a plain homespun dress. Her hair was
the color of fresh honey, and her eyes a sparkling blue. Around her
neck was a necklace that glistened like the stars themselves, and there
was something haunted about her that he could not quite put a finger to.
She seemed to whisper to him, speaking a language he could not
understand, and he found himself nodding in agreement to whatever it was
she said. When he nodded, her smile seemed to fill him, and he felt his
cock rising between his legs again, such was the arousal he felt just
from being near her. This too seemed to make the woman smile, and she
reached out to caress his face, smiling, looking into his eyes. Placing
her palm on his chest, she closed her eyes and spoke "I mark you as
mine, thou shall know of me, and my mark shall be made plain to thee".
Her touch burned like fire from within his soul, causing Kyle to
collapse to his knees, feeling the sting of her caress on his chest. It
felt as though his veins were filled with ice water, even as a growing
heat throbbed within him...
Kyle woke with a start as he fell off of the bed in his room, shivering
in the cool air of the apartment. He felt horrible, nearly feverish as
he half stumbled and half crawled to the bathroom. Barely reaching the
toilet before retching, tasting bile as he wiped his mouth, Kyle slowly
rose to his feet, and gripped the sink with both hands. Looking into
the mirror, he slowly blinked, noticing that his beard was gone, despite
having not shaven for three days now. Curiously, the hair on his head
seemed to have grown an inch overnight, and the tips were frosted nearly
white blonde in contrast to his darker copper red.
"what the hell is going on??" he wondered as he splashed water over his
face, seeking to wake himself up completely. He felt the overwhelming
urge to wash himself, and quickly turned on the shower, making the water
as hot as he could stand. Minutes flowed like the water across his
back, draining the tension and fatigue from his tired body. Closing his
eyes, he leaned against the cool tile on the wall, shivering despite the
heat. Rubbing the back of his head, he straightened in the shower,
turning around to wash the front of his body, still leaning back against
the cool tiles. Slowly, he sank down until he was seated cross legged
on the floor of the shower surround, his head spinning.
He felt strange, and not simply in a way that could be explained by
passing it off as a hangover. Speaking of hangovers, how did he get
back in his bedroom in the first place? He couldn't remember getting
off the couch, and he had been having such strange dreams the last two
nights. His body felt wrong also. Looking himself over, he couldn't
put a finger on it, but something was different. His skin was still the
same tanned skin, his face felt the same (aside from the lack of beard
growth), even the small scar on his washboard stomach from when he had
his appendix removed in the 8th grade. But he couldn't escape the
feeling that something was different.
Stepping out of the shower, Kyle grabbed one of the towels from the rack
and began to dry himself off, noticing that the towel felt scratchier
than he remembered. Putting it off as having not used enough fabric
softener the last time he ran laundry, he shrugged and went to put on
some deodorant and get himself dressed for the day. Lifting his arm, he
immediately noticed something. Hair. Or more precisely, the lack of
it. He had never been one to shave his body, having never felt the need
before, but now, there was no hair under his arm. In fact, as he looked
over his body again, he realized that he didn't have a single hair on
his body, aside from a small patch above his cock. Looking around the
bathroom, he went and picked up the bottle of bodywash he had recently
bought and examined the label. In small letters under the directions,
he saw that one of the cautions stated that it was not to be used in
high temperatures (over 140 degrees) as there have been reports of side
effects occurring in a small number of consumers. Taking the time to
take proper inventory of his body, he also noticed that his nipples
(which had always been on the large size for a guy) looked slightly
puffy and looked as though they were enflamed and irritated.
Thinking that it was simply another result of using the body wash, he
quickly forgot about it and walked to his room to get dressed. Opening
his dresser drawer, he rummaged around a bit before he found pair of
underwear, pulling them up his legs, he immediately noticed that they
seemed to fit a bit more snugly in the seat than he remembered, and the
material felt scratchy as well. It made sense, as they had last been
washed with the towel he dried off with, and had likely not received
enough softener. Deciding that he would instead wear the silk trunk cut
briefs he had received as a gift from a former girlfriend, mostly
because he knew the material would be cooler against his skin and not be
so irritating.
Pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, he slipped his feet into his
sandals and decided he would walk down to the grocery on the corner and
pick up some things. The fridge held very little, and he had been
meaning to go for some time now.
Arriving at the grocery store, Kyle decided he'd pick up a few things in
addition to the supplies, picking up some veggies, a crystal lite
package, chicken, and then down the aisle towards the toiletries.
Picking up a bottle of body wash and a loofah, he scanned the label to
make sure it was designed for sensitive skin, not wanting to tempt fate.
Frowning, he kept finding the same chemical in each one that he had
noted on the one he had used that morning. Frustrated, he walked up to
one of the clerks stocking the shelf, a young woman with a pixie cut
hairdo, and a nametag that proclaimed her name to be 'Ashley'. "Excuse
me... Ashley? Can you help me with something?" he asked quietly, getting
her attention.
"Sure! Love your hair by the way, its sooo cute!" she smiled as she put
the box in her hands back on the shelf and turned to face him "What can
I help you with?"
"Well, I need some new body wash, but I need something that doesn't have
this chemical in it... you know, for sensitive skin?" he added as he
pointed out the chemical listed on the bottle in his hands.
"Well, I think we have a few things you might like." She stated as she
walked with Kyle back over to the washes and lotions, she pulled two
different bottles from the shelf.
"Okay, either one of these would work, they're both formulated for
sensitive skin, and are hypoallergenic. I use this one myself." She
smiled and offered the one in her right hand.
"Great, thanks! I tried this other one..."Kyle indicated the bottle on
the shelf, "Didn't like it at all, thanks for your help!"
"Oh, and you might like this lotion also, helps rehydrate the skin, and
it feels great too." She smiled and picked up another bottle, placing it
in Kyle's basket for him.
What the heck, she's cute, don't want to be rude... he mused as he put
both into his basket and smiled back at her and made his way to the
counter to pay for everything.
Walking up to his front door, Kyle noticed a package sitting on his
welcome mat. Hmm, I wasn't expecting a package... He unlocked the door
and made his way inside the apartment, setting the box on the kitchen
table before unpacking the food and putting it away in the fridge. Then
he took the toiletries he had bought and carried them to the bathroom.
Setting them beside the shower, he noticed for the first time that both
the lotion and the body wash that Ashley had suggested he use were
scented with lavender, and 'formulated especially for the sensitive
woman'.
Frowning, Kyle looked at the two bottles, and then decided that as soon
as he was feeling normal again, he could go back to his old brand, and
he wasn't about to return them, as the store had a 10% restocking fee in
order to discourage people returning items. Oh well, at least they
wouldn't make him itch, if there was any truth in the label.
Returning to the kitchen, he looked at the box on the table. It was
about two feet long, a foot high, and a foot and a half wide. There was
no return address listed, and it appeared to have been sent by UPS. It
was addressed to him, and most surprising, there didn't appear to be an
invoice sheet on the outside.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he retrieved a knife and slit the
tape holding the box closed, and opened the lid. Peeling the paper out
of the way, he arched a brow at what was inside: A box of candles,
scented oils, a box of what appeared to be a jumble of leather straps,
what looked like a woman's makeup kit, and a pair of boots. Knee high
boots with a five inch heel.
"What. The. Fuck?"
Fawn
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