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The year was 1406, and Trenian was in the throes of making love to the beautiful Esmerelda. Trenian never thought he, the second son of a poor farmer, would have such a beautiful, rich woman as a lover and potential wife. He had instantly been attracted to her, he loved the way her brown-gold curls cascaded down her head and the way her green eyes pierced his soul. The way her slender body looked in her extravagant dress was enough to send Trenian back to the barn to jerk off in the company of the horses. It hugged her body tightly and moved fluidly when she did.
What Trenian didn't know though, was that Esmerelda was one of the original six, known as the elders. So in the midst of fury and passion, a cloud of doom hung over them. Trenian was leaning back in a sitting position in the barn. Esmerelda had lifted her dress and was on top him.
"I love you Esme." Trenian said as she lowered herself onto his virgin dick.
She paused with his prick buried deep inside her wet cunt. She began to flick her tongue over his ear lobe, whispering words into it which to the untrained ear sounded like Celtic, but they weren't. As Esmerelda put her hand on Trenian's chest, those words did their job.
He immediately collapsed as his soul began to leave him. All humans have two pores on either side of their heart, which allows a soul to leave or enter a body when unplugged. Trenian's soul left his body in a green gaseous ball which floated in the air for several moments before Esmerelda was able to reign it into her own soulless chest.
The year was 1997, five hundred ninety-one years, thirty days, six hours and fourteen minutes since Trenian had his soul taken from him. At this precise time he saw a woman who resembled Esme. Trenian had long since given up looking for Esmerelda. He was no longer seeking his soul for he knew it no longer existed. A soul can only survive on Earth for so long before it becomes tainted, and parishes. That's why humans are mortal; the bodies expire without the soul. But without souls as a sort of biological clock, the body becomes immortal.
The elders figured out how to be immortal. They rid themselves of their souls long ago. Once they steal another's soul, they gain control of it and temporarily put it into their bodies until they create a being to install it in. These Frankenstein type creations leave a lot to be desired and are still very experimental. They often die when they are young or are destroyed by the hunters, a group Trenian once travelled with. The hunters sought these creations with the one aim of destroying them in order to prevent the elders from controlling all of human kind.
As for those left soulless, they live on Earth among us as immortals. Very few are ever able to learn how to steal a new soul for themselves, but Trenian was committed to getting his life back and he learnt how to get his soul back. The hunters found him and it was through them he learnt how to do so. He wanted to be mortal. He was miserable; he could not stay places long because he was unable to age. He had seen the world and all the atrocities that went along with it.
He no longer wanted revenge on the woman who ruined his life; he just wanted a soul and the pretty girl in the black honda accord had the perfect soul for him. She had the same brown-gold curls and piercing green eyes that Esme had.
This town in Alabama had been a resting place for Trenian for a few months. It really was a dire place, but when you've been alive for almost six hundred years, a couple of months is just like a short holiday. Trenian had noticed this girl around town yet had not seen her alone.
He followed her to the local bar, aptly named the creek due to it's proximity to a small creek that ran through the town. Trenian entered the dimly lit bar several minutes after the girl. She was seated at the bar with a beer in her hand. He sat close to her, with a seat in between them. The bar was fairly empty. He didn't want it to seem too obvious that he went in with the intention of picking her up.
He was about to get himself a beer, but noticing that hers was almost done, he ordered two shots of tequila.
"Rough day?" He asked.
"You have no idea." She said, ordering another shot. It was going to be a lot easier than he thought. She was doing a good enough job getting herself drunk, it wasn't going to be too much of an effort for Trenian. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"Nope. I'm from Chicago. Moved down here with my fiancée a few months ago. It's where her family is from. Engagement didn't work out, and I've never left." Maybe he'd get some sympathy points.
"Aw that's sad." she said. Trenian took a sip of the beer he was drinking. He couldn't get drunk and didn't like the taste of hard liquor, but the girl kept downing alcohol and was already a little past tipsy.
They got to talking some more. Mostly about why she was in the bar drinking. Which meant Trenian had to sit through what seemed like hours of her talking about the man she was in love with and how he wouldn't give her the time of day. It was boring, but at least Trenian would get something out of it; a good fuck and a soul.
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