Haunted (Ghostly and Angel Eros)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Ghostly on 18-09-2012, 14:19:14</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Haunted (Ghostly and Angel Eros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 14:19:14</strong>
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				<em>Daniel couldn't move; he could barely breathe. He clutched at the wound in his abdomen rigidly, knuckles white. Every involuntary twitch or small movement inevitably sent a white hot stab of pain through his stomach. Fuck, this was bad. It was getting hard to think, and his vision was blurry.<br><br>"Fuck, he's still alive." There was a faint click as whoever it was cocked his gun.<br>"Don't bother, he's not coming back from that. Let him go slow."<br><br>He recognized one of the voices, or at least he thought he had before all the noise from the house and the storm outside had begun to blend together. He could hear harsh laughter and the slam of the back door, a swift crack of lightning followed by a low bellow of thunder. Eventually there was nothing left but the pelt of rain outside and the raspy sound of his own breathing.<br><br>He fought to calm down, trying to slow his heart rate. Everything was going to be all right. Bullets were nothing new, he'd survived worse. His thoughts were silenced then by another wrenching pain to his stomach. He laughed a little to himself, though the sound came out sharp and cynical. All right, maybe this was a little more than nothing, but he'd be fine. Joey would come back and find him. He would come back, he'd promised... <br><br>All he had to do was hang on, and wait.</em><br><br><br><br>The sky was clear that morning, promising yet another welcoming spring day. A rented U-haul rumbled down a dusty dirt road and turned down a side street, rolling to a stop in front of a white wood-paneled cottage surrounded by trees. Today would be the first moving day the house had seen after decades of remaining depressingly uninhabited.<br><br>"Isn't this wonderful! Not every day I get to close on a house as pretty as this, and for such a nice young man." Mrs. Hern bounced up the steps to the front porch, flourishing a brand new set of keys to the little riverside cottage. It took a little wheedling to get the antique lock to turn, but soon with a metallic click and a triumphant grin the plump real estate agent ushered Randall inside. It looked much as it did the first time she had showed it to him two months ago, from the mint green wallpaper to the worn oak floors. The entryway led into the living room and the kitchen, which in turn opened up into a tree-blanketed yard with a weedy garden. A rickety set of stairs led to the two upstairs bedrooms and bathroom. The most noticeable feature was some rather awful-looking orange and white paisley carpet which ran through the living room. Over all it was a charming little starter house, just waiting to be turned into a home. <br><br>"Are we done here?" Mr. Price, the grizzled former owner of the house, stomped reluctantly through the door behind them. Scowling, his eyebrows furrowed into a furry line. With closing behind him, he was under no obligation to pretend he liked the place. <br><br>"I suppose you can go, the paperwork has all been signed. Are you sure you can't stay? I brought pie." Mrs. Hern turned to him, her lower lip sticking out in a slight pout. She pointed past the porch and into the entryway, where she'd set a pink bakery box on the living room table. "I love closing escrow with pie."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunted (Ghostly and Angel Eros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 17:24:21</strong>
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				He had been quietly looking forward to the big move for weeks. The first time he was able to afford moving from the comfort of his family home to enter the world on home ownership. It was rather exciting to the young man and as the date of the deal drew steadily closer, Randall could hardly contain his excitement. His things had been packed for weeks as he was fond of prior preparation, and all that was left to do was to sign the final pesky papers and be handed the keys to the pleasant country home. He had no idea how such a place had been in his price range, but it had been neglected for a time and needed a loving touch. Randall would provide it happily.<br><br>"I'm sure you say that to all the young men, Mrs. Hern." He commented with a bright smile as he stepped beside the portly woman to the door - his door, or soon to be. The sky was indeed sunny and perfect, making the day that little bit better as he watched the woman fiddle for a moment with the antique lock. It was part of its charm in the brunette's opinion, and he smiled when finally that little click echoed and the door swung inwards.<br><br>"It still looks as great as it did last week." He said with a happy sigh, looking slowly around the corridor and peeking into the nearby kitchen. The decor needed updating and a few fresh coats of paint were needed, but Randall was determined to turn it into a quaint little home, perfect for himself. But there was always one person who had to drag the mood downwards and Randall merely smirked dryly at the former owner who was now clearly glad to be rid of it.<br><br>Funny how a few months ago he'd been loathe to leave such a lovely place, but the young man didn't mind Andersen he glanced towards the indicated pie, chuckling softly. "Maybe if Mr. Price wants to leave, he can do so and we'll enjoy it?" He ventured, tilting his head to one side. "It means more for us, if nothing else."
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