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Title: KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr Naked
Rating: NC17/AU
Pairing: everyone and then some more
Disclaimer: I was smoking some really good stuff when I came up with this.
Betas: Hannelore_K

KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Part III – Just Like You Imagined
Chapter 29.

The nights in the forest are long, and the motionless waiting is even longer. So we were telling each other things.

“What worlds?” I wanted to know.

At first they didn’t answer, so I thought I should start telling them about the worlds I’ve been to. I told them about the bombarded city where those three guys were playing cellos among the ruins.

“I wonder whether they are still alive,” Christoph replied. He recalled how much he enjoyed the music back then.

Now we have the shape of Christoph, walking among pairs of dancers at this ball. We’re pretending to be enjoying this thing going on here, but we are looking for her. Her blood is calling us.

We have a ship waiting for us out there, but the time was passing, gray day after gray day, winter, spring, summer, autumn and winter again. We were as if locked in this forest where it is always a dark winter, while the fields and hills around it have sunny days too.

The days in the forest seem to always be very long and gray. We hid among dead leaves, just as we hid from each other while trapped in one body. We were talking to each other in some sort of whispers – they aren’t exactly words, they are thoughts. But the others can “hear” what we think.

Yet, Flake told me a bit about the places he has been – like that ants colony he was a slave in, and other things that, if I hadn’t been myself through all the things I’ve been so far, I would say he’s on drugs or something.

“It’s the Beast playing with us,” Richard repeated. “It doesn’t want us to get to its place.”

“I was expecting that we ’d have to fight with armies of monsters,” Olli intervened.

“It looks more like we ’re fighting with ourselves,” Paul noticed.

“Maybe this thing with the forest is just another trick, ” I thought one day as I was looking at the gray skies, crossed by big black birds flying to the South and screaming at each other on loud, disgusting voices.

“Then we should go find the ship,” Flake had suggested.

And we tried, but like magic, we couldn’t leave the forest. The moment we’d step out of it, we’d only take wolf shapes or would find all six of us crowded inside a single body, like the stuffing inside a toy.

One evening, as I was watching the first snow for that year, flake by flake lying gently over the dirty-yellow dead leaves, Paul told me about that world he’d been, with the rest of us, where we all were some sort of clergy. I can’t recall that, and he is amazed that none of us can remember it, except him.

“You died back then,” his thoughts whispered.

I could sense his shock.

“Don’t worry, each of you died in one way or another in my worlds,” I said, trying to comfort him.

“Yes, but this time it was the five of us who killed you. We burnt you on a stake…”

“I don’t want to know!” I snapped, and for the millionth time I wished I could get out of there, only me, with MY own thoughts.

I wanted to think to myself that Richard was right when he made it out that we’d rather not tell each other about the places we’ve been and things we’ve done.

Thank god it will be over, I’m thinking as we cross the rooms of the castle looking for her. It’s like the warm scent of her blood is drugging us, leading us to her body of flesh, with that wild beating heart protected by its ribcage.

And there she is, standing on that balcony, alone, looking at the night and the rain. Even if she feels cold, she’s still warm, and so alive for us.

We take the shape of my body. Why not Richard? – But Richard hushes me up as I walk toward her slim silhouette standing there like a spot of dark red on the almost black background of the night.

“It’s your big blue puppy eyes,” Flake whispers and Paul chuckles. Richard hushes them all nervously. He will be the one telling me the lines. What I have to say…

But there isn’t much to say – she looks at me, surprised, fear mixed with excitement when facing something unknown. I kneel, her small, perfumed hands in my hands; her eyes wear a glance of kindness, so much kindness and innocence for what has to follow. It rains heavily, but we don’t feel the freezing water pouring over our white skin, making it glow in the darkness. I stand up – her gaze trapped into my glance. Her body can sense the danger, but it’s too late for her to realize, it’s too late, as I put my lips over hers and taste her, like eating from a very sweet, exotic and perfumed fruit. And she opens her mouth wider, tasting my cold, dead flesh. Her hands cling onto my body, as she abandons herself into this kiss.

We detach slowly from our kiss. She pulls me; we start running through the hallways, she leads, I follow, we climb stairs; we go through secret passages, until we get into this wide bedroom. I wonder where the others are, because I can’t feel them in me anymore, I can’t hear their whispers and thoughts, either. I look again at her – she is so beautiful, with her face like that of a porcelain doll. And I know, I know what will be next for this girl, trying to pose as so brave, not afraid of this stranger, so weird looking. I can see myself, reflected in her eyes, in her mind. I can see only me, with my dead white skin and red glowing eyes in the dark – I’d be scared of myself. I can’t see the others though.

She sits on the wide bed, the crimson red dress around her body making her resemble a perfumed rose with petals made of velvet. Among the bed linen and the skirts of her dress I spot her slim and beautiful legs, the sight tempting me to touch them. Through the different fabrics I feel her warm, vibrating body luring me with the life pounding through her veins. She looks straight into my red glowing eyes, she knows the danger, I know that she knows it, I can read it in her mind, but she chooses to ignore it. As she uncovers herself more, I pull open my shirt, and in that second the others emerge off my chest and shoulders. They all want a taste of it, that magic potion – her blood – that can bring us all back to life, it’s at a hand’s reach. The scent of it and its warmth, the way it boils with life is drugging us; they forgot they could have only wolf shape as long as I’m having the human body.

She emits this short frightened scream, as she retreats on the bed at the sight of the monster I’ve turned into. But then she stops. She hesitates as she is looking at us, as if trying to get used to that horrible image, in order to accept it. And she accepts it – her small, white hand with long sculpted fingers reaches out, timidly, to my face. She touches me, but it’s all six of us that feel and enjoy the warmth of that caress. We close our eyes in pleasure; she gets even bolder, reaching more to us, as we lean over her small and apparently frail body. And she welcomes us in her arms, she allows us to get closer to her skin – on the other side of that frail silky wrapper is the magic potion – her blood. She offers herself to us, as our fangs pierce that white skin, as our thirsty mouths feed on her blood. And her blood – food for the gods; thick and perfumed red wine – flows into our mouths with each pound of her heart. At one point though, the rhythm of her heart starts skipping one, two beats; that forceful pounding fading slowly away.

She is dying.

We don’t have long anymore. We have to get out of here. Soon we’ll be separated for good, how will we sneak out then?

No, wait, just a little more. Just a little bit more. This is so good. It is so warm. It’s this warmth sneaking through our fibers, taking over our minds, intoxicating us – we are talking and thinking all in the same time like one single mouth, and one single mind without even realizing it.

Let’s scare the shit out of the other humans. Yeah, let’s play them a little prank and get out of here. Leave her, she’s dying, her body is getting cold, she will soon be only a handful of disgusting and mushy matter. Her beautiful white skin will be turning green, and then blue; all her insides will liquefy, leave her, stop feeding from her. The dress – and the image of the red fabric flickering in front of our eyes just like the red sparkles from our pupils in the dark.

The red velvet petals of the rose are still wearing her scent and her warmth. We take the shape of Richard; his body bigger and too muscular for that small and beautifully shaped dress to fit. The broad chest of Richard revealed through the torn fabric of the dress – with shaky movements we make it out of the room. We can hear all our six voices in the same time, yet we are not able to realize what we are those thinking and telling to ourselves. Just glimpses of sensations: the refreshing coolness of the expensive marble floor under our bare feet, the voices and laughs, the music, all those heated bodies moving inside their expensive and fine clothes. Richard’s body feels like a ship carrying us through water, gently, smoothly, as we enter the main ballroom.

We enter the huge ballroom and everything freezes into silence. And shock. And fear. Their eyes look horrified at the bloodstains on Richard’s wide chest and shoulders. Their eyes look horrified at the man wearing the remains of a crimson dress, like an apparition from hell, as he walks slowly, majestically to the center of the hall. But under that man’s skin we feel the transformation, it’s as if we can sense the pain of each cell dividing. And the cells aren’t torn in two, but in six, because we are six souls, six souls wanting to get back to life, awakening. Richard stops, and we can read the minds of the audience, we can sense their fear leaving them breathless. Richard’s body can’t take it any longer, the flesh is too exhausted.

It’s now or never!

Richard collapses, but just then we take the shapes of six white wolves. A wolf can run faster than a human. And we run, all six of us, we search our way out of that building, through the terrified humans, running even faster because they are now searching for their rifles to go hunt us. And we run through the stairs, the hallways, all the rooms and the secret passages; a window!

We all jump out of the castle and go straight to the forest.

We cross the park surrounding the big and beautiful castle, running toward the first trees of the forest. By now they must have found her there, lying in the bed, agonizing.

I look to my left – Olli leaves the shape of the wolf, transforming into a human. Near him, Paul has already taken the human form and is walking in silence, as the rest of us are transforming. Six men, all fully clothed.

We should get to the ship!

Then I remember that now they can’t read my thoughts anymore.

“Turn the page, Till!” Flake tells me.

We can hear the people from the castle gathering, getting ready to go and shoot down the six wolves.

Yeah, turn the page; we don’t have time to waste. Turn the page!

~ To Be Continued ~
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