Thread: Hunted & Haunted (whtbitch4u2own & boyo111)

One was spent, as she fell to sleep her mind was too deep to touch. Whatever dreams she had were her own, without his interference or his manipulation. Hovering about her the room warmed and he watched her squirm under the sheets, a pleasing sight if he had a physical form and desire, but that was beyond him now. Even gender was past, he was. Keeping the hollow echo of his past was all that maintained his desire to manipulate the women who stayed in the house, most gave in after a time, then were either devoured or driven mad. It mattered not, he would just sleep until the house was woken again. Another presence came to his awareness, a touch on the grounds and he was in the hallway then to the downstairs entry. The younger one, the sister of the other, returned. Following this one sensed excitement, anticipation. Something that he could touch, use to twist her to move her dreams as he liked. Taylor, this one was. Names were unimportant, they were useful in the dreams when he could pretend to be alive again. To touch and feel. To use them, as he always had. Taylor moved up the stairs and into a room eventually laid down, her eyes closing and as he waited for her to sleep wondered what he could do this time. The brother-in-law who lived here, already he had made them lay together, manipulating the one called Jack. Soon he would do even more with them. As he thought about Jack he felt the connection with him still, like a spiders thread that reached out from the house, since Jack was once possessed there was that feeling of him. Using it he reached out, thinking of how to use Jack, and Taylor. --- Jack sat down with a sigh on the bed. The hotel bed was large, the sheets were tight and crisp and clean, but the bed itself was uncomfortable. He'd preferred Jessica to be in there, but the training session had crept upon his quick. Then losing his luggage on the flight, which had his cell phone charger, the battery dying on the flight just as he got to the airport. It was a hell of a flight, turbulence all around, and on landing he had to rush and train all afternoon. No time to get a new charger, no one had an adapter for the phone, and he couldn't call Jessica on the phone. Funny how it was so easy to just call Jessica on the phone, he didn't know her number, that's what the phone was for. He was not sure he even knew his own cell number, calls from work were forwarded when needed, he set that up a long time ago. As he looked at the dead phone was not sure what to do. Pulling out the laptop sent her an email to the home address hoping she got the note he left in the kitchen. It was a quick night to sleep, he was bushed enough from travel and the flight that as his luggage arrived the next day he was woken up by the bellman who brought the case into his room, still wrapped with luggage tape. Charging his phone during the training was surprised when he was told that he could go back home that night, work felt bad about the luggage and flight that they would cover for him. Sending him back a day early he wondered what to do with the free time. He could go back and spend time with Jessica, or, as a thought took him over on the flight back, he wondered if it was an opportunity to call Taylor. The more he thought about it the better it sounded. The idea slowly worked its way through as he landed, retrieved his case and took a room at the airport hotel. Taking out his charged phone sent Taylor a text with a wicked smile on his face, and a hard on buried in his heart. That was echoed in his pants. Hey T, I'm travelling, but a friend is passing through town with some stuff of mine. Can you stop by the Hotel Hilton, Room 222 and pick my stuff up? Thanks babe, Jack