Nightmare Pt.8 (Adult)
Date: 7/19/98
From: marcos1

Nightmare

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Nicholas Blair heard the voice. It called to him. "Thanatos can't be defeated. The force called death can't be hindered...an accord must be reached." A chill ran down his spine as he heard this, because he had only heard that voice once before and that was in the depths of Hell. He nodded his head in agreement; because he had choice. And he knew this.

Maggie lay on the bed, waiting for him. She was dressed in a white lace baby doll. Her nipples and ample bush peeked through seductively. Nicholas walked out of the bathroom, his maleness was hard and throbbing. "Maggie, I've seen things in my long life that ordinary mortals could only dream about...but the sight of you and knowing that you love me...is more than even I ever hoped to dream of."

"Nicholas," Maggie laughed, "shut-up and come to bed already." She spread her legs, opening her lips with her hands and he could see her delicate nether bud and her dampness.

The couple then proceeded to make love. Nicholas thrust his maleness inside her and following orders, quickly came deeply inside her, filling her with his seed. But then the lights in the room quickly went out. Total darkness fell upon the room. Even the outside light from the waning moon seemed to blacken. And Maggie felt herself filled with something different---something very big--and hard like steel. She screamed in fear; but the creature continued to fuck her---filling her womb with white slime. It had planted a seed. When the lights came on, Maggie found herself all alone. Nicholas had disappeared. She cursed him and his black arts, and felt like he had betrayed her, for allowing this to happen.

Nine months later, living in England, Maggie gave birth to twins. She named them Ben and Derek Evans.

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In 1924, a rich European aristocrat fell in love with a lady. But he wasn't the only one that loved her. She was loved by another. He fought a duel for her and killed his rival, but then became a hunted man, as the authorities tried to arrest him. And so he arranged to leave the country and move to America, taking his considerable wealth with him. But before he left, he discovered that his lady loved another. He came to the shores of Southern California, feeling lost and betrayed. For what good was wealth---without love?

One evening near sunset, Armando Deschanel stood on a deserted stretch of beach. He shielded his eyes from the setting sun. But then he saw her. She was a woman dressed completely in black. From the first glance, he knew---he loved her--and she loved him. But how could this be? How can the heart be filled with love so quickly? They both decided---it must be magic! This stretch of beach contained magic as real--as in the fabled tale of Camelot---it had weaved a magic spell upon them. And so both the town and legend of Sunset Beach was born. It was born in a waking dream. It was born in magic.

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Ben Evans sat in his cyber coffeehouse,*The Java Web*. This was one of the favorite hang-outs in Sunset Beach, where a person could browse the web and drink piping hot coffee. His mind was full of thoughts. 'Now that my evil twin brother is dead...I just hope that Meg and I can put all of that behind us. Derek fell down a very long shaft, and even though his body was never found...he must be dead.'

"Ben," the woman called out. She had auburn colored hair with a touch of gray. Ben looked up at her and blinked. He couldn't believe his eyes. It had been so many years since he had seen her. "Ben, I heard about Derek...and I just had to come. He was evil...but he was still my son."

"Mother," Ben said, sternly. "I told you that I never wanted to see you again. You never approved of Maria and never bothered to come when she died."

"Ben," Maggie Evans said. "Can you ever forgive me? I wasn't there when you needed me. My life has been so hard, a single parent trying to raise two boys...and your brother was so troubled."

Meg Cummings walked into the *Java Web* Her eyes narrowed, as she looked at Maggie. "Ben, who is this?" she asked, softly.

"Mommie dearest," Ben replied sarcastically, as he walked back into the kitchen.

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Madame Carmen Torres entered the cubicle of the confessional. The small screen slid open as the Priest looked in. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," she said.

"Mother, is that you?" The young Priest asked.

"Antonio," Carmen cried. "I've read the cards all night...but I keep getting the same answer...death is coming to Sunset Beach. It's Derek...he isn't dead."

To be continued--