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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

"Perhaps we should have a holiday in London," John said.

Daniel looked up from his half eaten breakfast to look at his lover sitting across from him. He knew why he was suggesting it, but he wasn't sure a trip would do anything to help. Since that day in the woods he had not ventured near them again, still unsure of what had happened to him out there. He stubbornly tried to convince himself it had been nothing more than some hallucination brought on by bad memories and exhaustion from restless sleep. He wanted to believe the things that were happening to him were not real, nor did he relish the idea that he might be going slowly insane. Since the day of the attack, he had seen things not quite normal. A shadow moving here, a guttural sound there. No one else in the household was aware of these occurrences, and that only made the insane explanation more plausible. Some days he could ignore the problem, but when it got to be too much, he locked himself in his bedroom and wrote in his journal. Even that rarely helped. In the end, John was his only real source of peace.

"Holiday? Is that wise with the unpredictable weather to travel?" he asked.

"Not so much. We do not have to leave right away, and in the next few months the snow will stop for the season."

"What of the mare? Don't you want to be here for the birth? It will be the first foal born on the farm."

"Daniel, it sounds as if you are coming up with reasons for us not to go." John chuckled and sipped his tea.

Was that what he was doing? He looked back at his plate and picked at the eggs with his fork absently. Leaving hadn't crossed his mind since he found his way to this place in the country, especially since meeting John. Maybe he was right. Getting away from the source of his recent unease might be the best thing to calm his nerves. He put his fork down, giving up trying to eat another bite. His appetite was slipping away as much as his grasp of reality. He stared at the tabletop, not even paying attention to the maid who politely took up his plate to carry away to the kitchen. He caught the soft scent of flowers coming off her as she turned to go. He closed his eyes and shuddered. Oddly, her name was Rose.

"Daniel, are you really alright?"

He swallowed. "Yes. Just feeling a bit off. Maybe I should saddle Shadowstorm and head into town. Just to get out for some air."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded soft. "I think it will do me some good. I haven't went into town for some time now."

"You have been cooped up for a while." John reached across the table and took his hand. "Would you like me to go with you?"

"No, I know you have a lot to do today. I'll be fine."

"Alright. Just promise me if you begin to feel ill, that you return at once."

"I promise."

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Daniel rode at a leisurely pace along the road, purposely avoiding letting his eyes linger on the trees along the path for too long. There were patches of snow still on the ground, but a few warmer days and sunlight had taken care of the thick fall over the last few weeks. It was brisk today and the sky was clouded, but it was a beautiful day regardless. The cool air felt good and helped clear his mind. The more he thought about John's suggestion, the more he liked the idea. Getting away a while would really be nice. Perhaps they could get a little more privacy as well without so many servants and ground workers around.

Daniel was always conscious about prying eyes when he and John were together. John was aware of his unease and never tried showing affection in any form when any of the others were nearby. He felt a little badly for it, but he was afraid of how they might react if they knew their master was bedding another man. Maybe he was just scared of the shame he might feel himself if they found out about their sinful relationship. It was far from normal for two men to do what they were doing. Judgement was always swift in society with such matters, and he recalled reading about men being executed for it. Shame and fear of death. He sighed and rode along, feeling weak in mind and body.

He was falling madly in love with John, and he couldn't even be open about it in front of others. He understood more and more each day why John had left city life to come this far out in the country to avoid such worries. Still, having all the servants around required great discreteness on their part, though John tested that daily. Just the other day he had been out in the stable to give the horses fresh water. John had come in, talking about this and that; Daniel couldn't even recall what he had talked about with what happened next seared in his mind. John dragged him to one of the back corners of the stable where fresh mounds of hay lay in piles. He was pushed onto one playfully and John was on him like a predator, unfastening Daniel's pants to pull his length free to the cold air.

Daniel was glad no one else was traveling along the road as he recalled how it happened with no warning and in such an open place. His protests died when John's mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking so hard and deep it almost hurt. He could remember every detail with clarity. His feet and hands were cold, even his face that was uncovered by his scarf. He could see the small white cloud of breath hitting the cold air with each excited gasp he took. Hay poked at his back where his coat had hitched up with his fall, and against his ass where John hand manhandled his trousers down enough to get to his prize. The sweet smell of hay filled his nose, even the slight smell of manure from the horse stables no more than ten feet away was in the air. So filthy, and so exposed in the cold air, but he couldn't object to the pleasure he was feeling.

Each time he had tried to speak, only a yelp or hiccuping moan would rip from his throat, the loudest when John roughly pushed a cold finger inside him, expertly finding his prostate as he always managed to with ease. His mouth and finger were equally wicked, working him hard and fast until he was a pitiful, whimpering mess of flesh and limbs, hips jerking in time with John's manipulation. In the back of his mind he thought that at any moment someone could come into the barn and discover them in that precarious situation, yet he begged John not to stop, gripping his long gorgeous hair when he reached the verge of release. The orgasm seized his entire body. He pressed his thick scarf against his mouth to muffle the yell he could not even begin to hold back.

His body fell into a heavy warm glow after the orgasm, unable to move, just laying there eyes half closed and taking in deep breaths to calm his pounding heart. He was aware of John moving, hands gentle as he fixed his trousers, zipping and buttoning them back up for him to cover him from the cold. His body was so pleasantly hot though that the cold seemed almost nonexistent. His lover moved up and filled his vision, a sly smile on his lips that he licked the last of his seed from. My God, what has this man done to me?

Daniel squirmed on the saddle, only spurring his budding erection on more. He sighed and unbuttoned his coat a little to cool himself off. He didn't need to get into town with his groin pressed obscenely against his trousers. It certainly wouldn't be proper to be exposing that to public view. He shook himself and patted Shadowstorm's neck as he rode. The horse neighed and shook his head a bit, trotting along a bit faster. Something had him spooked. Daniel looked around, but nothing caught his eye. He gazed along the trees carefully for anything out of place. He saw a rabbit scurry over old leaves and fallen branches, throwing up remains of fallen snow as it ran from something Daniel could not see. Perhaps it was he and Shadowstorm that startled it, but the horse was consistently neighing, his agitation more noticeable by the moment.

He felt his gut clench. Maybe it was a wolf or fox on the hunt. He would prefer a wild beast over what he dreaded it might be that was making Shadowstorm nervous. Daniel nudged gently with his heels and gave a reins a quick shake, urging the horse on a bit faster. Any worry he had about the situation below his waist was behind him now as he felt himself shrivel as his anxiety rose. The closer to town he got the better. If it was a wild animal, it would be least likely to follow him there. His body jerked when he heard a branch snap and frantically looked at the line of trees once more. He saw nothing, the rabbit long gone. He grit his teeth and took a deep breath. He could blow it off as paranoia, but Shadowstorm's disposition wasn't settling as they moved along at a steady pace. At least they were closer to the edge of town now.

A growl, off to his left. Daniel held his breath and looked. It was a wolf; a great looking beast with grey and white fur, muzzle up and barring sharp canines. Shadowstorm neighed louder, head tossing up and down, agitation turning to fear. He reared back, hooves beating the dirt path as if to knock his passenger off his back. Daniel held on, heart pounding in his chest, fighting to stay aloft the frightened animal. The wolf moved closer, growl a deep rumble. Daniel kicked his heels hard into Shadowstorm and snapped the reins in desperation and they were off, full gallop. He heard it was not normal for wolves to approach humans so boldly. Perhaps the beast was rabid, or just really hungry for horse meat. Maybe it wasn't a wolf at all and a monster in disguise, he crazily thought and let out a frantic laugh, hanging on for dear life as they went full speed towards town. Daniel chanced a look back over his shoulder and saw the wolf giving chase. Why couldn't the damn thing just go after the rabbit, for fuck sake? His thighs tightened against the saddle, hands in a death grip on the reins, heels steadily urging Shadowstorm on.

"Run, boy! Run!" He looked back again. Still there, and catching up fast. Was the thing that desperate for food? Would the beast keep up the chase even if they reached town? Surely not. His face felt numb from the brisk rush of air, hair whipping around his face and in his eyes. Not much farther. He didn't want to look back again, but his head turned on it's own accord and he yelled. It looked like the wolf was about to leap, and in a instant Daniel knew he'd be tumbling off the horse if that happened. He braced for the pain, unable to keep from yelling out in horrified denial. Then something happened that his mind could not or would not register at first.

Black and red. So familiar and so horrifying that he wished the wolf had snatched him off the back of the horse with fangs and teeth instead. The shadow that had chased him down so long ago was wrapped around the wolf, coming out from somewhere off in the trees like tentacles creeping out from the darkest depth of an ocean. He screamed. The wolf howled and yelped as it was yanked roughly through the air and slammed against the dirt path. The wolf fought uselessly against the assault, biting, back legs clawing in a desperate attempt to get free. It seemed to happen in slow motion, every terrifying moment there for him to see. In reality it was only seconds, and when Daniel was able to look away he saw Shadowstorm was rounding the last curve of the road that led directly to town. He trembled all over, keeping his eyes ahead, not slowing the equally terrified horse down until he saw the inn come into view.

"Jesus Christ," Daniel muttered, voice trembling as much as his body, pulling light on the reigns to bring Shadowstorm to a slow trot. The horse snorted and shook his head as if to say, 'what the Hell was that about?' Daniel was aware of a few looks he got from the townsfolk. He probably looked like he'd seen a ghost, and in a way he had. Was it really the shadow? And if so, why had it not grabbed him as well as the wolf that was after him? He shuddered again. Perhaps it was just biding it's time, torturing him because he got away. He thought it was over. Why was it back now?! Did he really see it at all? Maybe the wolf hadn't been real either. Was this what true madness was like?

"Whoa, boy," he said, grateful the tremble was subsided as he stopped Shadowstorm by the bar. He got down gingerly, aware that his legs were still unsteady. He tied the reign to the pole and sat on the steps, hands over his face, taking calming breaths as he tried to rationalize it all. It was so real. The shadow was something you couldn't mistake after you'd seen it before. Nothing like it on this world existed that he knew of. He needed a drink and now. He forced himself up, giving the horse a soft pat and a thank you before he went inside the bar. The place hadn't changed much. Lit candles on each table, same old barkeep wiping down the counter, with little to no enthusiasm. Even a few of the patrons from his last night here were sitting around, sipping booze and gabbing about whatever was new around town, which wasn't much in a place so small.

He sat heavy on one of the stools and ordered a whiskey when the old man came over. He put money on the counter without even looking up, gulping the shot, closing his eyes to let the heat of it warm his body. No way would one be enough. He put more money down, enough for the whole bottle and filled his glass again. Getting good and drunk seemed like a good idea, all things considered. The thought of going back along that road to get back to the farm nearly made his bladder let go. He drank the shot. When exactly had he gotten so cowardly? He rubbed his eyes and sighed deep. He could now add fear of the woods to his list. He wondered what that was called as he took another deep drink, not even bothering with the glass this time.

"You're Daniel, right?"

Daniel blinked and looked at the old man behind the bar. "Yes, that's right."

"I thought so. Not seen you here in months."

"I don't come to town much anymore."

"I heard you were living on that farm... What is it? A horse farm, right?"

"That's right." Daniel nodded again, not much wanting the company, but obliging the gentleman anyway. He was providing him with alcohol, so it was common courtesy.

"I was glad to find out it wasn't you that got killed that night months back. You seem a nice enough bloke."

"Oh, well, thank you." He took another swig and wondered if there was a different path he could take to get back to the farm. There had to be.

"I feel a bit awful really."

"Hm?" Daniel looked at him confused.

"That night when you left the bar, I remember it pretty damn well cause it was raining like God himself wanted to drown us all." He went to wiping the bar again. "Saw that big fellow watching you. Saw him get up and follow you after you left. Didn't much like the look in his eyes, but I didn't say or do anything about it. I'm just an old man. I don't think I could have done anything to stop that giant of a man from doing what he wanted."

Daniel looked at him, feeling a warm calm from the alcohol beginning. "It's alright. He robbed and beat me pretty bad, but it could have been worse. The man I work for now found me and helped me."

The barkeep smiled, showing a row of rotten teeth. "Yeah, that's why I knew it couldn't have been you that did it. It's a small town here and it was well known after the doc went to see you."

"Did what exactly?"

"The murder of course." The old man was speaking in that hushed way that was so obvious that anyone in the room could hear him. Daniel stared blankly for a moment and took another drink. He wasn't liking where this conversation was going. "Well, the bloody bastard must have tried to attack someone else that night and his luck ran out. He's the one they found dead."

"...I didn't know that," Daniel muttered, holding the whiskey bottle tight to keep his hand from shaking.

"Can't say I'm sorry the man is dead," the old man said in a real whisper this time. "After what he did to you, there's no knowing what he must have done to other people."

"Yes, no knowing," Daniel agreed absently and drank. One of the patrons called for service and the old man went about it, leaving Daniel in peace. What was going on? He wanted to be glad that someone had taken care of his attacker, but something wasn't right about it. No, he was just thinking too hard. He didn't want to think about anything at all. So he took another drink, welcoming the buzz that muffled his confusion and fear. He never made it back to the farm that night.
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