I recently discovered a new interest in continuing a Tale of Two Cities which I have written quite extensively about. I have introduced some new characters into the story. Any resemblance to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. Enjoy!!!
Trevor ran his fingers down
the young prostitute’s back. She giggled and wrapped her hands around his neck
and hugged him closer. A young lass nevertheless, quite experienced from the
way she ran her hands through the back of his head, fluttering her eyelashes.
“Don’t you want to go up now
Captain Hart?” asked the prostitute, moving her hands down the front of his
pants.
Trevor grabbed her hand and
placed it on her thighs, “Not really” he said dryly.
“Come on, Captain Hart, a
charming man as yourself must have desires for a hot lass like myself?” She
slowly traced her fingers down her fully blossomed peaches.
“Of course, I have desires,”
he smiled warily. A glint in his eyes. “But, I was just wondering, do you tend
to lower yourself to all sorts of men because it makes you feel beautiful or
you do it because you are a creature that has no control of your insatiable
lust for men?”
The colours drained off her
face momentarily, only to be replaced with a huge crimson colour that made her
look like a bull in a fighting ring. She rose from his lap and without a word,
spit on him, missing him from an inch and turned her heels and walked away.
Trevor was used to such
reactions and worst from women. It has become a habit that he finds hard to let
go. Trevor was becoming bored with the norm. Women were all the same. Usually
smitten by his beauty and charisma, they never seemed to get enough of him. Of
the women he met and shared his bed with, some were smart and others were just
plain stupid.
The bar was starting to fill
up with more pirates and their escorts for the night. It was getting stuffy and
Trevor was in need for a breath of fresh air. He grabbed his rum and slide out
the back door like a phantom.
The night was cool and
Trevor felt the cold breeze hit his face as he walked through the forest. It
was a full moon and nature’s touch of lighting to the atmosphere made it so
much calming to his nerves. He wandered where his legs took him and ended at
open space with some rocks clustered in the middle. Trevor had walked a long
distance, judging from the slight ache from his calve muscles. He decided to
rest on the rocks soaking in the natural ambience.
“Beautiful isn’t it,
Trevor?”
Trevor felt a familiar sense
of heat running through his body. A voice, so cold and familiar that he could
never forget it. A voice that should have been silenced a long time ago. A
voice belonging to the infamous, dark master who hold the power of
immortality.
“Grumpel” he growled.
A dark smoke materialised in
front of him, followed by what seems like a human figure and before Trevor
could blink his eyes, Grumpel, the dark lord was in front of him. Trevor did
not flinch looking at the creature of peculiar nature. Grumpel has not changed
since the last time he saw him which was incidentally 3 years ago. He was still
the scaly- looking human with piercing eyes of a reptile. He grinned at Trevor
through his disfigured teeth.
“Nice to know, you have not
forgotten me. Oh wait, of course you can’t. After all, I was the one who played
a minor role in getting Mika killed” he sneered.
Trevor, closed his eyes. He
remembered that fateful night as if it was yesterday. Mika, the wife of a
sailor, willingly came with him on the night of the raid. She was an
intelligent and lovely woman, who stole Trevor’s heart. She was older than him
by age but her enthusiasm was far exceeding that of a young lass. He loved her and
she had always been faithful to him. However, Mika’s weakness for the need for
gold made her an easy prey for Grumpel, whose main strength was turning
anything into gold. In a raid, due to her greed, Trevor lost Mika who, was
stabbed in front of him by his arch enemy. Despite that, Mika still held a
special place in his heart.
“Still reminiscing?”
interrupted Grumpel.
Trevor opened his eyes.
“What do you wanr Grumpel?”
“Nothing at all. Just a
small favour from the Great Captain Hart, but nothing impossible I have to add,
“ he grinned.
“ Stop layering your misdeed
and tell me what you want.” Trevor’s patience was wearing very thin.
“Alright. I need you to
kidnap someone for me. Now, I must warn you, she is an ordinary girl but with a
huge gift. I need you to get her for me”
Trevor smiled. “And what
gift does she have, may I ask?”
“That is none of your
concern. Just get me that girl!” Grumpel’s voice was rising.
“Calm down Grumpel. It was
an innocent question. So you want the girl. Great! But what do I get in
return?”
“A bargain I see Trevor,
well, I will offer you a special knife which allows you to kill Petrina. After
all, she is the one you have a trifle with and I know how much you guys are at
slitting each other’s throats”
Trevor got off the rocks, at
the mention of Petrina. Now, this was one woman, he wanted cold dead. That
daughter of a gun had killed his crew members mercilessly after looting from
them. Which princess would do that? That cunning bitch! He had been plotting to
kill her from the day, she set his eyes on her killing his crew men.
“Deal!”
“Great! Now make your way to
Petrina’s castle. She will be having a grand ball for her engagement. There you
will find what I have asked you for.”
“Petrina is getting engaged?
To who?”
Grumpel smiled, “Aren’t we
all excited? Well, that is a surprise you need to find out on your own.”
Trevor rolled his eyes.
What’s new with Grumpel. He turned his
back to make his way to the bar.
“Oh Trevor, you can’t be
going to a ball dressed like that?”
In an instance, Trevor was
surrounded by a huge smoke of purple and he brushed the smoke away. Grumpel was
gone but Trevor was cladded in one of the most polished silk and great shining
shoes.
“Damn, formalities!”
