Return of A Tale of Two Cities (RTTC): Grumpel's Offer

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!”