The darker side of town
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Category:
S through Z › Sleepy Hollow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,561
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Sleepy Hollow, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The darker side of town
Disclaimer: I don't own Ichabod Crane and this never happened...obviously. If you find any mistakes keep 'em. :) Oh and I'd really appreciate reviews. You can contact me through e-mail at hellokillerkitty@yahoo.com
Constable Ichabod Crane walked his evening round through the town's district he disliked the most. That ghastly head constable instructed him of all people to take over the night shift in that part of town. Both, the head constable and Ichabod, knew he only did that out of spite. The outskirts of town and the nearby forest intertwined. And Ichabod hated the woods ever since his investigations in the murders of Sleepy Hollow. Nightmares of decapitated bodies laying beneath a tree and the image of the headless horseman still hunted him at night. He'd wake up drenched in sweat with a pounding headache often resulting. He walked stiffly, nearing the town's end. A chilly breeze of autumn wind blew through his dark hair. He pulled his overcoat tighter around his slender body.
Not a single sound could be heard except for the scraping sound of his black leather boots whenever he set one foot after another.the hauling wind rushing through seemily heaped up piles of multi coloured leaves which were now floating the brick stone paved street. The silence made everything seem even more eerie. Ichabod stopped and pulled his pocket watch out of the pocket of his black trousers. He frowned and raised his eyebrow as he read the time. 3 more hours. With a sigh he shoved it back into his trousers. Just then he saw a figure wearing a red cape rushing into the woods. 'unusual, exceedingly unusual he thought to himself as he followed it with his gaze. His instincts told him something wasnt kosher about this.
He hesitated before following the figure as he saw it disappear into the woods but as a constable and a conscientious one at that his sense of duty obliged him to ascertain the reason for such hurry at this time of the night. His pulse was racing beneath the skin of his wrist not of the exertion of running, although he did look rather scraggy, but mostly of the fear he had to face now running into the dusky forest. He stopped as he caught sight of the figure crouching on the dusty ground, murmuring unknown phrases in a language he'd never heard before while drawing symbols into the dirt with a truncated stick. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the figures back. "Turn around !" he said, his voice trembling as much as his hand which held the gun His command sounding more like a request
the figure slid down the hood of it's red cape slowly while turning to the constable. Ichabod stood agape as the face of a young women has been revealed. Her pale skin was in contrast to the dark midnight sky. Her icy blue eyes penetrated his brown ones and her lips as red as blood. Her long brown hair which fell freely from her shoulders shone in the moonlight just like soft silk would. He was completely in awe, hypnotized by her beauty. Her eyes moved from his down to the gun in his hand. His eyes followed hers and as it landed on the weapon he put it away quickly. "Mmmm...Melady I...I could have killed you!" he stammered. Her head sunk but her eyes stayed fixed on him. "But you did not."she replied. She looked back onto her drawing, an evil grin spread across her lips.
"I have been watching you Constable." He frowned. "And I have been waiting for you." she informed as she stood up. Silently she approached him. He backed away about to speak but she stopped him before a word could escape his lips. "shhhh...hush" her delicate fingers reached up to his cheek. They were cold, bitter cold. He didnt dare to move. Then she brought her lips up to his face, kissing his cheek, leaving a wet mark before she met her lips with his. He let himself give in to the kiss. She licked across his bottom lip first and then sucked his upper lip into her mouth, holding on to it with her teeth then pulling away. Ichabod felt as if he was going to faint. His muscles were limp and his legs shaky. She carefully pushed him to the ground and made him lay down onto her drawing
Ichabod felt drunk. He let her take control, not that he had another choice anyway. The girl unhooked her red cape and dropped it. on the ground next to him. She unbuttoned her light blue dress, dropped that and stepped out of it. She stood in front of him only in a bodice and petticoat. Ichabods eyes rolled back into his head. He exhaled audibly. She looked down on him, smirking as she noticed the buldge in his trousers. He covered it with his hands quickly, slightly blushing. She lifted her petticoat, exposing her crotch to him before she lowered herself onto his body, pushing his hands away. she moved in tiny circles, feeling his groin press against her pelvis.
When she was certain of his complete hardness she shifted back a little, leaving a moist creamy coloured substance on the fabric of his trousers. She rapidly pulled them down freeing a beautiful 7 inch long piece of flesh. It was so pure, so perfect to her, she feared that she might alter it's beauty if she touched it with her bare hands, the hands of a sinner. her gaze wandered up to his face, up to his eyes and for a mere second she questioned her actions. Although his eyes called out for her to take him there was something else hidden in them. A warmth she had had herself 200 years ago. For a mere second she felt something else than malicious feelings. Something beyond primary needs to survive. She believed it was what the humans call sympathy. she felt as if she wasnt capable of doing it
For a mere second she thought about denying him, letting him go and finding somebody else to donate his seed for her to retain her eternal immaculate beauty and let her drink from him, let her drink his wine of life for her to stay alive. She thought about it until he begged her "Please, I cannot take it any longer." And it was true. His member was twitching in front of her begging to be released. Without wasting another thought she lowered herself onto him again. Sucking his flesh into herself like a hungry animal. He gasped at the connection. She rode him wildly, moving back an forth and in circles. he had his eyes closed and his lips parted, breathing heavily into the cold air. She rode him to ecstasy before pulling out a knife from behind her back.
she felt him getting closer to the edge of orgasm and as he squeezed his eyes shut and grunted she slit him into his chest, not deep but deep enough to let blood flow. He startled at the same time as he pushed his juices into her. His eyes shot open. He tried to push her off of him but she had a tight grip around his wrists. She leaned down and drank eagerly from him. He screamed like a frightened girl but her head shot up again. "Leave quickly!" she told him, fangs growing inside of her mouth and her eyes turning green. He pushed her away and jumped up. Without even pulling up his trousers he ran out of the forest. She licked the dripping blood off her lips. A tear falling from her face. He was too beautiful to kill, she thought to herself when she felt her heart sting inside her chest.
She drank enough to survive the following day but she knew she'd wake up at night with a burning hunger and if she'd get the chance to eat she wouldn't know for the damn people were way too superstitious to leave the house at night these days.
Constable Ichabod Crane walked his evening round through the town's district he disliked the most. That ghastly head constable instructed him of all people to take over the night shift in that part of town. Both, the head constable and Ichabod, knew he only did that out of spite. The outskirts of town and the nearby forest intertwined. And Ichabod hated the woods ever since his investigations in the murders of Sleepy Hollow. Nightmares of decapitated bodies laying beneath a tree and the image of the headless horseman still hunted him at night. He'd wake up drenched in sweat with a pounding headache often resulting. He walked stiffly, nearing the town's end. A chilly breeze of autumn wind blew through his dark hair. He pulled his overcoat tighter around his slender body.
Not a single sound could be heard except for the scraping sound of his black leather boots whenever he set one foot after another.the hauling wind rushing through seemily heaped up piles of multi coloured leaves which were now floating the brick stone paved street. The silence made everything seem even more eerie. Ichabod stopped and pulled his pocket watch out of the pocket of his black trousers. He frowned and raised his eyebrow as he read the time. 3 more hours. With a sigh he shoved it back into his trousers. Just then he saw a figure wearing a red cape rushing into the woods. 'unusual, exceedingly unusual he thought to himself as he followed it with his gaze. His instincts told him something wasnt kosher about this.
He hesitated before following the figure as he saw it disappear into the woods but as a constable and a conscientious one at that his sense of duty obliged him to ascertain the reason for such hurry at this time of the night. His pulse was racing beneath the skin of his wrist not of the exertion of running, although he did look rather scraggy, but mostly of the fear he had to face now running into the dusky forest. He stopped as he caught sight of the figure crouching on the dusty ground, murmuring unknown phrases in a language he'd never heard before while drawing symbols into the dirt with a truncated stick. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the figures back. "Turn around !" he said, his voice trembling as much as his hand which held the gun His command sounding more like a request
the figure slid down the hood of it's red cape slowly while turning to the constable. Ichabod stood agape as the face of a young women has been revealed. Her pale skin was in contrast to the dark midnight sky. Her icy blue eyes penetrated his brown ones and her lips as red as blood. Her long brown hair which fell freely from her shoulders shone in the moonlight just like soft silk would. He was completely in awe, hypnotized by her beauty. Her eyes moved from his down to the gun in his hand. His eyes followed hers and as it landed on the weapon he put it away quickly. "Mmmm...Melady I...I could have killed you!" he stammered. Her head sunk but her eyes stayed fixed on him. "But you did not."she replied. She looked back onto her drawing, an evil grin spread across her lips.
"I have been watching you Constable." He frowned. "And I have been waiting for you." she informed as she stood up. Silently she approached him. He backed away about to speak but she stopped him before a word could escape his lips. "shhhh...hush" her delicate fingers reached up to his cheek. They were cold, bitter cold. He didnt dare to move. Then she brought her lips up to his face, kissing his cheek, leaving a wet mark before she met her lips with his. He let himself give in to the kiss. She licked across his bottom lip first and then sucked his upper lip into her mouth, holding on to it with her teeth then pulling away. Ichabod felt as if he was going to faint. His muscles were limp and his legs shaky. She carefully pushed him to the ground and made him lay down onto her drawing
Ichabod felt drunk. He let her take control, not that he had another choice anyway. The girl unhooked her red cape and dropped it. on the ground next to him. She unbuttoned her light blue dress, dropped that and stepped out of it. She stood in front of him only in a bodice and petticoat. Ichabods eyes rolled back into his head. He exhaled audibly. She looked down on him, smirking as she noticed the buldge in his trousers. He covered it with his hands quickly, slightly blushing. She lifted her petticoat, exposing her crotch to him before she lowered herself onto his body, pushing his hands away. she moved in tiny circles, feeling his groin press against her pelvis.
When she was certain of his complete hardness she shifted back a little, leaving a moist creamy coloured substance on the fabric of his trousers. She rapidly pulled them down freeing a beautiful 7 inch long piece of flesh. It was so pure, so perfect to her, she feared that she might alter it's beauty if she touched it with her bare hands, the hands of a sinner. her gaze wandered up to his face, up to his eyes and for a mere second she questioned her actions. Although his eyes called out for her to take him there was something else hidden in them. A warmth she had had herself 200 years ago. For a mere second she felt something else than malicious feelings. Something beyond primary needs to survive. She believed it was what the humans call sympathy. she felt as if she wasnt capable of doing it
For a mere second she thought about denying him, letting him go and finding somebody else to donate his seed for her to retain her eternal immaculate beauty and let her drink from him, let her drink his wine of life for her to stay alive. She thought about it until he begged her "Please, I cannot take it any longer." And it was true. His member was twitching in front of her begging to be released. Without wasting another thought she lowered herself onto him again. Sucking his flesh into herself like a hungry animal. He gasped at the connection. She rode him wildly, moving back an forth and in circles. he had his eyes closed and his lips parted, breathing heavily into the cold air. She rode him to ecstasy before pulling out a knife from behind her back.
she felt him getting closer to the edge of orgasm and as he squeezed his eyes shut and grunted she slit him into his chest, not deep but deep enough to let blood flow. He startled at the same time as he pushed his juices into her. His eyes shot open. He tried to push her off of him but she had a tight grip around his wrists. She leaned down and drank eagerly from him. He screamed like a frightened girl but her head shot up again. "Leave quickly!" she told him, fangs growing inside of her mouth and her eyes turning green. He pushed her away and jumped up. Without even pulling up his trousers he ran out of the forest. She licked the dripping blood off her lips. A tear falling from her face. He was too beautiful to kill, she thought to herself when she felt her heart sting inside her chest.
She drank enough to survive the following day but she knew she'd wake up at night with a burning hunger and if she'd get the chance to eat she wouldn't know for the damn people were way too superstitious to leave the house at night these days.