In the dark forest

“Are you injured?” asked a voice that was definitely not Kevin’s. I opened my eyes to see the cutest guy I had ever seen. He had long dark hair and deep soulful eyes that were looking into mine.

“N-no” I answered “I’m fine”

“Is she alright, Emile?” asked a feminine voice and I turned to see a lovely young woman with long flowing blonde hair, light green eyes and a bust about the same size as mine but emphasized by a dark red and black corset which went with the gown she was wearing.

“She seems unhurt, Lenoir, but if she will allow me I will check her for injuries” said Emile looking at me for permission. He wants to put his hands on you my mind screamed Say yes, say yes.

“Y-yes” I stammered “That’s fine”

He ran his hands over me poking at times and asking me if it hurt. It didn’t, the exact opposite in fact. His hands against my body were giving me chills of pleasure. Eventually, to my disappointment, he convinced himself I was healthy and took his hands off me. It was only then That I realized That I should have faked an injury to get him to keep touching me.

He stood up and offered me his hand. He was dressed in black with a white frilled shirt which on anyone else would have made them look gay, but on him seemed to make him look even more masculine. He was wearing a long black cape lined with the same color fabric as his companion’s dress. I took his hand (pale as mine, I noticed) and he helped me to my feet.

“Now that we are sure you are alive and uninjured allow me to make introductions.” Emile said “I am Emile Desanguis and this is my sister, Lenoir.”

“Denise” I said trying hard not to stare at this pair who seemed to have stepped out of my deepest gothic fantasies.

“A pleasure, Denise,” said Lenoir putting out her hand, palm down, for me to take “so tell us what happened to you that you would end up **** in the woods at this time of night, yet still be uninjured?”

It was a that moment that I realized that I had somehow gone from blacking out at home during breakfast to waking up in a forest at night without any recollection of what had happened in between.

We sure the fuck ain’t in Kanzas no more Toto I thought.