The sun had long set and yet the two of them had remained on the beach, sitting in the sand and staring out at the water. The ruined remains of their untouched dinner lay somewhere behind them, as each contemplated their roles in their relationship.
For Pandora, it was an eye-opening experience. How had a daughter she had never expected to have, come before her and give her the strength and hope she needed to forgive her man? And who exactly was Charlotte to Brock?
So many questions she had that she needed the answers to.
She looked up from where she had been resting her head on his shoulder, and saw the damage she’d caused him…the hurt and pain she had caused him. She reached up and shyly touched the scars along his face and jaw.
“I am so sorry about these. I wish there was something I could do to heal them.” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. “But I understand so much now, why you wanted me to be that way with you.”
He remained quiet, didn’t look at her. Sighing, she got to her feet, dusting off her clothes. Her back was to him as she spoke once more.
“If that is what you want…all I can tell you is that I can try. I don’t like causing pain, I don’t like feeling dominate over someone else, stealing their free will. But I’ll try…for you.”
He still said nothing and she bowed her head.
“I’m staying at the Kahala Hotel, Suite 104…if you wish to talk more.” she added. “Good night, Brock.”
She strode back up the beach toward the hotel, leaving Brock with his thoughts. They still had some things to work through and she sincerely hoped he didn’t shut her out again. She was sure she would not survive a second time.
The waves continued to roll in with the white foam riding up the sand till almost touching Brock’s feet then ebbing away just as quickly. The night hadn’t gone according to play, not in the real sense. In a way he had a chance again, but in a way things would be different between them. Pandora saw what he truly was. Masked well beneath the glamorous facade that she had come to know, the hideous truth was exposed. The Beast. It was what he was. It was what his family were. It…was what his daughter would be. Though more a hybrid – one that held Brock and Pandora’s powers.
Brock’s punishment for his betrayal would forever more be seen. His face now disfigured and under certain light, his eyes had a sickly yellow hue. He was no longer…what women would consider attractive, not that he was ever vain about such things. The wounds were still raw, still fresh. Emblazoned upon his skin. His kind can heal such scars….but he chose not too. He felt the same way inside as he did outside. There would be no more lies…no more half truths. This was who he was. The path now taken would mean….he would have Hope. One way or another.
The young spider demon didn’t watch Pandora leave, for he knew which way she went. He needed a bit more time to gather himself before he would venture back to the hotel.
Pandora’s words washed over him, that she would try to be what he wanted…needed.It was what got them into the mess in the first place. Trying to achieve what came naturally for his kind. The women of his species were dominant. Charlotte was a perfect example of this. It was how it was. Brock had a lot to explain….and a lot of changes to make. He continued to watch the waves, till he pushed himself to standing and then headed back to the hotel. First, he would go to his room and change…then…face her.
Pandora’s apartment – Suite 104
There would be a knock at the door, as Brock stood outside dressed in a simple smart shirt and jeans. His hair still unkempt and that roguish look about him. One couple walked past him in the corridor, then whispered about his appearance. Brock didn’t comment but waited for Pandora to answer the door.
Once she did, he would walk in slowly till standing in the centre of the room. There was no mad embrace, no lover’s kiss. It was time to confess…to tell her everything.
Slowly he raised his gaze to hers.
“You probably have..a million questions. And I guess it would be only fair to let you ask them, but before you do, I need to explain…my behavior.” – he looked down a moment, and stared at the floor.- “The race my family is is known as Bebilith…demon spiders. I’m a demon.” He paused then looked up slowly. “We only change…to what you saw when threatened or…about to attack another.”
Taking a breath he then continued. “Our kind has a matriarch system. The…female is the dominant sex. Charlotte, my aunt is…the current Matriarch. She is the keeper and carer of the entire family. As I mentioned long ago, my mother died after childbirth from a virus. Ever since then Charlotte has played a key role in caring for our well being. It’s…why she came when she did….and it’s why she…had our daughter.”
Now was the tricky part. How did their daughter cross time?
“One of our abilities is to move from one plane of existence to another. Our…daughter can do it, like I can.”
“I should have explained…why…I asked you to…dominate me. It wasn’t cause I am some guy who is into kinks…I…experienced a need…that came from being what I am.” He sighed, for he knew her feelings on it. “I can fight..my own instinct if it means that you will have me again.”
What would she say?
The walk back to her room was slow and steady as she became lost in her own thoughts. Would he come see her, as she hoped? Or would he need more time?
So many revelations made this night…and in space of a few hours. Life was certainly full of surprises.
Reaching her door, she was about to press the key into the lock when she heard something strange…a rhythmic thumping noise coming from the direction of Jason’s room. Frowning, she stepped away from her own door and moved down the hall. The noises were louder and they were definitely coming from his room. She reached a hand up to knock when she was startled from doing so by a sharp feminine cry coming from behind the door.
“Yes! Oh God, Jason!”
Stunned and wondering what the hell went on between those two while she was away, she quietly crept away from the door and went to her own room, a wry smile on her face.
She stripped out of her dress and ducked into the shower to wash the grime and sand off of her body.
Once cleaned and dried again, she slipped into her nightie and then a short robe before she ran a comb through her damp hair. She had just finished doing that when there was a tentative knock on her door. Nervous, she set down the comb and got to her feet, approaching the door slowly.
She grasped the knob and took a deep breath before she opened it to see Brock standing on the threshhold. In the light of the room, the scars stood out in stark relief against his skin and yet he never looked more handsome. She stepped aside to allow him entry before closing the door.
He stood in the center of the room, not moving to embrace her, which she was slightly thankful for, given the chaotic nature of her thoughts. He seemed to be gathering himself before he finally brought his gaze to hers. She felt her heart sink as she took in the yellowish hue of one of his eyes. Was that her doing, or the result of his spider demon? She swallowed past the lump in her throat and waited for him to speak.
And speak he did, explaining to her who and what he was, his family geneology and how their daughter was able to come to this plane of existence. He even explained why he had wanted her to dominate him, it was how their society worked.
It went a long way to explaining why he had wanted her to be that way with him.
“I can fight..my own instinct if it means that you will have me again.”
She was silent for a few moments as she gathered her thoughts. But there was simply only one thing she could say.
“Why didn’t you tell me all this sooner, Brock? Did you think I wouldn’t understand? Leave you? Call you a liar? What?” There was no anguish or anger in her tone. It was genuine curiosity and concern. She really wanted to understand him more. If they had that, they would be able to move on. He would be able to hear the concern in her tone.
“Why didn’t you tell me all this sooner, Brock? Did you think I wouldn’t understand? Leave you? Call you a liar? What?”
Brock sighed and then he explained the truth from his perspective.
“I don’t know if you remember…but, you are the first real relationship I have had. I learnt from my brothers how women reacted to the …truth. Orson…he just is able to control himself I guess, either that or he is a total man whore.”
This might have brought some laughter from Pandora, maybe not.
“I tried to be how human men are….taking their ladies to dinner, lunches..cooking food…women like that, I think.”He was trying not to dig a hole too deep, but either way at least it was the truth. “I was afraid you wouldn’t understand if I acted like…I’m supposed too. It’s hard living as something you’re not..”
He rang his hands as he spoke, and then winced as one of the scars seemed to be weeping. Then came the horrible part of his confession. “Then when I went into Simone’s room…bathroom was littered with images of dominating…she..uhm…and, I don’t know what came over me.” it was probably dangerous ground on which to be treading, but he felt he needed to be heard.
You probably didn’t want to hear that….”
“I don’t know if you remember…but, you are the first real relationship I have had. I learnt from my brothers how women reacted to the …truth. Orson…he just is able to control himself I guess, either that or he is a total man whore.” he grinned, somewhat shyly at her.
Pandora couldn’t help herself. She chuckled at that. Having met Orson the one time, she got the sense he didn’t care what woman warmed his sheets so long as he had one to do so.
Brock took a deep breath and continued speaking; how he tried to be like a normal, mortal man – trying to do the things those men do, such as dates and cooking.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t understand if I acted like…I’m supposed too. It’s hard living as something you’re not..”
She watched his hands twist together and stared at him critically when one of the wounds along his cheek seemed to break open and begin weeping. If he didn’t take care of it, infection was sure to set in. She frowned and got to her feet as he continued speaking, going into the bathroom and getting the first aid kit the hotel left for their guests to use if needed. She returned to the room and took Brock’s hand, pushing him to sit upon her bed.
She let him continue talking as she poured some anticeptic upon a sterilized cloth.
“Then when I went into Simone’s room…bathroom was littered with images of dominating…she..uhm…and, I don’t know what came over me….You probably didn’t want to hear that….”
She dabbed at the wound on his face as she thought about what she would say.
“No…I didn’t want to hear about it…but I’m glad you told me.” she stated in a soft voice. “And I understand now…your instincts were calling to you. And she’s pretty domineering. Doesn’t excuse what you did, mind you. But I understand it. And Brock…” she turned his face so that she could see his eyes, “I do know what it’s like to try to be something you’re not. My mother tried to sell me out to her child-raping, drug-addicted husband. And I kept that secret deep within me for a long time. I tried to be the tough bitch everyone was used to seeing…but you…tore down the walls that I built like they were tissue paper. You made it seem so easy.” She ran her fingers through his hair, marvelling at its soft texture. “I think that’s when I realized that I was starting to love you. And I tried to hide that too.”
She taped a dry bandage over his face, after applying some first aid gel to keep the wound clean. It was the least she could do for causing his injuries. She didn’t know that he could have healed them with a thought. He did not move from her side and feeling empowered, she pressed a light kiss to his forehead.
Brock sat perfectly still as Pandora cleaned the wound. it stung each time she pressed the cloth against her skin. He didn’t speak as she accepted what he had told her. He had been hiding his true self for so long that he had forgotten what he was. The truth in a way was liberating. Brock’s eyes darted to hers and held them.
“The time apart from you taught me a lot. About myself, and all I had done wrong. Not just with you but with others. I let my anger lash out and…instead of being true, I made it worse.” As she pressed her lips to his forehead he closed his eyes, and a single tear fell. It rolled down over the cleaned wounds and through it.
“I could say I am sorry every day for the rest of my life….or I could be a better man, and step up like I should have.”He opened his sickly yellow eyes and whispered. “I just want to find my way back to you.”
A single light was on in the room, lending an almost intimate setting between the two of them. She drew back from her kiss to see a tear roll down his cheek, soaking into the bandage on his face.
“Brock…” she whispered, but he continued to speak as if he hadn’t heard her.
“I could say I am sorry every day for the rest of my life….or I could be a better man, and step up like I should have…I just want to find my way back to you.”
And just like that, his words freed her heart from the pain she had suffered for the past week. She got to her feet, returning the first aid supplies to the bathroom and disposing of what she had used. She didn’t return to his side right way. She moved to turn off the light, allowing the moon to provide all the light they needed.
She moved to stand between his spread legs, close enough that he could smell the lavendar lotion she used from her shower. She reached for the tie of her robe, slowly drawing it away from her body and allowing the material to slide down her arms. She caught it with one hand and tossed it away from her. She stood before him in a simple nightie. It wasn’t her usual black, but a nice floral pattern that had never been seen on her body, ever.
She spoke not a word and when it looked as if he wanted to say something, she gently pressed a finger to his lips and shushed him.
She reached for his hands and rested his palms on her shoulders, before dropping her own hands. She had just given him permission to touch her in any way he wanted.
A moon beam illuminated the beauty that was Pandora. In a light slip of fabric that was so soft and pretty. Flowers of spring woven into silk. No words left his lips for she had already silenced him with just a simple finger. Taking his hands and placing them upon her shoulders and then letting her hands fall free. His large calloused digits ran over the silky smoothness of her skin. So warm beneath his fingers. Her supple shoulders so rounded and he let his hands smooth over her gentle curves before bringing a hand back up to place behind her neck – fingers feeling their way through her hair. She smelt so wonderful; of lavender and this relaxed him further. Gently he pulled her towards him as he enjoyed what would be the first kiss that night of many. Lips pressed to hers as he savored her taste.
Brock could feel her surrender as she would return his kisses with her own. His other hand ran down her spine till resting upon her rounded globes, which he caressed lovingly. There was no rush..no burning need to be sated. Brock wanted to enjoy her…this single moment. For it was the beginning of their new found love. Brock would show her this night what true love was. He pledged his heart and soul to her at that moment. Never again to venture from her side.
Their love…was a love worth fighting for.