Mella awakens twice
Mella was awakened by the uncomfortable feeling of something heavy lying on top of her. As she struggled out of the depths of sleep, feeling disoriented and groggy, she realised she could not move her arms at all, as though they were being pinned in place.
She opened her eyes slowly and to her surprise there was nothing there. Yet still she was unable to move and she realised with growing horror that whatever was pinning her down was. She felt it shifting its weight and then a hot, heavy breath on her face. A metallic scent filled her nostrils making her choke, and she panicked trying to pull herself free from her unseen attacker.
“Mella mon amour, ne luttez pas”, a familiar voice whispered huskily into her ear, her entire body stiffening, the hair rising on the back of her neck. It was the voice that spoke to her, inside her head.
“Vous êtes la mienne”, she felt a icy hand stroking her forehead, gently brushing back the hair that had fallen into her eyes. She thought this might be a chance to escape, but as she struggled to push him from her the hand came down faster than she thought possible, resuming an iron grip on her arm.
Her heart pounded in terror, her body trembling all over. The same hand that had been stroking her face, now ran slowly down her side, over her hip. She heard a growl from above her, and suddenly he was kissing her neck, ferociously, his tongue rasping over her skin, his teeth biting into her.
She was shocked by a sudden wave of desire that shuddered through her, and the moan that found its way out from between her lips.
The grasp that had been holding her was released, but now his arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his hard, cold body. She did not how they came to be there but her arms were around him too, feeling the chill of his skin on hers, her hands tangled in a long mane of hair.
Then she felt a hot mouth pressed against hers, the taste and smell of blood was overwhelming. She did not know whether it was her blood, nor did she care if it was. She was drowning in it, suffocating, but it was a death she welcomed, opening her mouth as it poured into her.
Mella awoke again in a place she did not know. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting she saw she was standing in the ruins of some great building. A cool wind, signaling the coming Autumn, ripped at her flimsy nightdress and pulled at her long, dark hair.
She was shivering all over, the creature from her nightmare gone, but an unpleasant taste remaining in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to keep warm. She knew that in the last months, since arriving on Mhalwae she had sleepwalked many times. Could she have strayed so far from the ships? She wanted to cry for help, but she couldn’t force herself to utter a sound.
As she sobbed quietly into her hands, she could not help but wonder why God was punishing her.
Ooh, that was VERY awesome, Verity. Very awesome indeed. This Mella is certainly troubled… but who is it that is causing all of this? So intriguing!!
I heartily agree with Mao — this chapter was incredible. She can’t see him, but all the rest is there: the smell, the taste, the sound of his voice and his breath, and of course she can feel his body. He sounds humand…oid, since she could touch his skin and not fur, but there was something leonine about him too with his rasping tongue and his mane of hair. That was a nice touch. I also liked how she was getting increasingly aroused as we were getting increasingly creeped out by his cold skin and all the blood.
I’m wondering now, since she woke and found herself more or less paralyzed with a heavy weight on her, whether she is possessed and/or visited by a demon? I know you won’t tell us! But I wonder why I didn’t think of it before.
One behind-the-scenes question, because I’m dying to know… who was she really making out with on that bed? Was it the priest?
Or some random passer-by like poor Engin?
Yeah that was so awesome Verity, gave me chills all the way down my spine! I want to know who she was making out with as well and how you got them to be invisible, and her at such an odd angle on the bed.
Hi guys… really glad you liked the post
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In answer to the behind the scenes questions… I actually can’t give you an answer because that would give it away… she was actually making out with… well whatever it is
. It actually could have been anyone though… it would have worked… basically how I did it was I set them up making out on the bed and then I used “move_objects on” to pick up… him… and move him out of the way. The couple will keep making out for a moment and then their arms will go sort of weird. I wasn’t exactly planning for this but it worked out really well. So the last few shots were taken just as the other sim was moved away (voila… invisible sim) and then the first few were taking after that when the arms went all funny and sort of pinned down (good thing you can’t see the hands… they were doing really weird things 
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I noticed the arm thing, Verity, as something that has happened to me before. I was trying to swap partners at the time (long story) but, because of the wonky arms, it didn’t work. It’s cool that you were able to work that into the story!
So… this whatever-it-is exists, eh? Since it has a Sim already. Hmmmmm! *rubs hands together eagerly*
Amazing pictures, and that place she woke up in . . . *drools* Beautiful set, there; cheers.
But poor Mella! Always creepy things for her. Does she have psychic powers of some sort, or is there an ethereal being haunting her?
I have to somewhat sheepishly admit that I did not make that set. It is a download from Modthesims. I really love it! Same creator that made the ship I made my own ruin church but it was so cruddy. I’ll put up a pic sometime so you can see the comparison. I am not very good at building, even normal things but ruins I definitely don’t have a handle on. And this was soooo cool.
Hmmm, is she possessed? Or maybe just crazy? Probably a little of both!
Very creepy. I don’t know whether to be repulsed by Mella or to feel sorry for her.
…and that’s why word verifications are a necessary evil. *shakes head resignedly*
Whoops… didn’t see that one for a minute… see you later John1268
I’m just beginning to read your amazing story (at last) and I wonder why the voice speaks french, like in her dream in the convent. Did the people who attacked the nuns were French ?
Hi Francois! Welcome to Mhalwae… I am really glad you are reading my story
. I can tell you that the people who attacked the nuns were not French. And technically, in this world there is no France 
(but I have been borrowing from real world religions, mythology and languages quite heavily (especially languages since I am not good at making up my own like Lothere 
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