Harndall is tempted
Harndall rubbed his aching head as he unlocked the door and walked into the room. His head was throbbing as it often did in times of trouble. Once again it seemed he had been left in charge of a bad situation and he was having trouble organising his muddled thoughts.
This particular situation was sitting on the floor beside her bed gazing at the wall with an enthusiastic grin plastered over her face. He could not fail to notice the dark streaks running across her face, the drying blood crusting over the wounds.
She noticed his entrance after a moment and turned to stare at him in expectation. A wave of guilt welled up inside him. She expected him to save her and protect her and he had failed her. Here she was, her sanity in tattered shreds and he had been helpless to prevent it. This did not absolve him from his remorse, he knew he should have found a way to drag her back from the edge she had been teetering on for so long.
He brought over the chair and sat opposite here, watching closely the almost childlike glee dancing across her face.
“How are you feeling Mella?”, he asked.
She did not reply only smiled wider, and began to make soft snuffling noises.
“Perhaps we should get someone to come and clean those cuts for you Sister”, he was worried they would become infected, as it were she would probably be scarred for the rest of her life so deep were the ragged scratch marks.
He was surprised when she suddenly stood up. Maybe she thought they would go now and find someone to tend to her wounds. He did not know how to tell her she must stay in this room. He did not even know how he could convince someone to do it, after what she had done to poor Goodwife Cade.
But to his dismay she began to undress, awkwardly pulling her nightdress over her head, fumbling as it caught on her head and arms.
He could feel his cheeks blushing hot, his hands beginning to tremble and his mouth go dry. He had never seen a naked woman before and now one stood before him, her mouth curled into an encouraging smile. He told himself to look away but he could not, his gaze hesitantly moving over the smooth curves of her body, coming to rest on the round swell of her breasts, visible behind a curtain of dark hair.
“Mella!”, he gasped struggling to his feet, “Put your gown back on!”.
Her expression of joy broke like a mirror shattered to a million pieces, and beneath it lay such rage that Harndall began to feel afraid.
“Mella… please… you cannot stand in front of me unclothed like this… I am a man”, the words seemed strange to him, for the first time he truly understood the temptations that his fellow men suffered, that he had thought himself immune to until now.
The look of anger slipped again and was replaced with something more hopeful as she clasped her hands together as though she were praying.
“Yes… Sister… we should pray to God to deliver you from this evil”, he was glad to see her eyes wide and innocent where they had been filled with dark lust before.
He began to raise his hands to pray with her but then she laughed, a grotesque hacking sound that did not seem human. She ripped her hands apart and spread them as far as she could, her face resembling that of a child who knows he is doing wrong but does not care.
Her eyes went dark again, the pupils dilating, her breathing beginning to quicken and she stepped towards Harndall. She raised her hand and softly stroked his bristly cheek.
His breath came out in a sudden rush and he grabbed her hand and roughly pushed it away.
“Mella”, he said in a strangled voice, “Mella please don’t”.
With a low growling sound she wrapped her arms around him, pressing him to her naked body and brought her mouth to his.
He could not resist, his body crying out in alarm at the unfamiliar sensations. He was trying with all his might to fight her, but it was as though some greater force had shackled his willpower, shoving it back from whence it came and leaving him to battle without weapons.
He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent as her mouth hungrily sought his neck. He kissed her again, tasting her, intoxicated by the headiness of desire.
His nostrils filled with the tangy metallic scent of blood and the putrescence of death, the taste of her which had been pleasing before, now soured like milk left too long in the sun. Her tongue which before had been soft and supple was now rough and slimy, slithering into his mouth. Her hair draped over the faces, soft between his fingers was now coming out in clumps where he held it.
He pulled away in revulsion and was greeted with the gruesome sight of death, her rotted mouth grinning widely, her dead eyes staring into his. His heart contracted in utter terror, a moan escaping from between his lips.
Then the image flickered and she was Mella again, soft and warm in his arms so he did not know whether he had only imagined the repulsive sight from the moment before. She was looking at him, her eyes filled with adoration.
It did not matter, the spell had been broken and he threw off the chains that had held his will fast and ran towards the door without turning back.
Whoa! She has completely slipped around the bend, hasn’t she? I had hoped that when she saw Harndall (or at least his crucifix) she would slip backinto her normal self again.
And poor Harndall he feels so responsible for her and not this. I wasn’t surprised that he was tempted. He wouldn’t be a man if he hadn’t been. A naked woman, alone in a bedroom, throws herself into his arms and starts kissing him? Oh yeah, he’d be tempted.
Then when she switched into her “undead” visage in his arms I actually felt myself pull away from the computer a little. Very well written!
I don’t know, that seems like the wrong time for the old natural human impulses to kick in there, buddy, naked or not. *glares at Harndall* I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe that it might have been some kind of spell.
Good writing though… you almost had me convinced there at “intoxicated by the headiness of desire.” It is true we can get carried away and do things we regret later…
Good job with the part where she changes too… that is one of the places where we get the full benefit of this medium. (Is it a medium now?) I had the impression her skin had changed color just before “the tangy metallic scent of blood”, so it was a double shock. And I really was *not* expecting Harndall to be able to see (and taste) her as she saw herself, so like CeeCee I cringed. Glad I didn’t read this before bed.
Otherwise I am quite happy it happened, because it proves that Mella is not merely mad. Even if it means that her madness is contagious, it’s still not an ordinary madness.
But *what* is Harndall going to be thinking now? Please don’t go thinking it’s all your guilt-induced imagination, Father!
*Gapes*
Wow
This reminds me of The Shining… with the chick in the bath tub. That scene scarred my poor child mind!! And now this. Buuuh!!
Very well done, Verity. Man oh man… bad priest! VERY bad priest!!! Sheeesh… I don’t think this is going to get any better anytime soon. What on earth is Mella’s motive? She’s being controlled, but who or -what- rather?? And why the priest??
So many questions! It is sad to see this happen to poor Mella, but someone has got to get the ball rolling. Who better than a troubled nun?
Hi. Crikery! when I read the title I thought that it might had something to do with Valerya I certianalty didn’t think Mella would try anything like that!.
ok now that it appears we know for certian that Mella is possed by some kind of demon I wonder what else it/Mella will get up to?.
Keep Simming!
See ya.
Hi guys!
Sorry if I scared you… I scared myself a bit writing it. If it had been a movie then you would have heard one of those scary violin scratchy noises when you saw her face changed and then it would flick straight back to her normal face. Unfortunately that doesn’t work so well in a blog
I guess I could have written *cue scary violins* 
I think it counts as a medium now Lothere… there are certainly enough people out there writing in this style to make it a medium… I think. And to think I got into all of this because my sims was broken one day and I was so desperate to do something, anything sims related I somehow stumbled across sims blogging. Hurray for the sims being broken that week (but may it never break again… ha like that is going to happen)
At the moment Harndall is thinking it is imagination some sort of guilty vision to stop him from doing something bad that he didn’t want to do anyway… he wasn’t exactly himself.
I haven’t actually seen the shining yet Mao *looks very sheepish*. It is definitely on my todo list but I can’t watch it at night… too scary.
Some questions are going to be answered soon but I fear these are just going to bring up a whole lot more questions for you guys
Well, he’s a guy. And Mella was practically whacking him in the face with . . . uhm . . . yeah.
And Harndall likes Valeriya, or so I thought! Not like he can hook up with either (although the next update looks promising) but to be honest, it’s hard to fall in love with a nun that acts insane. What if that’s really her? (No, can’t be!) But if it is, she’ll be tortured he resisted her advances! (Wait, but why would she do that?) And maybe she’ll be encouraged by him and then force herself on him in a socially awkward situation? (Mella would be mortified, though!)
Harndall honestly doesn’t have feelings like this towards Mella… he thinks of her more in a fatherly (or brotherly since they are about the same age) way and wants to protect her and help her.
Ick. I think that would top the list of Worst Ever Kisses. My skin was crawling reading about that. Fantastically done.
Yeah I reckon… ugh… and I thought my first kiss was bad. It was only slobbery… not dead. Ick. Worst first kiss ever… poor Harndall… enough to make you hightail it back into a monastery
. If only there was one on Mhalwae. Not quite enough monks for that though. One monk doesn’t really make a monastery 
That was his first kiss? Ewwwww! Too bad he didn’t “experiment” a little before becoming a priest. You would think that would cure a man of ever wanting to kiss anyone else, though…
Slobbery is gross… but metallic, bloody and dead… yeah that’s a bit too much to handle. I agree with Lothere, you’d think it would cure him of the desire to ever kiss anyone else. Goodness knows I’d never want to kiss someone again!
Yeah… poor guy went into the monastery when he was about 12 and he hadn’t had much of a chance to get any kissing done before then (still being at the yuck girl germs age).
But yeah… ugh…