Her Hell

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AUTHORS NOTE:
I want to say something before the chapter starts. First off you may have noticed my writing style has changed somewhat in the last few chapters. This is because of a friend that I have made through the FanFiction forums. She’s helped me work through my own obstacles as a writer, and how to see my own talents. So I guess I just want to say thanks PARANOID....for your honesty and advice.

FLAME ALERT: I got a review, in regards to the term “bumping uglies” which I used in my little note at the bottom of the last chapter. If that offended anyone I apologize. However there are a lot worse terms out there for that particular activity. The story within it’s self is written in what I feel a mature and realistic format. Or at least I hope it is. Those of you who truly enjoy the story I thank you and hope to continue to have your support. Thanks for your time and reviews....now I will shut the hell up and let you get on with reading. :-)

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Chapter 12 : Changing

Her hands were full as she trudged through the ankle deep snow. Her calm spirit grew anxious with each step closer to came to the cottage she shared with Amon. Unsure of how she should act, she surmised she would be better off pretending last night did not happen. To dwell would only cause her heart to ache.

Amon looked up when she entered the door. Her tiny arms stretched around the makeshift packages she carried. She seemed to be averting his gaze, which for some unknown reason bothered him. Determined to be acknowledged but having nothing else to say he asked “How is Marie?” Confusion registered in her face when she answered “Hai, she is well”.

The uncomfortable feeling that swept over her urged Robin to retreat. Shuffling to the kitchen she set about putting away the baked goods she’d brought home. Dinner would be simple tonight, she had baked all day. After dinner she would have a bath, and retire for the night. Today was not over but she’d managed to maintain some distance between them most of it.

The two remained apart until dinner was served a short time later. Neither exchanged glances, neither addressing one another. Both sat in silence as tho they were alone. Robin was the first to finish, followed by Amon who withdrew immediately to his bedroom. After cleaning the dishes and kitchen Robin set about getting her bath.

Amon heard the tub filling in the room next to his own. The thin walls provided for little sound barrier. Her soft humming permeated the wall, drifting to his ears. He admired her ability to find joy in the smallest of things. The innocent musing turned sultry when he heard the gentle splashing of water created by her efforts to wash. The previous evening flashed in his mind, the feel of her body pressed to his, the taste of her mouth. ‘Dammit, I can’t live like this’. Frustration winning out, he huffed harshly be jue jumping to his feet for another retreat into the night.

As he left his bedroom he was greeted by her slim damp form wrapped only a towel. His arousal came full force. His mind reeled, as his restraint faltered. He had to get out, NOW. Pulling his gaze from her, he forced his arms roughly into the sleeves of his overcoat. Leaving the stunned Robin gazing after him.

Again he found himself roaming in the direction of the local pub. There he found solace. Privacy, and temptations he could acknowledge. Opting to purchase a bottle instead he moved his brooding to a dark corner table. He watched as the other patrons mingled and grew more intoxicated. His unseeing eyes focused on nothing while his mind was firmly settled on a blonde haired witch.

The temptation to approach her, unwrap her figure from the skimpy towel was overwhelming. He could imagine what her warm moist skin would have tasted like at that moment. Shaking it off he turned the bottle upwards. His taste for drink to numb him had grown in recent weeks, and months. He knew the cause, but there was no cure....was there?

Robin settled back into her pillows, finding her place in herk. k. Again she was left alone, to read until sleep consume her. She wondered where he was of course, but she had no other option but to stay where she was. He could take care of himself, that she was sure.
He would return when he was ready. She wanted things to go back to how they were, yet she wanted to experience more of what he offered her last night.

She knew it was not necessarily right, but his kisses, and tender embraces felt so right. He had vowed to protect her, be her ward. But she had grown to see him in a different light. They had a bond, and he’d unwillingly displayed his concern for her on a few occasions. His ongoing protection of her spoke volumes of his concern. But was if for her? Or the people around her that he was worried for.

Lack of sleep the night before drained her, lulling her into a deep sleep in the middle of her thoughts. Tomorrould uld be a new day, hopefully a better one at least. Amon would open up when he was ready, and there was nothing she could do to persuade him to do so any faster.


After consuming roughly half of the bottle he’d purchased, Amon was feeling that familiar tingle and warmth. All his senses were numb, all but one. His mind had remained locked on Robin, and after spending the last 2 hrs desperately fighting the urge to go back to her he’d finally relented and given in. The walk took longer than he’d anticipated, but then he was intoxicated. Reality was certainly warped for him at the moment. But he was close now, close to home and close to Robin.

Once inside he struggled to remove his shoes and jacket. Bottle grasped firmly in hand, he stumbled to the sofa to continue draining the contents before bed. Positioning himself so his gaze could easily fall on her door he watched, wishing she would come out. He remained this way for awh unt until sleep wrapped him in it’s gentle embrace.


When Robin woke, she scurried into the kitchen. First task was to begin the coffee. She began to sing softly, encouraged by her light mood. Dropping to slices of bread into the toaster she stood sipping her coffee while she waited. She wondered what time Amon had returned when she spotted his shoes by trontront door. The haphazard way he tossed his coat indicated ist hst have been late. Dismissing her thoughts once the toast was done she settled into her seat at the table.

A slight noise by the sofa attracted her attention. Wondering over she peered down to see Amon sleeping in the clothes he’d left in the night before. Walking around to the front of the sofa she dropped to her knees. She studied his face for a few lingering moments and smiled. Her hand shook his shoulder gently....he mumbled something she couldn’t understand. She shook him alittle more firmly this time. Suddenly she found herself wrapped in his arm. Pulling her towards him and onto his chest he slowly opened his eyes and locked gazes with her.

“Um..Amon..are you....alright?” She asked shyly...she did not mind being this close to Amon however she did mind the tensions these actions caused afterwards. Unsure of what to do next she pulled away slightly...only to find herself locked in place by his powerful grip.

He wanted to say so much to her, but did not know where to start or how to put it into words. He wasn’t even sure what he was feeling, it was all so new to him. The line he was not supposed to cross was tempting him to charge right through. Claim what he wanted, to hell with the rules, or what everyone else wanted. Right now the only thing he cared about was what HE wanted and what SHE wanted. But he had to be sure didn’t he? Not trusting his voice, or wor words he simply pulled her in for a kiss....innocent, sweet, and loving....one she returned equally.

The kiss was broken slowly, his arm still in place around her waist. His breathing was uneven, as he lay silent still gazing into her eyes. A blush stained her face horribly making her uneasy under his constant stare. Dropping his head back against the armrest he closed his eyes. Again she tried to pull away gingerly. He permitted it this time, allowing his arm to slip away.

She stood slowly, still watching his form laid out on the couch. First one step then another backwarhe fhe followed the familiar path back to the kitchen. Sitting silently at the table she nervously waited for him to get up, to say something, anything. ‘ what does all this mean?’ she wondered. In her dreams he confessed his love, wanted her as his wife, they lived happily ever afterut tut twas was in her dreams. With her as a witch, and his lif a h a hunter could they ever live ‘happily ever after’ wasn’t that only in fairy tales?


He was changing, he knew it and had for awhile. His emotions were clouding his judgements and corrupting his actions. Once he would have been angry at himself for this weakness. But this was stronger than that, was it a weakness to feel these things? In some ways it gave him strength, yet in others it brought him to his knees. This was as he could only describe it....’ sweet torture antianting what you shouldn’t have as it’s dangled in front of your face. But if both want it why shouldn’t they have it? ‘ shit this is more than any one man can bear, I’m slowly going insane’ he growled as he forced himself up.

Holding his head he waited for the drunken fog to lift, before daring to walk to the bath. At the particular moment all he wanted was to freshen up. Slowly he rose, steng hng himself he started to close the distance between him and his destination.

After hearing the shower start Robin realized he had not taken fresh clothes with him. After debating for a few moments she ventured to his bedroom where she found a pair of black sweats and t-shirt. She knocked on the bathroom door, only to be met with silence. Again she tried, slightly harder “What?” He asked slightly alarmed. “I have some fresh clothes out here for you” she ed. ed. “Ok...can you put them on the counter?”

She immediately blushed, just the thoughts of being so close to a nude Amon warmed her senses, flushing her entire body. Her hands were shaking as she turned the knob. Steam filled every crevice of the small bathroom. Placing the garments on the counter top she quickly backed out of the door. Closing it with a firm click to let him know she was gone.

Amon heard her leave, he’d been almost ted tod to refuse her gesture for the sole purpose of seeing her reaction to him in a towel again. He had to admit it did something for him to see her flush with obvious appreciation. The male ego in him wanted her to suffer the same agony he was. He did not want to scare her though and chose modesty over desire.

She was lingering in the kitchen when he emerged. Walking into the dark room he found her cleaning the counters at a mad pace. Obviously it wer aer attempt to distract herself from something. She immediately sensed his presence. Looking at him briefly she cut her eyes back to her work. Frustrated with the growing tenseness that was around them almost constantly now he decided things would have to be dealt with, in that instant he decided what he would have to do.


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I know, I know, I know.....ya\'ll want them to get together already. I\'m sorry...I\'m trying to keep things as close to realistic as I can. If this were really happening with two people as complex as Amon and Robin it would probably take alot longer than it is in my story. Please have patience. I promise you guys\'t \'t be disappointed.

I humbly apologize, forgive me.....I\'m not worthy!!