The Solitarian: Part 1 of The Amaranth Series (14 page)

The sun starts to rise and strut its dawning beauty. Keyan drives down and into the entrance carefully admiring the complex design of the wall inside of the winding cave. I can see the tracks from maybe a truck or whatever machine carved out the long curved underground tunnel. As I spot the light at the end the car passes through. The sight is unreal. It resembles the beautiful unforgettable spring in Palasca. The only difference is that it is huge and has a community built around it. There are amazingly crafted huts and wooden canopies. It appears to be a whole little colony inside of a town. And as we park the car a group of half-naked people approach. Keyan hurries out and around the car to help me. I step out of the car as he opens my door. Nadia and Orion get out and they’re smiling from ear to ear. A watch a young woman hug Nadia and shake Orion’s hand. A man that is close behind her kisses her cheek and hugs him as well. I quickly figure that this must be his brother and possibly his bride. Keyan grabs my hand and holds it tightly. We slowly walk following the group as they celebrate Orion and Nadia’s entrance. We follow them down a path with gorgeous flowers and trees aligning the walk. I spot a grassy area in the distance and notice a band of children playing.

I smile at the love that is displayed here. The mothers all sit by on the grass watching their babies as they play in the early morning sun. Keyan lifts my hand and lightly plants kisses on it. It is something that I love about him. His affection is perfect. I know that he feels the fuzzy feelings that I’m experiencing. I’m starting to accept the fact that he knows what I’m thinking and feeling without having to say a word. We follow behind a group of three women and four men. They escort us up a hill of incredibly well made huts. They have handmade furniture and leafy beds. It sounds barbaric but it is unbelievably breathtaking. No one actually addresses us directly. They speak on the verge of air that travels up between us. I notice that the women occasionally steal glances at my Keyan. The hunger is evident. They know who he is and he is most likely in more trouble than he would be out in the world. This stint will be very short I promise. I take a moment to get a glimpse of his handsome face. A slice of his hair has escaped and is dangling over his brow. His hair looks shiny almost wet. I see why the women would want him. Besides the fact that he is the key to their eternal being he is absolutely delicious. I take a single finger and slide the escapee back into place. I like his hair even better now that it is slowly growing back. He should leave it this way. I find it terribly irresistible.

“Then I will leave it this way my love.” He answers my silent thoughts.

“Good.” I blush.

“Welcome…welcome!” A tall blonde haired man yells out as we approach his hut. “You must be Keyan McGrath. The only known aboriginal that is alive. I’m Tarek. The leader of this community. And besides you, the longest living Amaranth in America. Come inside so that we may speak.” He grins and I see all of his perfect teeth. He is quite a looker. His blonde hair is perfectly wavy and is brushed neatly straight back. It lies on his head like it is sunbathing on the beach. His sea foam green eyes capture you if you stare at him for longer than a second. And his spiral life-ring is not the sparkling, bright white like lightning ring that Keyan possess. It is in fact dimmed a little. He is in great physical condition. He is only wearing a cloth that covers his family jewels and I’m not speaking of the one’s like Keyan’s parents. His cullions are just dangling for the world to see. At least those that live in his world. I can’t say that I’m offended because he makes it appear as sensual as a woman’s bare breasts. Keyan nudges me. I rip my eyes from his package and onto my love.

“You are very naughty love.” I cover my mouth and he grins.

“So…” he says as he sits in a huge chair placed in the center of his hut. “Would you like to take up residence here in Amaranthland? I hope you like the name I came up with it myself.” He arrogantly leans over and whispers in a red head’s ear. She smiles and exits. “I came to America about forty years ago. My mother was slain in Russia when I was thirteen. I never met my father because they killed him while I was inside of my mother’s womb. I tried to find you Keyan but I couldn’t. My mother told me stories of the McGrath family and that they were the last of the aboriginals. The Order of the Falcons were almost successful at eliminating our species. But because you got away and stayed away we have hope for our future.”

“I can’t see how that is possible with just me.”

“You have infected this young woman. And soon she will have children. Our kind will have immortal life once more. No more murder. Nothing will ever hurt us again.”

I sense something from Keyan. He is alarmed. “We can’t restore immortality in one generation.” I add.

“Oh but when we are all infected by Keyan we can be what we once were.”

“That is impossible. One man cannot change the DNA of hundreds of Amaranthine’s.”

“No but if he mates with just one of our females we will do the rest. He would be saving his own species. Right now if he died all hope would be gone. This is why we wanted him here. He is safe here. You both are safe here. You are officially the only female to be activated by an aboriginal in over a century.” He shakes his head as he watches me. Even though he appears to be an eighteen to twenty year old. I can see the harshness of life on his face. The Amaranth species are deteriorating and Keyan is the only solution. He squeezes my hand as Tarek speaks. We both are feeling trapped. Tarek notices the alarm and attempts to calm us.

“So I have a place prepared for the two of you. We hope that you will consider helping your species thrive as we once did. But it will be your choice. Ladies escort our distinguished guests to their quarters.” the woman is wearing white fabric that ties across the very center of her breasts. You can see the spillage underneath as well as her enormous cleavage over the top. She has matching fabric wrapped around her waist. It rests just above her plump behind. There is even a split that rises and stops at her hip. She isn’t wearing underwear much like everyone else here. I can see the hint of curly pubic hair. I rip my eyes away when she spots me looking her over. The rest of the women in this harem is dressed identical to her, only she has a fancier fabric. She must be Tarek’s mate.

“That lovely lady that will be escorting you to your hut is my beautiful number one, Harrah.” She smiles and I roll my eyes. Not only is her body a killer, she is absolutely gorgeous. She has long black hair that sways across her bottom as she moves. Her eyes are dark they almost appear black, which makes her life-ring easy to spot. She nods and we follow.

We walk up a hill and there are a private group of huts that are unoccupied. She walks ahead never looking back. I glance over to check to see if Keyan has noticed her enticing body as I have. He keeps his eyes forward. Of course he knows what I’m thinking so he doesn’t look.

“No. I only have eyes for you McKenna Duvall.” He smirks while kisses my hand again. My stomach flutters. I pull him closer, wrapping my arm around his and lie my head onto his shoulder.

We step inside the hut and it is very nice. There is a bed in the corner and various pieces of handmade furniture scattered about. The woman nods and the others leave. She holds the door for a moment and fixes her dark glare onto Keyan. She smiles without saying a word and exits. Her evil menacing gaze causes me to feel uneasy.

“Listen McKenna. We are going to be fine. We will stay for a few days and then continue on our way. Okay? I will protect you.”

“It’s not me that I’m worried about Keyan. They want you to sleep with their women. They want your abilities for themselves.”

“They can’t have it. Not unless I give it to them. So stop worrying. We can lay low here. The Order’s reach hasn’t broken through his defenses for years, so we can at least relax and enjoy one another for now. Now let’s get you undressed so that I can see what now belongs to me and only me.” I smile and start to remove my clothing.

He grabs each garment as I remove it. When I get to my blue jeans I unzip them slowly and remove them carefully. I’m left in only my underwear. He drops down in front of me onto his knees. He takes his hands and slowly slide them across my waist around to my bottom. He rests his head onto my belly and inhales. He hugs my waist as I run my fingers through his hair. He starts to kiss my thigh. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his lips on my skin.

“Finally I can have you again. I want to make love to you McKenna.” He breathes.

He slides his pointer finger up into the elastic of my panties. He hooks them and slide them down. I step out of them. He plants kisses on my field and reaches up between to cope a feel. I close my eyes and bite down on my bottom lip. He squeezes my behind and brings me closer to his mouth. I step away, breaking his grip. There is something that I want to do for him. It is something that Rylan begged me for. But because Keyan will be mine forever, I will gladly give it to him. I kneel down meeting him eye to eye on my knees. I kiss his forehead and then his lips.

“Lie down on the floor.” He smiles reading my thoughts. He lies back and props his hands behind his head. I began to strip his clothes from his body without assistance. First his pants then his boxers. He is enjoying this treatment. I leave only his t shirt on. I reach beneath it to feel his amazing abs. My tiny hands glide along his rippled body. I feel hunger rise as we both reach a level of passion deep inside. I fling my hair so that it rests on one side. I grab a hold of his joystick and begin to massage it. I stroke it with one hand then add the second. Slowly I twist and grope causing him to linger on the brink of eruption. The feelings that he is feeling is overwhelming me. I replace my hands with my lips. I open my mouth and slide my tongue across the tip. I ease him into my mouth, clenching my moist lips around it. I turn my head as I pull my lips together gripping him tighter. I slurp him in gently yanking and pulling at him. I bob my head as I work him with my mouth. He can’t take the intense sensations from us both. Before I can get a grip and go in for the kill he explodes onto me. I take the shower of his existence. It gives me pleasure that I’m the one and only Amaranth that will be administering pleasure and receiving the gift that every Amaranthine female desires. He quickly slips his shirt off and patiently cleans me. He kisses my forehead and pulls me down onto his chest. We fall asleep right there naked and basking in our aftershocks.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to this.” He says stroking my mussed locks. I slowly glide my hand across his chest as he continues. “This is the best feeling in the whole world. I can’t believe that I was willing to stay inside of that cave depriving myself of so much passion and gratification. I feel so alive when we’re making love. It is almost too intense to bear. I find myself brought to tears.” he gently pecks at my hair.

“I know. It almost too good to be true. I never want this to end Keyan. I want us to stay together no matter what the cost.”

“I will have to have my life-ring severed to leave your side.” I snuggle into his arms and close my eyes.

Soon Keyan’s life flood me again. This time vivid visions of his mother and father haunt me. I start to moan, toss and turn. They are both here in the hut with us.

“My darling McKenna. Thank you for rescuing our son. We couldn’t rest with him wasting away inside of that prison that he had created for himself. You came along just as you should have, and gave his life purpose again. Please use all of your senses and never second guess your natural instincts as an Amaranth. It is the very reason you were able to locate him. Because of the things that your father did to you, you are different from us. You are a more advance version of an aboriginal. We will never be able to reach out to you again so please heed these words. We need to be laid to rest. Our souls are greatly disturbed.” His mother’s voice sings to me like an angel. Then his father interjects. “You have to leave here as soon as possible….” His words are cut short by a dark entity. I sit straight up and Keyan is sweating.

“What the fuck was that?” I say.

“I have no idea my love, but I have never experienced it before.” I can’t seem to get back to sleep after that mortifying dream. Is it possible for Amaranth aboriginals to return from death? How will we know?

Keyan helps me celebrate my 18
th
birthday as best he can inside of the compound. The day comes and goes. I can’t really say turning 18 has affected me. Since the day that I met Keyan I have felt like a woman. A little over three weeks has passed and I could get used to living here. There really is nothing to gripe about. There is food and drink. I have clothes something the other women are not fond of. As a matter of fact the men like being practically nude as well. Orion and Nadia has been too engulfed in their new home to visit or stop by to say hello. But I can appreciate the need for privacy. It has probably been years since they could enjoy one another. I assume that they are entangled in a fit of passion, because Keyan and I are certainly enjoying the time to make love, a lot! I see the women watching him like a pepperoni pizza. They are dying to get their grubby hands on my man. It will probably be wise to start to find somewhere else to go and soon. I will miss this paradise for our kind but the odds of someone trying to nab our DNA is becoming more and more evident.

Wednesday October 2
nd,
2013,
I decide to take a walk through the compound. I leave Keyan fast asleep in the hut because we have been running nonstop since we arrived. The Amaranthines here sure does know how to party. I stroll along the grassy paths as I think about how life is playing out so wonderfully. Maybe we could live here for a few years. Tarek has respected our decision not to mate with them for now. He has even been having celebration after celebration for us. Keyan is partied out. That is why I am up and he is in the hut still fast asleep. I spot a baby girl playing along a stream of water and I hurry over to join her. She is the cutest little girl. She has to be about two or three. Her hair is fiery red. And who knows who her parents actually could be. The Amaranth around here sleep together carelessly. No one really has a set mate. I bend to play with the child and she smiles. She points to my eyes and smile.

“Stars! Stars!” She yells. I smile as she references my life-ring. I play with the little girl for a while until her caregiver comes for her. I wave as she is carried away by a girl that is only about fourteen. I sit down on the grass and dip my feet into the water. Suddenly a voice calls out to me.

“McKenna?” I turn to face Tarek. I haven’t had any direct communication since the day that we arrived. “I’m so happy that you two have been enjoying safety and solitude here at the compound. Have you and Keyan decided whether or not this will be your permanent residence?”

“We have. Keyan thinks that we should probably leave soon. Right now he is just so tired. I think that we should take a break from all of the partying.”

“He is not tired from the partying…he is tired from a little herb that we take sometimes when we mate.” He says, clinching his hands together behind his back. “It’s called the Passion. It loosens us up especially before we have sex. And it helps you sleep.”

“Why would you give us anything without our permission?” I snap. Standing to scold him face to face.

“You gave us permission when you decided to stay here with us. Keyan is very selfish. He doesn’t want to help the rest of us live as long as he has.” His serene glow grows dark, he is very angry.

“How about we just leave here now and never return?”

“Too late for that. I was hoping that the plant affected you as well, but it doesn’t matter.” He steps toward me and grabs my arm. I attempt to pull away but he has a death grip. He looks around and two other men join him. They each grab one of my arms and carry me back to Tarek’s hut. I wiggle around trying to break their hold on me. I attempt to scream but one of the brutes cover my mouth. When we enter the hut they toss me onto the floor. I slide back into the corner breathing hard and completely terrified.

“What are you going to do to me Tarek? What are you going to do to Keyan?” I yell.

“We are going to take what is rightfully ours. You two have paraded your superiority in front of us and refuse to help us to survive. Well I’m going to bed you and activate the aboriginal gene that belongs to this colony.” My eyes starts to tear. I’m actually about to be raped!

Tarek rips the cloth from his waist and is totally exposed. I shut my eyes and one of his cronies push my lids back up. I scream and yank his hands from my eyes. He slaps me and I immediately grab my face. I can just imagine what Keyan is going through. As Tarek approaches I back deeper into the corner and cover my head. I pray that this animal doesn’t get to do what he is hoping to do. I’m wishing that Keyan will come barreling into the room and rescue me. I never should have left his side this morning. Soon we will be connected with these freaks for eternity.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I scream at him as he rubs my leg. I snatch my shoe off and hurl it in his direction. One of his asshole helpers block it and knocks it across the room. The other guy yanks my legs from beneath me and I fall flat to the floor banging my head against it.

“Such a beautiful mouth shouldn’t use such distasteful language.” He smirks, yanking at my jeans. I fight him with everything inside of me but it’s no use. His friends are bigger and stronger than I am. One of the men grab at my frilly white blouse ripping it from my body. He snatches my bra along with it exposing one of my breast.

“Please…” I sob. “Don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry McKenna. This act is essential to our survival. But, I promise I will not pretend that this is something that you will enjoy. So I will not kiss or attempt to make love to you. I will enter until the transfer of DNA is complete, then exit just as quickly. Again, I’m very sorry.” He climbs me and the men leave the room. He fumbles trying to get my pants off. I search the room with my eyes and I can’t locate a suitable weapon. My heart starts to race and then my mind leaves Tarek’s hut and enters my own hut, where Keyan is resting.

I see a woman naked standing over our bed. She looks around and there are four other naked women present. She smiles as she speaks.

“Today we will all have what we have been waiting for. Finally we will be harder to kill. We will heal. Hopefully one of us today will be impregnated with an aboriginal child. That will be the cherry on top of the cake.” I focus on her face and it is Amari. She straddles him attempting to slide what is mine inside of her. She sighs as she slaps his face.

“We could have done this in North Carolina but you had to run.” Keyan’s hands are bound by rope. Two of the women are holding his feet. He is groggy. I spot Nadia. That bitch! This was her plan all along. Tarek’s whore is there anxiously awaiting her turn. Amari leans in to kiss him and he bites her lip. Harrah slaps him again. Amari stands, she still hasn’t gotten him inside of her yet. I blink back into the room. Tarek is trying to remove my pants. I search frantically with my eyes. I see a sharp piece of wood beside his bed. He must use it to fish in the pond. It is shaped like a small spear.

“Ouch!” I shout. “There is something stabbing me in the back. Please, let’s at least move to the bed. If you are going to defile me can you please give me the respect of being bedded in a bed? Geez.”

“Of course. But first you must remove your pants.” I slide out of my pants and he allows me to stand. He steps aside and watches as I walk over to the bed and sit down. I lie back making sure that I am directly over the spear. He climbs me again after removing my underwear. I place my hands on his back as he attempts to steer himself inside of me again. I allow my hand to fall, it hits the spear. When it grazes the entrance I snatch the spear and jab it directly into his neck. He places his hand over the wound and struggles to scream. Gurgling noises escape. He flips over and falls to the floor.

I grab my jeans. Before I reach the door I muster up a glob of saliva and chuck it right at his bleeding neck. “You son of a bitch! I hope you die slowly.” I whisper before hurrying out of his hut. I race toward Keyan without a shirt to cover me and my jeans in my hand. I run. I run faster than I ever have ran in my entire life. Suddenly I feel an erotic sensation. She has him inside of her. I scream out as I run. “No!” tears fall as I finally reach the hut. I drop my pants and decide to fight them as naked as a jay bird. I kick the door open and they all jump simultaneously.

“Grab her!” Amari yells. Harrah rushes toward me and I waste no time slicing at her flesh with her boyfriend’s spear. She falls to the ground and Nadia charges me. I step up, grab her by the throat and stab her in the chest. She clutches it and falls the floor. Amari recognizes my fury and backs away from Keyan with her hands held high.

“I suggest that the rest of you bitches go and check on your leader, he is dying!” I hurry over to unite Keyan. Amari and one of the other women that’s not injured hurry to check on Tarek.

“Are you alright baby?” I ask Keyan as I free his hand.

“I’m so sorry McKenna. I couldn’t…” I place a finger over his lips.

“They gave you something. They’ve been poisoning us for days. Come, we have to go now.” There is one girl left. She is cowering in the corner of the hut. “Look bitch I will kill you. Run!” Keyan stands and he scrambles to grab me one of his shirts.

“I-I…can help you escape. Get your things.” She whispers.

“Our things never left our car. We only brought a few garments up.”

“Good, follow me.” I grab the shirt from Keyan’s hand.

“Why do you want to help us?”

“Because they forced my husband to activate Harrah’s daughter last week. I didn’t want him to touch anyone but me. They forced me to watch.” I nod and slide my head into Keyan’s shirt. We race behind the girl as she leads us to our car.

“I am opening the gate now. Get out and don’t look back. Be safe.”

“Wait…come with us.” I ask.

“No this is my home. I’ve never lived outside of these walls. I wouldn’t know where to go. And besides my husband and daughter are here.”

“I understand. And thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome now go!” she waves.

Keyan jumps into the car and I hop in on the other side. He starts the engine and we speed toward the gate. The steel door rises and we swiftly speed through.