The Heir to Darkness Part 2 (standard:humor, 6876 words) [2/4] show all parts
Author: J. F. Naples	Added: May 30 2002	Views/Reads: 2591/1900	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Meeting Veronica

That was the phone call that had changed my life as I had known it. 
Along with my physical and emotional demeanor, nothing remained the 
same.  At first I didn't know what that dream, or the following dreams 
meant, but as my life carried on from that day forth, the true meaning 
of them had started to become all too clear. 

The dreams continued to haunt me.  Beautiful women, more beautiful than
the next, teasing me, pleasing me, sating me more completely then any 
woman ever had or ever will.  And waking up screaming in a cold sweat.  
With these dreams came the inevitability of the dissolution of my 
marriage.  I hadn't seen it coming, but being in the frame of mind that 
I was, I was blinded to many things.  If I wasn't so enraptured in my 
lustful dreams, then Helena and I might have been able to salvage 
something of our marriage, or even friendship.  Or possibly nothing 
could have been salvaged, but she had left me before I could even think 
of doing anything. 

Those dreams had changed me on more ways than I had ever thought
possible.  At the time, I didn't give much thought about the mental and 
emotional changes that I was undergoing, but I do recollect seeing fear 
in my family's eyes when I would come near them. 

I remember a couple of times when Helena and I had made love.  Not all
of them though, for they began to feel like dreams in themselves after 
awhile, fading away as most all dreams do.  My touches on her used to 
be soft, always loving. 

But I had changed.  I wanted more. 

I had become much more aggressive with our coupling than we had ever
experimented with before.  This was something that the later dreams had 
introduced to me, and I wanted more of those experiences in the waking 
world.  Most of the time as Helena and I would lay down to bed, tat 
would be when the assault would commence.  Come morning, I would leave 
for work without any remorse while Helena would remain at home, tending 
to her battered body. 

There were also a few times when Helena would fight back.  I was in no
fear of being over-powered by her assaults, but I was rather intrigued 
by her.  The times that she would fight back, it made my hunger for her 
that more fervent.  But she would eventually succumb to my will, in 
more times than not, unconsciousness. 

Her violent submissiveness that she had never show before would make me
that much more lustful for her, and with that, she would be put into 
that much more pain.  She would cry loudly from what I poured onto her, 
and the tears that she had shed would make me that more hostile.  The 
more she cried, the more pain I would inflict.  The fire in me never 
seemed to dampen, rather it would grow fierier. 

And I am positive that our children heard our violent coupling. 

In the past, I had rarely come home for lunch.  I had always taken lunch
with me, or I might be covering a story somewhere out of town and had 
to eat at the “Dashboard Diner”.  But my presence at home for lunch 
started to become routine, and Helena knew I was never coming home to 
eat. 

I was never apologetic for what I had done to her when I was in my fugue
state.  Now though, when my memories of the events that had taken place 
those many times, I want to cry as hard as she had, if not harder.  To 
see her just one more time.  To tell her that I am sorry. 

(sigh) 

My children used to adore me and I have always adored them.  But with
the changes that I have revealed to my wife, it was only a matter of 
time that my children would see those changes also. 

One thing that I was always proud of was my sense of patience with my
children.  If Shayna or Christopher would do something that I wouldn't 
approve of, I would take them aside, tell them what they did wrong, and 
that they shouldn't do what they had done again, because they or 
someone else could get hurt, or that it was just simply wrong. 



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