A nude woman collapsed on my doorstep. Someone I knew somehow.
Of course, I carried her in and cared for her. Gave her shelter, clothes, and food to heal.
In her normal form, she was one of the most powerful entities on this planet, in all known history. Harpy.
But for now, she was simply human. And to regain her strength, she said she needed to make love with me. The weird part was the last time we met, she tried to kill me. And now I had to save her life.
Ironic, as she had sent so many to their own death through her actions over the centuries.
And now she was here, maybe because she said I was the only human she could trust.
Harpy’s Desires – New Fiction Writing by J. R. Kruze
A fluttering sound, and then a thump, like a dove flying into the side of a building, but heavier, like a wild eagle, or a buzzard. Maybe even heavier.
I got up from my writing to see what the damage was, if there was something I could do for whatever was out there.
Opening the heavy outer door, I saw a nude woman laying down on her side, sprawled on my porch. I grabbed my chore coat and squeezed out the screen door to kneel beside her.
Putting my hand on her neck, I felt a pulse. No blood, no scrapes, what looked like some deep, but healed scratches on her back. So I covered her with the chore coat to preserve her body heat. As much as it would cover, anyway.
Looking around saw no vehicle, no bare or other footprints.
But I had to get her inside and covered before she got chilled in the fall air. Tonight was supposed to be a cold one.
I moved her legs away from the screen door and found my doorstop nearby, the one I used when my hands were full of something. Because my arms would be full soon.
As I crouched down to pull her into my arms for carrying, her eyes fluttered open to look at mine. They were an emerald green, burning like on fire. And then that fire went out, and her eyes closed again,
I got my arms under her back and legs, then rolled her toward me. She was a limp weight, her head rolled back and a free arm draped down toward the cabin porch.
In a few steps, I was inside the small cabin again. I simply laid her down on my bunk-couch for now, and pulled the quilt comforter down from the back of it to cover her.
From overhead storage, I pulled down the down comforter and heavy wool outer blanket I usually didn’t get out for the next month or so. She was going to need to get warmed up quickly, which meant not letting any other heat get away. These I draped across her and the back of the futon, as she didn’t need all that weight.
Kneeling down to the floor beside her covered form, I again felt her neck for a pulse, and her forehead for a fever. She seemed fine, just sleeping. Breathing was regular.
There was something about her I knew from somewhere. Something familar. Shoulder length black hair. Muscular arms, fingers slim, but with long nails that came to points.
And those green eyes I briefly saw.
Tucking the comforters and blanket up around her neck, I brushed her black hair away from her face and looked at it. A beauty, to be sure. Full lips, sculped cheeks and eyebrows. Innocent in her sleep.
The last time I’d seen eyes like that… No, that was nothing like the person in front of me.
Harpy? The one I’d first met when she tied me up to a dank basement support column with a thick rope so I couldn’t succumb to her siren charms.
The one person more powerful than my two spirit-guides or any creature we’d known or dealt with.
Here, in my cabin. Now very human.
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