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It’s been a while since I’ve taken part in Write Anything’s Fiction Friday but today’s tagline was too good to pass up. I do admit, I didn’t quite stick to the rules of it, instead, I used the idea of the Wild West for inspiration…

[Fiction] Friday Challenge #198 for March 11th, 2011
Set your story in the 1880s, in a mid west, tumbleweed town. The doors of the bar open, the piano stops playing and all eyes are drawn to the figure in the doorway…… Now keep going..!

A different take on the stranger with no name. Featuring, a special stranger very close to my heart…

The Warrior

The town came alive after dark, perhaps it was because the temperature descended from a stifling 104°F degrees, to a more civilised 75°F. Not that it mattered to him, who had been never seen the sun. Desert, tumbleweeds, and fast women. Nothing like his beloved London, but the Americans were friendly and curious. The men, would squint, eyeing him up and down, their hands on the holster of their guns as they spoke, prepared to draw at any second. Not that he gave them a reason to do so.  He loved to see the fear in their eyes, it fed him, giving him strength, but it was the women he loved the most.

Soft and warm, with curves he could melt into as they cried out in ecstasy, digging their nails into his back. How they loved him. The stranger with no name. The foreigner with the warm blue eyes and chiselled good looks. He fed on their desire for him, loving them like no other.  None hesitated, when he asked them for the one gift only they could give. Life. His blood mixed with theirs. Life eternal and everlasting.

By the time the women gave birth, he would be long gone, but they would love and care for his children, with their alabaster skin and gentle blue eyes, so much like his. The women would know what to do. He had whispered things in their ear as they slept, telling them the men’s blood would feed their babies, and how they would be able to leave town and find refuge in the nearby underground caves, where the local indians would allow them safe passage.

The Indians had seen him walk through the desert, his boots dusty with desert sand on a night when the full moon had been bright in the sky. A horrible night when white men had come to slay them, their women and children. The stranger had killed the men, leaving their bodies drained of blood, but with offerings, the men’s scalps…

‘From one warrior to another…’  he said, watching them come close, their warm bronzed skin so unlike his, their dark almond-shaped eyes gazed into his as they questioned him, touching him with no fear. ‘Keltoi’ he said, telling them about his own land, and how it had also been invaded and lost centuries ago, like theirs.

Will they help the women and their babies? Yes, they nodded. He told them the babies would grow fast, and strong but that the rays of the sun, would burn them. They nodded in understanding pointing at the full moon. He smiled and thanked them wishing he could remain with them, but this new country was vast, there were other towns to visit, other tribes to help, so many, but it was the least he could do. A warrior helps another. He, who no longer had a tribe…