A/N The Halloween special is here... a fanfic type story based on the popular video game series 'The Witcher' main character Geralt... How excited am I that Netflix is doing a series?? VERY. How do I feel about the main character being played by Superman? Eh... at least he's hot.

Please note that each time you see a row of asterisk (*) the point of view switches between the boy and the Witcher... we begin with the boy.  I hope you enjoy it.

I stood at the grimy window looking out into the swiftly falling dusk of evening. A movement came from the trees and I saw a shadow draw itself from the forest. It seemed to glide across the ground, covered in mystery and midnight. The shadows stretched their thin arms to follow him like a lover as he came into the edge of the village.

I watched with bated breath as the figure walked to the door of the across neighbour and knocked three times. The door opened on Mr. Miller with his single candle and a grave face. The shadow came forward into the light and dropped its hood. I gasped as the man hidden beneath looked back over his shoulder and looked up at my window.

Did he know he was being watched? Of course he did. A man like him must feel the eyes upon him as he moves. I prayed he could not read my very thoughts. I peered back out the pane to see the movement in the upper level of the home across. I cracked the window open slightly so I might see what he was about. He leant over the bed of little Taddy who had fallen ill and felt his head gently.

The other figure moved too, passing a cup to the man and I saw him sprinkle something into the cup. He lifted it to the boy's lips and help him drink it right up. He spoke with Mr. Miller and passed him a packet. I knew that must be the herbs for the boy. I bit my lip and gripped the window sill tightly.

Sitting down low, I watched the man come through the front door, spilling the light from inside out onto the ground outside. Mr. Miller bowed slightly and passes over a purse. It is weighed in hand a moment before the dark figure raises its hood once more and turns away from the light. I catch the flash of his eyes as they look up to my window on their way by.

I hardly breathe. I do not move. Perhaps he will not know that I am here. Waiting until his footsteps reach the edge of the woods, I tremble. Then my heart beats wildly as I make my decision. I get up and fly down the wooden ladder, startling my mother as I run down the hall and down the stairs. She calls after me but there is no time to reply.

I tumble out the door into the darkness. My feet running swift and silent into the night, I follow the shadows into the wood.

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Another child taken sick this week. I sighed at my lightened bag of herbs. The shadows were my companions as I made my way home deep into the forest. For all the villagers allowed me to treat their common illness and injury, I was not welcome there. I knew the muttered stories and ignored them for their sakes.

The truth was far more than they would be able to comprehend. It was best that I lived apart. It was better that they did not know, else they try to rid themselves of my presence. I certainly did not need them to like me. I just needed their patronage so I can afford the things I cannot obtain through trade or wit until I move on.

I heard the shuffling of the leaves on the ground and my eyes widened imperceptibly in the darkness. I knew what that was... or who rather. I felt a grin stretch across my face as my long legs ate up the distance to my cottage. Good that I was preoccupied this eve and slowed my journey enough for the boy to follow me. Part of me marvelled that he was so brave to do such a thing.

Braver than all the other villagers combined. This was no flag of summons left at the edge of the wood. This was no red candle in the window to signal me to come in. This was a bold child that follows me to my very lair for my services. I barely needed to guess what the boy wanted. There were many that had fallen ill this year, most young folks such as the boy that I just visited.

I walked up my porch and quietly entered the place, leaving the door wide open behind me. I smiled at my dearest friend, stroking his feathers as he cawed his welcome to me.

"Be nice to our visitor, hmm?" I murmured to the crow. He looked at me askance and hopped along his perch as a shadow made its way up to my door.

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I hesitated, feeling the chill of the night seeping through my clothes. The door was wide and I could see the low light of a fire burning inside. I crept up slowly and peered into the dark but dry interior. The home was clean, spotless in fact, and I could spy rather fine furnishings inside. A comfortable looking chair was seated by the fire and a long table along one wall, covered in bottles and papers.

"Come in child, and shut the door." I heard the low voice call out to me. I shivered despite the rich warmth of his tones. His back was to me and I gulped as I moved to do as he asked. I closed the door and a large black bird cried out at me, startling me enough to jump when I turned.

"W-w-w-hat...?" I stared at the crow perched with wide eyes, sure it was staring into my soul. His hand reached out absently to stroke the slick looking body, and I watched in wonder as the bird rubbed its head up against his strong hand. His familiar?

"This is Finley. He'll not hurt you." He said with a touch of humour. I blinked as he turned towards me. I had seen his face from across the street, but this was much different. This was like being hit in the gut as his sharp eyes took in my trembling figure. I was poised to run, but I could not. His eyes pinned me as much as my purpose in coming here.

"I... I... i...." I stuttered over my words as his eyes bored into me. I gasped as the enormity of what I was doing crashed upon me. I was in his domain. He merely stood waiting patiently for me to speak. Watching me in the dim light of his home.

"Be still child. You will come to no harm here. Speak. Why have you come?" His fluidly spoken words flowed over me like a soothing balm. His voice was soft like moss and seemed to seep into my heart. I stumbled forward a few steps, clutching my hand to my chest.

"I am n-n-not a child." I managed to squeeze out from my frozen lips. His mouth tilted up in a faint smile and he nodded to me slightly mocking. "I came for your help. My... my sister is ill. They say... the others... you helped them."

"Yes I did. For a price." His words slithered across my skin and his eyes narrowed at me. I knew what he saw. My clothes were on the verge of tatters and barely fit my lanky form.

"We are poor. What can I give you? Shall I chop your wood? Fetch your water? I can work off the debt if you would allow it." I did not deny his glance. I fought it head on in my desperation. I thought of my little sister laid in her bed, coughing weakly and looking up at me with such hopelessness. It steeled my resolve to lift my eyes to his with pleading.

"Have you ever laid with a woman?" His eyes were calculating and I sucked in a breath. What witchcraft did he want to do with me if I said no? The eyes of my dear Beth swam in front of me as I replied.

"No sir. N-n-not even kissed a maid at the festival. I don't think they like the look of me." I blushed under his gaze. He walked forward slowly, as though giving me time to see it and steady myself not to run. I felt like prey as it watched a predator approach. His hand reached out like I was truly a wild animal and I could not help but flinch a bit.

He stopped and went to turn away. I let out the breath I was holding and made the last two steps to stand before him. I grabbed his hand with my grimy ones. It was near embarrassing how clean he was compared to myself and I hoped he would not mind.

He pulled my head down and I felt a hand ruffle through my hair. I was confused. What was he doing? I heard a sniff and then he was dragging me across to a door in the other side of the cottage. It opened upon a bathing room and he pushed me inside.

"Wash yourself. Not a speck of dirt, you understand?" His fierce eyes demanded a quick response.

"Yessir." I jumped as the door slammed shut and I turned to take in the bath full of hot, steaming water. I stripped down to nothing and climbed into the water that was almost too hot to bear. Maybe he was going to boil me and eat me for dinner. I shuddered at the thought. Beth was worth it.

She had always been the light in my life. Ever since she was born I had watched her smile and laughter like a balm after a hard day. Just waiting to return home from working to hear her call out my name and hug me tight. I smiled a little as I worked the soap to a lather and scrubbed the brush over my skin. It turned red under the fierce scrubbing, but he said not a speck.

It was only as I rinsed my hair out for the second time that I wondered how there was no filth or bubbles lingering in the bath water with me. They seemed to disappear a minute after they were washed out. I clamoured out of the bath and shivered in the gloom. Witchcraft! It was too strange. I reached to the stack of linens to dry myself and looked for my clothes.

The dirty pile was gone. I supposed that it would not have made sense to put them back on now that I was so clean, but I felt vulnerable as I stood with naught but a linen to cover me. It was near see through with the damp of my bath. I had no choice though, lest I wait for the man to return and find me standing here awkwardly.

I slipped back into the other room and saw him seated before the fire serenely. He looked over at me and I swore for a second that his eyes flashed like a cat's. I blinked and the yellowish glow was gone, the vertical slits forgotten as the large pupils dragged over my near-naked form. He motioned me forward and I staggered to the warmth of the fire.

I was turned towards the flickering logs and sat down upon his knees. Startled, I jerked as a comb pulled through my hair almost tenderly. I was not used to such treatment. After a tense minute in which I felt the drag of it through my damp locks, I relaxed enough to close my eyes and enjoy it. I nearly moaned at the scrape of the metal comb against my scalp.

"Tonight you will accompany me until the moon reaches the highest point. You will come to me each time the moon waxes full, until the snow no longer flies nor sits upon the ground in the Springtime. Promise me this and I will cure your beloved sister." He whispered to me only inches from my ear. I shuddered as the warmth around me and hidden deep inside his words sank in.

My eyes opened to look upon the fire, trying to figure out just what the man was saying. My brow furrowed as I swiveled on his knee to gaze upon him. My shadow fell upon his face and I did not see it at first. Then realisation dawned on me. His eyes were predatory as they looked upon me. Impassioned. I gulped and his eyes shifted down to watch the movement of my Adam's apple.

"I..." My voice cut off with nerves. "I promise." I whispered. My heart stuttered in its beat when a smile twisted upon his features. I felt his hands upon me now, drawing me forward into his embrace.

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The boy was trembling again in my arms. I could not keep the grin from my face as I pulled his hard angles and muscles to me. My hands ran along his waist firmly to feel the muscles tense in his back. The little gasps that escaped his lips as I moved forward enticed me. His innocent eyes were both frightened and intrigued as I coaxed him ever closer.

I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and dragged my nose up along the bobbing flesh that tried to swallow. I ran my tongue carefully along the sweet smelling flesh, tasting him gently as he shifted on my lap. I grasped his hair and tilted his head back so I might kiss him there better. His breath hissed out sensually.

I did not want to wait any longer and I nibbled on his chin before pulling his head to a tilt for me to take his plump virginal lips. He did not seem to move or breathe as I dragged my own firm lips across his. I nipped and pressed them sweetly until he responded fractionally to my touch. What an innocent! I nearly laughed as he gasped in a breath. He had been holding it for the whole time.

I gave him not a moment to catch his breath before I plunged into the depths of his mouth. Gods but he tasted like honey and summertime. His little whimpers were making me so hard that I thought if he shifted wrong it would break. His hands curled into my clothes as though to hold on for dear life.

I broke away with my own gasp and stared into his dazed eyes. He was so beautiful, here in the firelight. I could not bring myself to let go of him. I reached to my side table and coated my fingers with salve before reaching under the falling linen. His eyes widened in surprise as I coated his outer rim and then plunged one finger into his depths.

"Ahh!" His cry had Finley purring in response. His shivers had my smile coming back upon me. I had not smiled so much in a year as I had this night. He tried to twist upon me and I steadied him on my legs. He panted as I twirled my digits inside him to stir his passions even further. He moaned as I felt his walls shudder around my fingers.

"This will be painful for but a moment. Bear with it for me?" I murmured to the half-delirious man-child on my lap. He nodded and wrapped his arms about my shoulders trustingly. I moved his legs about my hips and freed myself beneath him. Poised and ready, I coated myself well for his first time with a man. I looked into his damp eyes and pressed myself to him.

His mouth opened on a silent cry as the head of me went in. I pulled him in for a kiss to silence his mind. My lips coaxed his to distraction as I pressed further in. He tried to tense, but I nipped his lips and stroked his back to sooth him. His squirming was driving me to madness and I growled at him. He stilled and I thrust up the rest of the way into him.

"AHH!" His voice was hoarse with pain as he shouted out to the ceiling. I waited and breathed as the heat undulated around me enticingly. It was as he shifted and huffed that I knew he was as ready as he would ever be. I rocked him on me slowly and watched as his eyes widened in pleasure. They near rolled back in his head and his head tilted back in surrender.

I licked up his neck and bit down on the heated skin as I pushed my hips up into him. We rocked together in a sensual dance as old as time itself. Both of us grasped for that something that seemed just out of reach. Like a wanton he dug his fingers into my shoulders and like a glutton I devoured every expression that flickered across his tender features.

He tensed above me and around me. I closed my eyes in enjoyment as I felt his hot cumm spurt forth onto me in his bliss. His sensitive flesh softened and bounced against me as I pumped into his tight channel. He held on now limply, laying his head upon my shoulder as I finally found my own release in his depths. I painted him with my seed in pleasure, watching him bite his lip as I did.

Our hearts beat swiftly as one as we sat in front of the fire. The crackling of the logs came back into focus. I swept my lips across his gently and felt his sigh as our sweaty brows touched in commune. I stared into his eyes and he watched me silently.

Not a word was spoken as I cleaned him once more in the warm water of the bathing pool. I wiped myself as he pulled on a simple tunic and pants. It was clean and a little big on his still growing form. I liked the way it gaped at the neck to reveal the red spots of my marks. At the least it was better than the too-small clothes he had arrived in.

"Come." I ordered the boy and he scrambled behind me as I took my bag once more in hand to sweep out into the dark night.

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The moon was bright as it hung over the trees to light the path back to the village. I felt strange as I stumbled down the path behind him. Like a new foal that could not quite find its feet, my legs felt shaky beneath me. My heart still thundered inside my chest as I followed the large, shadowed figure before me. I could not seem for the life of me to catch my breath since....

My brain shuddered to a stop and my eyesight grew hazy. The warmth of the fire-lit room once more seemed to take over the inside of my chest. I felt those strong hands upon my waist. I tasted those firm lips against my lips. I gasped as I stumbled out onto the village path from the forest, faltering a little at the sight of my own run-down cottage at the edge of town.

The lights were all put out. My parents were probably sleeping now as we approached. There were none to see me with the man as he took the door handle of my home and opened it. I glanced back over my shoulder as the darkness inside waned to the moonlight that spilled in through the open portal. We entered as silent as the night.

I pointed to the stairs as the low crackle of the banked coals on the fire leant a dim warmth to the room. The door shut out what little light that the night afforded when it closed. I stuck a candle into the fading fire, but he was already making his way up the narrow stair to the rooms above. I followed obediently, lifting my candle to show my face to my mother as she peeked into the corridor curiously.

Her eyes widened at the dark figure looming over the prone body of my ill sister. I shushed her before she could speak. He felt her forehead, just as before. His hand went to her wrist and he watched her breathing as she lay there limply. A single hand reached to stroke her hair from her forehead, so alike to mine when it was healthy and clean.

"What have you done? We cannot afford to pay him...." My mother moaned as she watched him tend my sister. I shook my head silently and gave her the candle.

"Fetch some boiling water for him." I murmured, glancing at my father who had emerged to see what all the fuss was about. He took in myself and then glanced to the large man bent over my sister's sickbed. He did not move from the furthest point of the corridor as he watched and I saw the stark fear in his features.

"Here, there is not much." My mother said to me as she handed me the small pot. I took it in and the man leaned over to smell it before pouring it into the cup by the bed. His sprinkled a few herbs into the water, swirling it about with a spoon. I helped him sit the pale figure of my sister up in bed and she stirred enough to take sips of the brew from him.

"Brother?" Her thin, cracked lips barely made a sound as she reached out her tiny hand.

"I am here Beth. Notta worry. You will be alright now." I whispered tenderly into her hair. I stroked the soft, oily locks and kissed her forehead before laying her back to rest.

"Make sure she drinks it all. Five days without fail." He pressed the packet of herbs into my hand and I looked at him with tears of gratitude in my eyes. "Do not thank me until her fever breaks."

I nodded fervently and placed the herbs carefully next to her bed. He got up and moved to the door, pausing when my mother bowed her head to him. My father just stared like a deer caught by the gaze of the hunter. He moved away from them both and back down the stairs. I followed in the darkness, barely noting the glow of a candle that followed me in behind.

The door opened and he stepped out into the gleam of the moonlight. His head turned back to me standing in the doorway. My mother moved forward with naught but a few pennies in her hand and offered them to the man. He raised his hand but did not take them, rather pushing them into her chest firmly. He moved to me and I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned down to my ear.

"More precious than gold." He whispered into the shell of my ear. I blushed as my body shivered in remembrance. I gulped at the bright look in his eyes as he smiled and backed away. "Remember your promise."

I watched until he disappeared into the shadows once more. I turned to go back inside and fell upon the gazes of my dearest parents, watching on with looks of both horror and awe. My mother seemed to take in my appearance now and moved to pull me into her arms.

"Ohlord child. What have you done?" 

A/N Ahh... only in my dreams my sexy, serious Geralt...