Chapter 8

Laylah hugged David's waist tight as they took off on his motorcycle. She was not as apprehensive about where they were going this time; it was daylight, after all.

David had not said much about where they were going other than it was a place called the Hermitage. Laylah had heard David talk about this place when they were chatting online. It was a place of ruins and supposedly great epicenter of spiritual activity.

The ride was a relatively smooth one. The crisp air was refreshing, the breeze comforting. Laylah gently laid her head on David's back and closed her eyes a moment. Thinking of how long it took her to get where she was, she let out a sigh. She was content.

David turned from the main route on to a gravel road. This shook Laylah from her serene moment. She sat up straight and looked around her. The road was kicking back a little dust and from what she could see they were riding under a canopy of trees down a winding path. It was not long until the path opened up to their destination.

"Oh wow." Laylah sighed as the motorcycle came to a stop.

"Here we are my pet." David said as he got down from the bike and offered his hand to Laylah. "I know you have this appreciation for architecture, and what better place than this."

The pair spent most of the day walking about the Hermitage ruins. David told Laylah stories of the spirits that have been known to roam the grounds, and stories of the place itself.

It was on a long walk, towards the back of the property that Laylah took out her camera and started to take some pictures. She really felt comfortable there and wanted to capture the moment, who knew when she would be able to visit again.

"Wow, look at that guesthouse. I am assuming it's a guest house." Laylah said excitedly as she ran ahead. "Come on David, I would love to have you take me there. Whoops, I meant take some pictures of me there."

David smiled.

The guest house to the back of the property was almost fully intact. This surprised Laylah, as most of the buildings on the grounds were in shambles. The door to the building was deteriorated to the point that it did not take much effort to gain entrance.

"Laylah, make sure to take care not to disturb anything in here. This has stood for hundreds of years; we are not even supposed to be in here. I suppose if we are careful we should be okay."

"M'lord, all I want is a few photos. Besides, it is getting late and the sky is starting to dim, we should be getting back soon, right?" Laylah asked.

David nodded his head. Yes, they did have to get back soon. There were too many plans and not enough time to get them all done if they were straggling behind here. He took the camera from Laylah and snapped a few shots.

There was some rustling outside the guest house. Someone must have seen the flash from the camera.

"Hey, anyone there? You are not supposed to be in there!" A voice called from the distance.

"Oh shit!" Laylah and David said in unison.

Laylah ran up to David, grasped him roughly behind the head and shoved her lips to his. She used her tongue to softly explore his lips before pulling away. Taking him by the hand and making for the door, she said "Hurry, we better sprint to the bike."

The two took off light lightning for the motorcycle making it out of the guesthouse and towards the exit where the bike was. Laylah turned back just a moment to see a groundskeeper shaking their fist at them and cursing loudly.

"Whew, we just made it." David said as they both boarded the motorcycle and fastened their helmets. "Let's get back home."