I know what you are all thinking. Krampus is running around doing horrible things in the city of Dallas. History tells us he loves to eat children and is the evil side of Christmas. I like to see him in a little bit of a different light. This has made me delve into his world.
Hope you enjoy my version of Krampus. And no, he's not in Texas.
Krampus never thought he would find someone to care for again. Then he
met Dallas when the rodeo came to town. Surprises continue with the new
man in Krampus' life when Stephen shows up looking for Dallas.
won't let Dallas out of his sight, but when Dallas is called back to the
rodeo, Krampus is in for the ride of his life.
"Have a good evening." Krampus moved through the crowd that had gathered
around them. He entered the town. The shops had closed up for the day.
The road was dry and in need of rain. The only rowdy place was the
tavern. He slid inside. Few people noticed as he walked in, but they
didn't say anything when he sat down in a corner booth. He sat back and
watched the place fill with the laborers of the town. A waitress came by
and set a mug down on his table.
"You sit at a table, you gotta order food."
"Fine. Bring me whatever's on the menu."
The waitress came back with some kind of stew and bread. He dipped the
bread into the broth and took a taste of it. He coughed at the
seasoning. Besides having an overabundance of pepper, it was edible. His
stomach growled. He thought about his interaction with the owner of the
rodeo. He'd bought a bull. Why the hell did I buy the bull? I don't need it. Now I'm stuck with the beast. I'm sure it's had a taxing life.
He glanced up from his meal when the noise level dropped. A group from
the rodeo entered the tavern. One of the thugs who had stopped him
approached the bartender. The group followed behind him.
"A round of ale for the lot."
The bartender crossed his arms over his chest. The corner of his mouth
twitched. "Your kind ain't wanted here. Best if you get out before I
have someone throw you out."
"We have a right to be here just as anyone else." The thug sat at the
bar. The rest moved into a table that emptied out since they had come
in. The rodeo participants all looked as though they had a difficult
life. All were tanned and wrinkled from years in the sun and hard work.
Krampus didn't envy them. The tension in the bar grew. He sat back. The
bartender and the other patrons surrounded them.
A cloaked figure slipped past them and hovered by Krampus's table.
"Why don't you sit here? It looks like everywhere else is taken." Krampus found himself saying.
The man looked at him. "Why do you care?"
"I don't. Sit or don't sit."
Krampus pushed the plate aside and laid a couple of silver coins on the
table. They would more than cover the cost of his meal and the ale. He
didn't want the waitress to hassle him any longer. The man glanced at
the coins and the unfinished bowl of stew. He sat down and reached for
the stew. Then the stranger pulled his hand back.
"You going to eat that?"
"Have at it."
The stranger's hands were dark, almost like polished black marble. His
arms were decorated with long-healed-over scars. The man took the bowl
and brought it in close to him, protecting it. When he ate, the hood of
his cloak fell away, revealing a bald head, a strong jaw and a flat
nose. His eyes were gold when he looked up at Krampus. Something in that
gaze stirred Krampus's desire.
"What?" the man asked around a mouthful of bread.
"Nothing. I just noticed you were hungry. I could make it worth your while if you wanted to come back to the house with me."
"So you can fuck me? I'm not a whore. I see how you're looking at me."
Krampus held back a smile. "No. I wasn't considering sex. I just meant I
have better food than what you have there. Plus, you can sleep in a
bed. It looks like you might need it. No strings attached."
The other man eyed him. "I thought you said you didn't care."
"It's obvious your companions don't care about you or you would've come
in with them. And you wouldn't have been hiding your appearance. I'm
surprised you're still with them. Of course, I could be way off on my
observations. Come or not, but I'm leaving." Krampus got up from the
booth and left the tavern. After he rejoined the darkness, the tavern
door slammed shut.
"Where are we going?"
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