Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Diabolism
She sat at the bar with black lace clinging to her body. Many men approached her, each standing up to the plate with their best lines and looks. But she just looked at them with a blank stare and they walked away with their bruised masculinity. She went back to her amber colored liquor on the rocks. Her pale skin seemed translucent under the dim lights of the bar and her pale limbs draped across the counter.
He sat a few seats away from her, every few minutes glancing her way. He couldn’t help himself. There was something about her that drew him in. He sat in a trench coat gulping down a beer after a long day of work. On about the tenth time he looked over at her, to his surprise, she was staring straight at him. Her eyes were smoke and her eye makeup was smudged. Her long black hair flowed down her back. She was at least ten years younger than him, he guessed. She looked about twenty or so. He got caught in her eyes for what seemed like minutes. Her mouth slowly opened and revealed a mouthful of slightly sharp teeth. He didn’t notice. He was lost in her. She slowly rose and walked toward him.
“Hi.” She said standing over him, whispering into his ear. Her voice was husky and it made his whole body quiver with longing. He didn’t look but he knew nearly every pair of eyes was on them. He couldn’t believe his luck. Here, the most beautiful girl in the bar, hell the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, was approaching him. Her hand traveled from his shoulder to his neck. Her skin was burning hot to the touch. Her fingers closed around his throat and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. Then she released her grip laughing.
He stopped thinking. All he was aware of was her casually sitting in his lap and the nearness of her body to his. He ached with a longing he’d never felt before. She ordered another drink from the bartender who stared at him with envy apparent. She drank the whole glass in one swig. And then turned her face towards his and whispered “Come on.” In one graceful movement she leapt off his lap, grabbed his hand, and ran out of the bar.
He was going to mumble something about paying for their drinks but before he knew it they were in a black convertible and she was driving much faster than the speed limit. There was some sort of rock music blaring on the radio. He realized he didn’t even know her name and again, he was going to introduce himself, however awkwardly. But the music was too loud and just when he mustered up the courage they stopped. They’d driven for about twenty minutes and as the car stopped the music turned off too and it was suddenly silent. She turned toward him, her eyes flashing. She bit her lips and raised her eyebrows and got out of the convertible. By the time he had gotten out of the car she was standing in the doorway to a dark mansion that looked centuries old. The cold air helped him regain his senses a bit and he looked around realizing there were no other houses around. This fact didn’t bother him as she lifted her dress up, exposing even more of her long legs. She slipped into the house and he followed her.
The house was dark and as he called out “Hello…?” his voice sounded strange as if he didn’t recognize it. He heard a giggle and saw her at the top of the staircase. He started running up the stairs trying to catch up with her. When he reached the top of the stairs he entered some type of hallway, he was having trouble seeing. There was a candle lit at the end of the hall and he could see the old painting on the wall and the burgundy carpet but he couldn’t see her. He turned around and there she was. She was holding a bottle of whiskey and took a swig right from the bottle then handed it to him. He laughed, unsure of what she was doing. He took a drink and she stared at him again with that penetrating look. She pushed him against the wall with surprising force. He didn’t know it but with that push the wall had been dented. He dropped the bottle and it made no noise as it hit the plush carpet. Her lips met his in a fury. Her tongue was quick and bitter tasting. She ripped his coat and shirt off him. His hand reached up her dress and he let out a guttural moan. She bit his lower lip and drew blood.
She took his hand once more and led him into a room with nothing but a white bed and a metal rusty bed frame, a candle burned in the corner offering some light. She literally tore her dress straight off and she was completely naked as she fell onto the bed. He stumbled after her. As he reached the bed she unzipped him and took him in her. Her moans were loud and seemed to echo throughout the whole house. He was in pure ecstasy. His head felt heavy but with each thrust he felt the overwhelming sensation take him over. Her nails dug into his back and she kept biting his neck. Blood ran down him.
As he came her body began to shake. He laid down beside her but soon noticed something was wrong. Her eyes were closed and her body felt even hotter than it had before. She stopped shaking and lay limp. She rose her eyes open but now he could see they were completely black. There was no white. Her entire eye was black. Her skin which had seemed translucent before became literally so. Her skin seemed one thin layer and he could see all her veins clearly. Her head rolled completely and she screeched. Her mouth opened and her entire mouth was now black. Her teeth had turned into daggers. The screech sounded like nothing he’d heard before and it made his ears hurt intensely. He turned to run and in less than a second she had moved from the bed to right in front of him. She seemed to be growling at him and her body was somehow not right. Her ribs were now protruding from her stomach and her head was turned at an angle that would surely have meant her neck was broken. She threw him with brute force against the wall, this time there was a hole in the wall. Much to his misfortune he hadn’t been knocked out. He was very much alive as she descended upon him. Her nails digging into his chest, she feasted on his heart. His screams silenced quickly.