What happened?
A second ago I stepped out on the balcony for some air and to clear my head, and then an intense pain was sent coursing throught the vains in my neck.
Where am I?
I try to look around, but dark cloth blocks my vision.
"I have him. Now let them go. I did what you wanted. You have my code and you'll have his," a familiar voice echoed in my ear.
Fingers reached around the vision contraint and as my sight comes back to me, I can see sunlight peer through the blinds and shadows of two other people. Blinking a few times to have my eyes regain focus, the silouhettes become more aparent.
Luther on one side and Seth on the other.
"Seth? You...are working for him?"
Seth looked either satisfied or worried. He might have been both. Regardless, he felt no remorse at all for what he did.
"Luther took my wife and kids Kingsly. He wanted the code. What else was I supposed to do? You know...maybe you should just succumb to this monster. You'll never age. You won't have to ever experience loss. You can live forever Kingsly," Seth said sounding hypnotizing. Luther looked like he had been waiting for this moment, and now that it was finally here all he could do was smirk. Seth looked different. He had a certain posture about him that told me that he was no longer the shy, lab worker. I shot at the redness around his neck and the two sharp holes that were identical to mine.
As I struggled and my fingernails penatrated my palms as I balled up my fist in tense frustraion, Luther glared at me and burned a hole through me wit hhis gaze.
"It was actually really easy... opening Seth's eyes. All it took was a simple torture of his wife and he came to. To bad for her though. Afterward I let her go, she ran into oncoming traffic and killed herself. Seth couldn't take the pain, so I offered him an eternity of never losing anyone again. He also gave me his code. Willingly. Kingsly...why don't you follow in Seth's footsteps?"
Seth just stood there. Eyes blank and emotionless. He was gone. Seth was no more.
Luther continued as he bent down in front of me with a picture of Draven and a lighter in his hands.
"Now Kinglsy, you either give me the code or I take it from your whore. After fucking her first of course. You're choice." The picture engulfed in flames at the flick of the switch of the lighter.
My heart continues to throb painfully hard. I can't see straight and Draven's face mirrors inside my head.
"You really won't stop until everyone turns to a monster will you? Are you really that lonely? Is your hand starting to become raw Luther,?" I say in a raspy voice.
Laughing, Luther motions to Seth and he takes the itiative to check my wallet.
I headbutt him with back of my head and at that moment I felt a heat melt in my palms. Seth had pulled a lighter on my hands.
Screaming in agony as holes were being burned through my hands, I let him rummage for my wallet.
"All I found was a twenty dollar bill, a suway gift card...and this paper that says 'Sherlock Holmes Study in Scarlett Kingsly Bear.'"
It all made sense. Her code was in that book! The first book her father gave her!
Luther looked at me and tilted his head as he flicked the lighter and stared through the flame and spoke the word, "Thanks," and threw the flame at my chair that was surrounded by gasoline. At that moment time stood still. This was the end. Luther walked out as Seth said his last word to me..."Succumb."
At that instant a figure appeared behind Seth, took both arms and rippe them off like they were Kinects. The flame ignited up my chair and enflamed the room. Luther was already out, noy wasting anytime to go and raid Draven;s apartment for the book.
He knew the code was hidden in the pages and I could do nothing but sit and burn. The dark figure stood with the arms in hand and said, "Let's get you out of here bud."
Teal cut me loose and extiguised the fire on my pant legs.
"He's after her you know. You'll never make it Kingsly. Think about it. Not a care in the world. We are Kings among these puny wretches. Live with the life you've been blessed with," Seth cries as blood seeps from his open sockets where arms once waived.
"You're wrong Seth... I will make it. And I do care about something. I care about Draven. Luther may have taken away my life, but he can't take away my feelings. Me on the other hand...can take away yours."
With one fatal stomp in the neck, Seth's smiling face became a haunting one.
"You owe me an explanation Teal."
"First let's get out of here," Teal replied as the place started to collapse in the sunlight.
The word "Succumb" wouldn't leave my head.
Why?
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
That One Night
The closeness I felt with her hand in mine was sureal and aroused me with a sensation that trickled slowly through my body. Still a bit hungover, Draven took an aspirin while she described her dream to me. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't a dream and that her father alive and monsterous, but I was enjoying the fact that she was talking to me now.
" It was so real Kingsly. I thought I was going to die. It's not possible for him to be alive. And to see him just act like a monster..."
She leaned against me and dripped her tears onto my shirt.
I forgot how sweet her touch felt and how small and perfect she fit in my arms. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and comforted her.
"Draven, it was just a dream ok. Your dad...he's...gone."
I didn't lie. Teal had disappeared with only a stone and a trail of blood leading to the woods. As I absorbed the moment with Draven, her sobbing voice is heard through my chest.
" I miss you."
Looking confused, I reassure her that I'm real and that I'm standing right in front of her.
" I mean, I miss you Kingsly. The human, emotional, sweet, Kingsly. I don't know how to take the new you."
Lifting up her head, her moist blue eyes look into my dark, yet sensitive pupils.
" Draven, let me tell you something. I am the same Kinglsy that you have always known and loved. On the outside, yes, I am...different. But, on teh inside, I still laugh, I still enjoy a good ass zombie kicking, and most of all...I still love you."
Her smile reflects off my face as I cheek back.
We have that moment where we each just gaze at eachother and know what teh other is thinking..."Why am I not kissing you right now?"
I grab the back of her head and passionatley coress her against me and press her lips against mine.
She slides her tongue into my mouth as I toss mine around in hers.
"I can't d..."
I push her onto teh bed mid sentence and crawl on top of her. Draven's shorts are half way up as my hand slides up them and grab her thighs towards me. her facial expression is both surprised and turned on.
"Since when did you become the dominating one?"
"Since all I've done is watch your sexy ass stroll in our apartment in your cute littel pajamas."
I crawl up into her ear and whisper,
"Now it's time for you to be in nothing."
I take both hands pull teh shirt off her. The red and white candy cane bra she was wearing snapped off with it... like I intended. With her breasts now exposed, I look at her like I'm just ready to be in her. Biting her lip, she grabs my head and presses it down it down to her nipples where I start biting, but not breaking skin. My tongue was all over body as I felt her back arch and her breathing accelerate. When I was human, all I wanted to was treat her with the upmost lady like respect, but a new, agreesive manner had erupted in me and she seemed to be enjoying my agression by the moans and the feet curling. Her shorts were the only piece of article of clothing left. As I went down to rip them off, she grabs me and tarts kissing my neck and simultaniously removes my shirt. i can feel my blood boil and I take her and strongly lock her to the bed. The look she gave burned through me like the blood burned through my veins.
"Take me Kingsly"
I gave her a smirk and I ripped off her shorts along with her panties and removed my pants and boxers.
I went in her so strong that she gave a squeak that only meant pleasure. With our bodies sliding up against eachother, I only penetrated deeper giving her multiple orgasms that todl me she was ready. I picked her up and nailed her to the wall and thrust inside of her. She couldn't take a breath. Every breath was replaced with a thrust that was followed by a gasp and sweat. Her nails were permantly attached to my back and I didn't plan to remove them. The bedroom was seen as endless possibilites. We rolled on the floor, I carried her into the shower, onto teh wall, against the door and finally, on the comfort of the mattress. By the time we were done, her hair was out of control and I never felt more satisfoed in my life. The whole ravished moment was fully based on my lust for her blood. I couldn't lie next to her. I had to walk around and talk myslef down.
"Where...are you going baby?"
"I'll be right back ok. Stay right there."
I give her a sensual kiss and put my pants back on.
I walk out onto the balcony for fresh air.
"What am I doing? Kinglsy...what are you doing? Ok. just go back in and..."
A sharp pain suddenly erupted in my neck.
"AHHHHHH!"
"KINGSLY!!!" I heard as time slowed down and everthing went blurry.
Tumbling off the balcony, a hand grabs my ankle and all I hear is,
"He's right here sir."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
" It was so real Kingsly. I thought I was going to die. It's not possible for him to be alive. And to see him just act like a monster..."
She leaned against me and dripped her tears onto my shirt.
I forgot how sweet her touch felt and how small and perfect she fit in my arms. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and comforted her.
"Draven, it was just a dream ok. Your dad...he's...gone."
I didn't lie. Teal had disappeared with only a stone and a trail of blood leading to the woods. As I absorbed the moment with Draven, her sobbing voice is heard through my chest.
" I miss you."
Looking confused, I reassure her that I'm real and that I'm standing right in front of her.
" I mean, I miss you Kingsly. The human, emotional, sweet, Kingsly. I don't know how to take the new you."
Lifting up her head, her moist blue eyes look into my dark, yet sensitive pupils.
" Draven, let me tell you something. I am the same Kinglsy that you have always known and loved. On the outside, yes, I am...different. But, on teh inside, I still laugh, I still enjoy a good ass zombie kicking, and most of all...I still love you."
Her smile reflects off my face as I cheek back.
We have that moment where we each just gaze at eachother and know what teh other is thinking..."Why am I not kissing you right now?"
I grab the back of her head and passionatley coress her against me and press her lips against mine.
She slides her tongue into my mouth as I toss mine around in hers.
"I can't d..."
I push her onto teh bed mid sentence and crawl on top of her. Draven's shorts are half way up as my hand slides up them and grab her thighs towards me. her facial expression is both surprised and turned on.
"Since when did you become the dominating one?"
"Since all I've done is watch your sexy ass stroll in our apartment in your cute littel pajamas."
I crawl up into her ear and whisper,
"Now it's time for you to be in nothing."
I take both hands pull teh shirt off her. The red and white candy cane bra she was wearing snapped off with it... like I intended. With her breasts now exposed, I look at her like I'm just ready to be in her. Biting her lip, she grabs my head and presses it down it down to her nipples where I start biting, but not breaking skin. My tongue was all over body as I felt her back arch and her breathing accelerate. When I was human, all I wanted to was treat her with the upmost lady like respect, but a new, agreesive manner had erupted in me and she seemed to be enjoying my agression by the moans and the feet curling. Her shorts were the only piece of article of clothing left. As I went down to rip them off, she grabs me and tarts kissing my neck and simultaniously removes my shirt. i can feel my blood boil and I take her and strongly lock her to the bed. The look she gave burned through me like the blood burned through my veins.
"Take me Kingsly"
I gave her a smirk and I ripped off her shorts along with her panties and removed my pants and boxers.
I went in her so strong that she gave a squeak that only meant pleasure. With our bodies sliding up against eachother, I only penetrated deeper giving her multiple orgasms that todl me she was ready. I picked her up and nailed her to the wall and thrust inside of her. She couldn't take a breath. Every breath was replaced with a thrust that was followed by a gasp and sweat. Her nails were permantly attached to my back and I didn't plan to remove them. The bedroom was seen as endless possibilites. We rolled on the floor, I carried her into the shower, onto teh wall, against the door and finally, on the comfort of the mattress. By the time we were done, her hair was out of control and I never felt more satisfoed in my life. The whole ravished moment was fully based on my lust for her blood. I couldn't lie next to her. I had to walk around and talk myslef down.
"Where...are you going baby?"
"I'll be right back ok. Stay right there."
I give her a sensual kiss and put my pants back on.
I walk out onto the balcony for fresh air.
"What am I doing? Kinglsy...what are you doing? Ok. just go back in and..."
A sharp pain suddenly erupted in my neck.
"AHHHHHH!"
"KINGSLY!!!" I heard as time slowed down and everthing went blurry.
Tumbling off the balcony, a hand grabs my ankle and all I hear is,
"He's right here sir."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
It's Only a Vail
It was as if time had stopped for the three of us, but even slower for Draven. I saw a mixture of anger, joy and confusion in her face and to retaliate to what she just saw, in her drunken stupor, she smashed the whiskey bottle against the side of the building and was standing with the newley created weapon in her hesitant hand.
"Who the SHIT are you?," she directed at Teal.
Her breath inflamed the air with the scent of hot whiskey. When had she picked up this habbit?
Teal looks at her and in his calm, slightly raspy voice, he commands Draven to put down the bottle.
"Honey, it's me, Dad. Put down the bottle Draven. Let me explain. You're not even here right now. You're wasted off your ass. Honey, I'm sure you're gunna piss out a brewery. Just put down the bottle."
I stood there feeling like I was watching a movie where the guy is convincing that death is not the answer.
This wasn't a movie.
Draven swung the broken glass at Teal and sliced his bicep.
"MOVE BACK FUCKER!"
At that moment, time sped up again and Teal's eyes widened.
"Why would you do that! HUH?"
He lunged at Draven knocking her down as he took the weapon meant for him and sliced her arm and started devouring his daughter's own blood.
Screaming, Draven tried to kick but Teal was too stong. With his eyes glazed over with black, he was blind sided by the crack of elbow against the back of his head.
I stood over Draven with my hand exteneded, and with a firm grip I helped her to her feet. Teal was right, Draven was a walking brewery. She could barely walk, so I carried her back to the apartment like a dad would carry his injured daughter. The blood from her arm seeped on my shirt and I could feel my skin turn hot and my mouth moisten.
Not now.
Not in her time of need. I couldn't let my alter ego escape. With the help of liquor, my Draven would have peace at least for a short span of time.
I left her for short second to go rescue Teal, but found that all that was in his place was a teal stone in a puddle of whiskey and a blood trail leading away from the apartment building off into the surrounding neighborhood. The drenched stone had a saying etched on the bottom.
I wiped off the mixture of blood and alchohol and read the inscription,
"Failure doesn't exist, just lack of persistance to fix them exists."
The stone took a residnece in my pocket.
I had to escape from the lingering scent of the sweet, rose smell of blood that was intoxicating the air around me.
The apartment was exactly how I left it, with Draven passed out on the couch and her arm stained with dried crimson rose blood. There was a medical kit that hid behind her lotions and shampoos in our bathroom that I retrieved to patch up her wound.
Softly, I wiped away her stains and cleansed the deep gash in her arm. Her arm was taken care of.
She was taken care of.
I brushed her hair away from her face and felt myself wanting this cure more than ever so I could spend a normal life with her and always be here to take care of her. Right here.
I laid a blanket over her and a trashcan beside her in case she wanted to get rid of excess brew.
It felt relieving to just relax and pretend like I was a normal human again.
To think, six months ago, I was a normal pizza man, substitute teacher, husband, human, and one day a future father.
All that, gone in a blink of an eye and replaced by something so unimaginable that it only makes sense to Bram Stoker.
For right now, I want to pretend I am human again and that I live a normal American, male life. So I do what males do, search the kitchen for something spicey and a beer. Lucky for me, Draven loved cooking Mexican food, so there was a pot of chili with every spice imaginable in it. Ranging from jalepenos to hot peppers.
Yeah, I was planning to burn my taste buds out and love every second that I'm not crying. Of course Draven had beer handy. It wasn't beer, but she was Teal's girl, she had bottles upon bottles of whiskey and Malibu. Me dying must've struck her hard enough to crank out the liquor.
I'm sorry Draven.
With my bubbling chili and my glass of whiskey, I sink into the lazy boy that still held my cheek impressions and propped up my feet and unbuttoned my pants for pre lift off before my food settled. The remote was at hands reach, of course. And I did what any man would do at that point, turn it straight to cartoons. It was around the time that Robot Chicken, my favorite Adult Swim comedy, was on. It takes me back to where my human plants were rooted. As the stop motion Batman crawls through the sewers making fun of The Shawshank Redemption and says,"Wow smells like Batman Forever down here," I lose it and for the first time in six months...I laugh. It sounds like someone had just been coughing and then a full laugh explodes. It feels like I'm me again. I feel like I'm back.
But I'm not. I can't escape reality. Robot Chicken, extremely hot chili and alcholic beverages only vail over the truth.
Things are changing.
Draven wakes up from my laugh.
"I love this show," she says in a quiet voice. I'm sure she is feeling the hangover now like running into a parked car.
"Yeah, it never gets old does it?"
"I had the weirdest dream Kingsly. I saw my father and he was trying to...bite me."
I set my drink on the table and held her.
"Let's get you some asprin ok."
She followed me to the bedroom...hand interlocked with my fingers.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
"Who the SHIT are you?," she directed at Teal.
Her breath inflamed the air with the scent of hot whiskey. When had she picked up this habbit?
Teal looks at her and in his calm, slightly raspy voice, he commands Draven to put down the bottle.
"Honey, it's me, Dad. Put down the bottle Draven. Let me explain. You're not even here right now. You're wasted off your ass. Honey, I'm sure you're gunna piss out a brewery. Just put down the bottle."
I stood there feeling like I was watching a movie where the guy is convincing that death is not the answer.
This wasn't a movie.
Draven swung the broken glass at Teal and sliced his bicep.
"MOVE BACK FUCKER!"
At that moment, time sped up again and Teal's eyes widened.
"Why would you do that! HUH?"
He lunged at Draven knocking her down as he took the weapon meant for him and sliced her arm and started devouring his daughter's own blood.
Screaming, Draven tried to kick but Teal was too stong. With his eyes glazed over with black, he was blind sided by the crack of elbow against the back of his head.
I stood over Draven with my hand exteneded, and with a firm grip I helped her to her feet. Teal was right, Draven was a walking brewery. She could barely walk, so I carried her back to the apartment like a dad would carry his injured daughter. The blood from her arm seeped on my shirt and I could feel my skin turn hot and my mouth moisten.
Not now.
Not in her time of need. I couldn't let my alter ego escape. With the help of liquor, my Draven would have peace at least for a short span of time.
I left her for short second to go rescue Teal, but found that all that was in his place was a teal stone in a puddle of whiskey and a blood trail leading away from the apartment building off into the surrounding neighborhood. The drenched stone had a saying etched on the bottom.
I wiped off the mixture of blood and alchohol and read the inscription,
"Failure doesn't exist, just lack of persistance to fix them exists."
The stone took a residnece in my pocket.
I had to escape from the lingering scent of the sweet, rose smell of blood that was intoxicating the air around me.
The apartment was exactly how I left it, with Draven passed out on the couch and her arm stained with dried crimson rose blood. There was a medical kit that hid behind her lotions and shampoos in our bathroom that I retrieved to patch up her wound.
Softly, I wiped away her stains and cleansed the deep gash in her arm. Her arm was taken care of.
She was taken care of.
I brushed her hair away from her face and felt myself wanting this cure more than ever so I could spend a normal life with her and always be here to take care of her. Right here.
I laid a blanket over her and a trashcan beside her in case she wanted to get rid of excess brew.
It felt relieving to just relax and pretend like I was a normal human again.
To think, six months ago, I was a normal pizza man, substitute teacher, husband, human, and one day a future father.
All that, gone in a blink of an eye and replaced by something so unimaginable that it only makes sense to Bram Stoker.
For right now, I want to pretend I am human again and that I live a normal American, male life. So I do what males do, search the kitchen for something spicey and a beer. Lucky for me, Draven loved cooking Mexican food, so there was a pot of chili with every spice imaginable in it. Ranging from jalepenos to hot peppers.
Yeah, I was planning to burn my taste buds out and love every second that I'm not crying. Of course Draven had beer handy. It wasn't beer, but she was Teal's girl, she had bottles upon bottles of whiskey and Malibu. Me dying must've struck her hard enough to crank out the liquor.
I'm sorry Draven.
With my bubbling chili and my glass of whiskey, I sink into the lazy boy that still held my cheek impressions and propped up my feet and unbuttoned my pants for pre lift off before my food settled. The remote was at hands reach, of course. And I did what any man would do at that point, turn it straight to cartoons. It was around the time that Robot Chicken, my favorite Adult Swim comedy, was on. It takes me back to where my human plants were rooted. As the stop motion Batman crawls through the sewers making fun of The Shawshank Redemption and says,"Wow smells like Batman Forever down here," I lose it and for the first time in six months...I laugh. It sounds like someone had just been coughing and then a full laugh explodes. It feels like I'm me again. I feel like I'm back.
But I'm not. I can't escape reality. Robot Chicken, extremely hot chili and alcholic beverages only vail over the truth.
Things are changing.
Draven wakes up from my laugh.
"I love this show," she says in a quiet voice. I'm sure she is feeling the hangover now like running into a parked car.
"Yeah, it never gets old does it?"
"I had the weirdest dream Kingsly. I saw my father and he was trying to...bite me."
I set my drink on the table and held her.
"Let's get you some asprin ok."
She followed me to the bedroom...hand interlocked with my fingers.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Teal
I couldn't beleieve that I was staring into the eyes of Draven's deceased father.
"Draven told me you were..."
He followed up with the word,"murdered."
My grip loosened and I dropped the whiskey bottle. The shattered glass echoed in the night and I leaned up against the wall and asked the question that we bith knew was coming.
"How are you here if you were murdered?" I asked confused and disoriented at the possibel thoughts as to what teh answer would be.
Teal looked at me with his cold eyes and his smirked. a sharp edge was sticking from his gums.
"I'm sure Draven has told you about the antidote I was trying to come up with, a cure for vampirism. My research started when my lab partner and I were researching a cure for ALS, When testing my subject, I noticed that his blood was extremely thin and his heart looked dry. It was if something had drained the life out if him and left him an empty black hole. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. My lab partner, who was my best friend, took a deeper look and traced the reason of this discoloration of the heart back to a transfer of disease way back in the 1600's... vampirism. We both stood in awe over this historic corpse. Vampires were fictional..until that day we both stood and stared fiction in the face," he took out a cigarello that smelled like mint and puffed the sweet smoke like he had just an unforgetable one night stand," So, after our findings, i had to call Draven and confide in her, to tell her what has been discovered. While I was outside, my lab assistant was left alone in the room with the "dead" creature. He loved to just get closer and closer until he couldn't find anymore to squeeze out of our finding. He had been way to close...and the creature came to and transferred the disease to my best friend. I heard an ear piercing scream that was followed by loud crash, a growl, and shot. I rushed into the lab and saw a bullet hole through the once dead body's head and a blood trail that led right to the product of the vampire...my assisants neck."
Teal took another puff of his minty cigarello while I hung on every word of his story. I felt like i was around the camp fire of Are You Afraid of the Dark.
"I tried to bandage him up and stop the bleeding, but he had lost so much already that I was trying to win a losing battle. I pulled the monster's tooth from my assistant's neck and put it in a plastic bag to examine. He was scared. he kept asking me what's happening to him and that he felt cold and his mouth was dry. I told him to resist any tempation to drink. He just looked at me and his eyes dialated and his gums began to bleed. I've never forgotten the sound he made when his fangs potruded from his gums. It was like pushing a knife through sheet metal. I held my friend until he was done screaming. That day, I vowed to find a cure for him."
The minty air flowed through my lungs as I took a deep breath.
" What was your friend's name?"
Teal shot me a look, and a tear fell onto the broken glass of the whiskey bottle as he told me the name in a raspy voice.
"Luther Gaza."
My heart shriveled and cringed. The hairs on my skin felt prickly and I squinted my eyes at the sound of his name.
"Luther was your lab assistant and best friend? He turned me into the fucking beast that I am today! He stoel my life from me! And you're saying he's your best friend!"
Teal replied, "Was my best friend. You see, after that incadent, we both vowed to find a cure for him. I told Draven about it and I asked for her help. She was studying to become a microbiologist like myself, so she knew what to look for and what was at stake. For five years Luther, Draven and I tried to create an antidote but funds were running low due to teh lack of support from the government and the company I worked for. They both said the exact same thing. Like they emailed eachother what to say, 'Vampires don't exist. Are you trying to steal our money or our serioulsy that crazy?' I had little support, but Draven always seemeed to pull through for me. One day, I told her to go down in the lab basement to retrieve what I believed was teh last ingredient for the cure, while Luther and I mixed the last of the concoction. Luther hadn't been doing so well those past few years. He looked pale and he looked extremely weak. He fed on birds most of the for his quick fix. He would become violent, irratable, and nonreachable. The vampire within him was taking over. And I was there when he finally succumbed. I rememebr asking him if was ready to be cured and his words were, 'I am cured. I've never felt so alive. If only you could feel what I feel. We could turn everyone.' I looked at is dark stare and those were the last eyes I stared into before I knew what was about to happen. Luther lunged at me, mouth agape and he tore a chunk of my neck out. I collapsed on the floor leaving a puddle of blood at my feet. He bends down and says, 'Join me. You eventually will,' and escapes out the window, but not before buring all my books to the ground. He knows the recipe, but it takes way to long to make, but in my knowledge of what Luther was becoming, I put the remaining ingredients ina safe and gave the code to three different people. Two other assistants and Draven."
One last puff on the cigarello and Teal stomped out the ashes.
"He knows that one way will create a antidote and another way will create a serum to turn genes into vampire genes. But, what he doesn't have is the code for the lock o the safe or where the safe even is."
I sort the information that's just bouncing in my cranium walls and put the pieces together.
"How long do you have before you start following in the steps of Luther?," I ask not only for him but for me too.
Teal begins to answer when a figure steps into the shadow given off by the moon hitting him. There stood Draven with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. Like father like daughter.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
"Draven told me you were..."
He followed up with the word,"murdered."
My grip loosened and I dropped the whiskey bottle. The shattered glass echoed in the night and I leaned up against the wall and asked the question that we bith knew was coming.
"How are you here if you were murdered?" I asked confused and disoriented at the possibel thoughts as to what teh answer would be.
Teal looked at me with his cold eyes and his smirked. a sharp edge was sticking from his gums.
"I'm sure Draven has told you about the antidote I was trying to come up with, a cure for vampirism. My research started when my lab partner and I were researching a cure for ALS, When testing my subject, I noticed that his blood was extremely thin and his heart looked dry. It was if something had drained the life out if him and left him an empty black hole. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. My lab partner, who was my best friend, took a deeper look and traced the reason of this discoloration of the heart back to a transfer of disease way back in the 1600's... vampirism. We both stood in awe over this historic corpse. Vampires were fictional..until that day we both stood and stared fiction in the face," he took out a cigarello that smelled like mint and puffed the sweet smoke like he had just an unforgetable one night stand," So, after our findings, i had to call Draven and confide in her, to tell her what has been discovered. While I was outside, my lab assistant was left alone in the room with the "dead" creature. He loved to just get closer and closer until he couldn't find anymore to squeeze out of our finding. He had been way to close...and the creature came to and transferred the disease to my best friend. I heard an ear piercing scream that was followed by loud crash, a growl, and shot. I rushed into the lab and saw a bullet hole through the once dead body's head and a blood trail that led right to the product of the vampire...my assisants neck."
Teal took another puff of his minty cigarello while I hung on every word of his story. I felt like i was around the camp fire of Are You Afraid of the Dark.
"I tried to bandage him up and stop the bleeding, but he had lost so much already that I was trying to win a losing battle. I pulled the monster's tooth from my assistant's neck and put it in a plastic bag to examine. He was scared. he kept asking me what's happening to him and that he felt cold and his mouth was dry. I told him to resist any tempation to drink. He just looked at me and his eyes dialated and his gums began to bleed. I've never forgotten the sound he made when his fangs potruded from his gums. It was like pushing a knife through sheet metal. I held my friend until he was done screaming. That day, I vowed to find a cure for him."
The minty air flowed through my lungs as I took a deep breath.
" What was your friend's name?"
Teal shot me a look, and a tear fell onto the broken glass of the whiskey bottle as he told me the name in a raspy voice.
"Luther Gaza."
My heart shriveled and cringed. The hairs on my skin felt prickly and I squinted my eyes at the sound of his name.
"Luther was your lab assistant and best friend? He turned me into the fucking beast that I am today! He stoel my life from me! And you're saying he's your best friend!"
Teal replied, "Was my best friend. You see, after that incadent, we both vowed to find a cure for him. I told Draven about it and I asked for her help. She was studying to become a microbiologist like myself, so she knew what to look for and what was at stake. For five years Luther, Draven and I tried to create an antidote but funds were running low due to teh lack of support from the government and the company I worked for. They both said the exact same thing. Like they emailed eachother what to say, 'Vampires don't exist. Are you trying to steal our money or our serioulsy that crazy?' I had little support, but Draven always seemeed to pull through for me. One day, I told her to go down in the lab basement to retrieve what I believed was teh last ingredient for the cure, while Luther and I mixed the last of the concoction. Luther hadn't been doing so well those past few years. He looked pale and he looked extremely weak. He fed on birds most of the for his quick fix. He would become violent, irratable, and nonreachable. The vampire within him was taking over. And I was there when he finally succumbed. I rememebr asking him if was ready to be cured and his words were, 'I am cured. I've never felt so alive. If only you could feel what I feel. We could turn everyone.' I looked at is dark stare and those were the last eyes I stared into before I knew what was about to happen. Luther lunged at me, mouth agape and he tore a chunk of my neck out. I collapsed on the floor leaving a puddle of blood at my feet. He bends down and says, 'Join me. You eventually will,' and escapes out the window, but not before buring all my books to the ground. He knows the recipe, but it takes way to long to make, but in my knowledge of what Luther was becoming, I put the remaining ingredients ina safe and gave the code to three different people. Two other assistants and Draven."
One last puff on the cigarello and Teal stomped out the ashes.
"He knows that one way will create a antidote and another way will create a serum to turn genes into vampire genes. But, what he doesn't have is the code for the lock o the safe or where the safe even is."
I sort the information that's just bouncing in my cranium walls and put the pieces together.
"How long do you have before you start following in the steps of Luther?," I ask not only for him but for me too.
Teal begins to answer when a figure steps into the shadow given off by the moon hitting him. There stood Draven with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. Like father like daughter.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My Truth, Her Truth, Our Truth Part 2
It was like I was another person to her. In her eyes I wasn't Kingsly, I was Luther.
"You're like him! Exactly like him! You're a monster! You're not Kingsly!," she bellows in her towel.
With the nail still in my chest and lack of thirst, I start to feel a bit weak. The knife in my face just adds more pressure and sends my heart racing.
"Draven. Please understand I'm not like him at all. I..."
She interupts.
"How many people have you killed King...," her voice trailing off refusing to say my name,"you have to feed obvioulsy or you wouldn't be here."
I uncomfortably pause. The air was thick with tension.
"Oh my god. You're a murder!"
The knife then sliced through the air towards my throat.
Luckily, I saw it coming and slid to the side to take away the knife.
Distracted by cling that knife made when the knife hit the solid kitchen floor, Draven blindsided me and with a solid punch that met my left cheek bone and grabs the knife from the lenolium.
At that moment, everything went blurry.
I can't lose consciousness. She'll kill me.
With an agonizing plea,"Draven, please let me explain. You have no idea how much hell I've gone through. The hell I'm going through right now. You don't understand! I've spent teh last 6 months wondering how you've been to the point I would stare at you from the roof across the pond. Draven. I may be a damn monster, but I haven't changed how I feel about you. I haven't lost contact with reality yet because of you. You're keeping me going Draven. Please. Keep me safe... I lo..."
Black.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I felt around my body to make sure I was still alive and that I wasn't tied up. I looked to my right and there was Draven cleaning her bloody hands with a warm towel. A nail lay beside her on the table.
I felt my chest and I had been stitched, and cleaned from every wound. From the bullet that penetrated my shoulder, to the broken wrist, to the nail.
Draven had abided my wail.
"Thanks," I coughed grabbing her hand.
She flinced at first, but embraced my hand cautiously.
"You hit like a man. I honestly thought I had been punched by Vin Diesel."
There it was. Her smile that lit up the room.
"Kingsly...what's it like...being a vampire?," she asks through sympathetic, curious eyes.
"It's like hell frozen over in me. I have this burning passion within me, but all I feel is cold. I constantly fight the urge to kill. Some people say they were born to kill. That's how I feel...born to kill."
She looks away and wipes a tear from her face.
Her curiousity continues.
"Do you..want to kill me?"
I can't tell her that her blood smells like an orchard full of apples and that I just want to sink my teeth into every one. She would be even more scared. So, I painfully lie.
"I don't want to kill you Draven. I've been too focused on being with you that I haven't even thought about...killing," I say with a blanket over my eyes so she doesn't see my lie.
I remember why Luther wanted her.
This mysterious code.
"I have a few questions of my own. Why did Luther want you and what's this code that everyone wants from you?"
She looks deep into my dark pupils with excruiating pain.
"Do you remember that story that I told you about my dad and developing an antidote to cure vampirism?"
I nod as I ponder where this going.
"Kingsly, I've been helping to continue that work. Seth and I have found the antidote, but we don't know the order to mix the ingredients. One mix will make the cure, the other could create a syrum to produce vampire genes. It's taken us several years of testing and...money to do this."
The way she paused when she said money clicked in my head.
"You've been using the money...my hard earned money to do research on creating an antidote behind my back? Are you even studying to be a zoologist?"
The same tension that was in the air when she asked if I had murdered had returned in the air.
I continue with my rage.
"Why didn't you tell me Draven? We told eachother everything! The only reason I was working that pizza job was to help pay for your college. That was the motivation behind that job. I put up with the messed up orders, the rude customers, the long, boring drives, because I was helping you through college. If i would've known you were using ot for research, I would've been fine! I would've helped! But thanks to you, I am what I am today, a monster because I wanted to help you be successful!"
Through her sobs she cries,
"You don't understand! I couldn't tell you! I have people after me for that code. I was protecting you!"
Enraged at this point I open my lungs and roar,
"SAVING ME??! LOOK WHAT I'VE BECOME BECAUSE OF THAT PIZZA RUN!! LOOK AT WHAT SAVING ME DID"
All my anger that I've held in has finally been released from its chain. I was looking for someone to blame for what happened to me. My anger took residence in me long enough.
I feel my hand raise and see her flinch.
It took every ounce of life left in me to hold back.
"I'm out of here."
An intensified crying Draven wails,
"How dare you! GET OUT!"
Through clenched teeth, making sure she sees ,my fangs, I snarl,
"I'm gone."
the door slams knocking down the picture frame of our wedding day on the entertainment center.
Her sobs pierce my heart and I slide against our apartment door and start crying.
"I don't need this," I whisper to myself.
I walk down the hallway to the outside and I'm greeted by some stranger.
He had gray hair and thick glasses. He looked dead with his extremely white skin.
His eyes were about as blue as Draven's and his smile looked oddly familiar. I know I haven't seen his man before, but for some reason I feel like I can confide in him.
"Rough day?," the old man says concerned.
"You don't know the half of it. No offense."
"None takin. Wanna drink?"
The man extends a bottle of whiskey towards my direction.
He has to be a tough guy if he's drinking whiskey straight.
I look at him as he's shoving the temptation my way.
"Thanks," I say after forcing down the hot liquid.
"It's a beautful thing, alchohol. It's the one thing that you can always count on to make you feel better," the man says as he takes a huge swig.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"The name's Theodore, but I like to go by Teal...it's my favorite color. Who are you?"
"I'm Kinglsy. I don't know what they call me these days. The days just seem to be a blur."
Teal thrusts the remaining quarter of whiskey towards me and I swallow the rest.
"Does your mood have anything to do with Draven?"
I break the whiskey bottle and slam Teal onto the wall looking at him through fierce, fiery eyes.
"Who are you? And what do you know about Draven?!"
The broken whiskey bottle rests againts his adams apple as he whispers,
"I'm her father."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
"You're like him! Exactly like him! You're a monster! You're not Kingsly!," she bellows in her towel.
With the nail still in my chest and lack of thirst, I start to feel a bit weak. The knife in my face just adds more pressure and sends my heart racing.
"Draven. Please understand I'm not like him at all. I..."
She interupts.
"How many people have you killed King...," her voice trailing off refusing to say my name,"you have to feed obvioulsy or you wouldn't be here."
I uncomfortably pause. The air was thick with tension.
"Oh my god. You're a murder!"
The knife then sliced through the air towards my throat.
Luckily, I saw it coming and slid to the side to take away the knife.
Distracted by cling that knife made when the knife hit the solid kitchen floor, Draven blindsided me and with a solid punch that met my left cheek bone and grabs the knife from the lenolium.
At that moment, everything went blurry.
I can't lose consciousness. She'll kill me.
With an agonizing plea,"Draven, please let me explain. You have no idea how much hell I've gone through. The hell I'm going through right now. You don't understand! I've spent teh last 6 months wondering how you've been to the point I would stare at you from the roof across the pond. Draven. I may be a damn monster, but I haven't changed how I feel about you. I haven't lost contact with reality yet because of you. You're keeping me going Draven. Please. Keep me safe... I lo..."
Black.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I felt around my body to make sure I was still alive and that I wasn't tied up. I looked to my right and there was Draven cleaning her bloody hands with a warm towel. A nail lay beside her on the table.
I felt my chest and I had been stitched, and cleaned from every wound. From the bullet that penetrated my shoulder, to the broken wrist, to the nail.
Draven had abided my wail.
"Thanks," I coughed grabbing her hand.
She flinced at first, but embraced my hand cautiously.
"You hit like a man. I honestly thought I had been punched by Vin Diesel."
There it was. Her smile that lit up the room.
"Kingsly...what's it like...being a vampire?," she asks through sympathetic, curious eyes.
"It's like hell frozen over in me. I have this burning passion within me, but all I feel is cold. I constantly fight the urge to kill. Some people say they were born to kill. That's how I feel...born to kill."
She looks away and wipes a tear from her face.
Her curiousity continues.
"Do you..want to kill me?"
I can't tell her that her blood smells like an orchard full of apples and that I just want to sink my teeth into every one. She would be even more scared. So, I painfully lie.
"I don't want to kill you Draven. I've been too focused on being with you that I haven't even thought about...killing," I say with a blanket over my eyes so she doesn't see my lie.
I remember why Luther wanted her.
This mysterious code.
"I have a few questions of my own. Why did Luther want you and what's this code that everyone wants from you?"
She looks deep into my dark pupils with excruiating pain.
"Do you remember that story that I told you about my dad and developing an antidote to cure vampirism?"
I nod as I ponder where this going.
"Kingsly, I've been helping to continue that work. Seth and I have found the antidote, but we don't know the order to mix the ingredients. One mix will make the cure, the other could create a syrum to produce vampire genes. It's taken us several years of testing and...money to do this."
The way she paused when she said money clicked in my head.
"You've been using the money...my hard earned money to do research on creating an antidote behind my back? Are you even studying to be a zoologist?"
The same tension that was in the air when she asked if I had murdered had returned in the air.
I continue with my rage.
"Why didn't you tell me Draven? We told eachother everything! The only reason I was working that pizza job was to help pay for your college. That was the motivation behind that job. I put up with the messed up orders, the rude customers, the long, boring drives, because I was helping you through college. If i would've known you were using ot for research, I would've been fine! I would've helped! But thanks to you, I am what I am today, a monster because I wanted to help you be successful!"
Through her sobs she cries,
"You don't understand! I couldn't tell you! I have people after me for that code. I was protecting you!"
Enraged at this point I open my lungs and roar,
"SAVING ME??! LOOK WHAT I'VE BECOME BECAUSE OF THAT PIZZA RUN!! LOOK AT WHAT SAVING ME DID"
All my anger that I've held in has finally been released from its chain. I was looking for someone to blame for what happened to me. My anger took residence in me long enough.
I feel my hand raise and see her flinch.
It took every ounce of life left in me to hold back.
"I'm out of here."
An intensified crying Draven wails,
"How dare you! GET OUT!"
Through clenched teeth, making sure she sees ,my fangs, I snarl,
"I'm gone."
the door slams knocking down the picture frame of our wedding day on the entertainment center.
Her sobs pierce my heart and I slide against our apartment door and start crying.
"I don't need this," I whisper to myself.
I walk down the hallway to the outside and I'm greeted by some stranger.
He had gray hair and thick glasses. He looked dead with his extremely white skin.
His eyes were about as blue as Draven's and his smile looked oddly familiar. I know I haven't seen his man before, but for some reason I feel like I can confide in him.
"Rough day?," the old man says concerned.
"You don't know the half of it. No offense."
"None takin. Wanna drink?"
The man extends a bottle of whiskey towards my direction.
He has to be a tough guy if he's drinking whiskey straight.
I look at him as he's shoving the temptation my way.
"Thanks," I say after forcing down the hot liquid.
"It's a beautful thing, alchohol. It's the one thing that you can always count on to make you feel better," the man says as he takes a huge swig.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"The name's Theodore, but I like to go by Teal...it's my favorite color. Who are you?"
"I'm Kinglsy. I don't know what they call me these days. The days just seem to be a blur."
Teal thrusts the remaining quarter of whiskey towards me and I swallow the rest.
"Does your mood have anything to do with Draven?"
I break the whiskey bottle and slam Teal onto the wall looking at him through fierce, fiery eyes.
"Who are you? And what do you know about Draven?!"
The broken whiskey bottle rests againts his adams apple as he whispers,
"I'm her father."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Thursday, March 11, 2010
My Truth, Her Truth, Our Truth Part 1
Hand in hand, we walk into the place that I once called my home. The sweet smell of cinnamon thinned out the air. Memories started consuming me: the video games, the long talks, the plans for the future, everything that was disrupted in one night.
It was a little awkward being with Draven at first because of the 6 month time lapse. What should I say to start conversation?
"So Draven...for the past 6 months I've been watching you cry through the window from the building across the street. Oh and I've killed two people. On top of that I can't stop thinking about how sweet your blood smells and how much I want to taste it."
Luckily, she wouldn't stop hugging me. I felt such a sensation hugging her back. Trying to ignore the want, I start to remember that I once lived for these embraces.
"I've missed you so much Kingsly. I thought you were dead."
I haven't yet told her what I am. She thinks this flesh is alive, but in reality it's just a walking constant hunger. I don't want her to know yet and I wish I could hide it, but the fangs, the constant bitter cold skin, the never aging, would be a problem and hard to cover. I want to be upfront with her because I know she's always been upfront with me.
I trust her.
As I'm rubbing her back, I swallow hard as I begin to tell her my curse.
"Draven...I...."
She interupts.
"Babe, I'm so happy you're back. I can't stop smiling now that you're here...with me again. I thought I lost you. I thought I was going to age without my true love. But here you are," her smile is brighter that fluorescent light in the apartment, “and here I am...dirty and unpresentable. I'm going to wash up and we are going to lay down so I can talk to you. OK?"
I nod, and with a close lipped smile so that I am not showing my sharpened murder tools, I reply,
"OK angel. Wash up. I'll be right here."
She walks away to the back room where the bathroom is and runs the bath water with the door closed.
I can't believe I'm back here with her. But nothing will be the same after I tell her what I am...what I've done...what I know.
I hear her step in the tub and slip in the steamy relaxant.
The cinnamon air draws me into our bedroom where curiosity then takes over. Looking in my old drawers, I see some of the clothes were thrown in there. Her aroma was drenched in the mess. I picked up my favorite black V-neck shirt and smelled it. Draven's scent filled my lungs. I take off my old, torn, blood stained shirt and replace it with the Draven scented V-neck. I felt new again. It's been 6 months since I felt any kind of new sensation worth smiling about. Under all the shirts, I find a photo of her and I in Hawaii on our honeymoon. It's obvious that Alchohol was our favorite guest that evening. We were posing with a massive tattooed Hawaiian. Her leg was across the protruding belly while I was on the other side holding it up. We had such a great time.
I miss it.
It will never be the same.
I stroll to the living room and find our ping pong table.
I was a beast at ping pong.
Her and I would bet who did dishes by playing a game to 21.
I would always win...but somehow she would always bat those crystal blue globes at me and I'd end up with the bejeweled gloves on, scrubbing dishes beside her.
Walking back to the bathroom, I see her naked body covered in the soapy oval of bubbles relaxed her. The steam was rising out of the water and all I could feel was ice.
Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, and I smiled.
The shampoo bottle that smelled like violets was sitting beside her. I take a seat on the floor and grab the bottle, squirting a quarter sized dollop in my hand.
"Are you going to wash my hair?" she asks with a bright grin on her face.
"Just close your eyes, sweetheart. I'm here to take care of you."
Rubbing the thick shampoo in her wet hair, the violet aroma replaces the steam. I take a deep breath and I feel my heart thump two times harder.
I have a conversation with myself.
I can do this. Ignore the fact that she smells like violet and that her blood smells just as sweet. Ignore it.
The other voice starts to talk. The demon.
"You know how hungry you are right now. It won't get any better. She would just be another meal. Just. Another. Meal."
I concentrate on thoroughly massaging the shampoo in her hair.
The moans she makes reminds me of the last time we made love.
The sounds she made. The curling of her toes. The flutter of her eyelids. Everything she was doing right now made me want to take her out and ravish her.
"Thanks baby. You haven't changed one bit," Draven whispers as I solomnly disagree.
"I'll always love you Draven."
The purple towel was just in reach for me to grab and dry off her hair. She rose out, with her silky skin exposed dripping. The dirt had been washed away and revealed a clean, sexy Draven. From her damp brunette hair to her smooth legs, she had stolen my heart all over again.
The purple towel was then used to cover up her nakedness...unfortunatley. I may be a monster, but a man at that. Someone that beautiful should be ashamed to wear clothes and hiding such magnificient glory.
I rub the towel on her in a dry off fashion and she tucks in the towel to get dressed.
Heaven is staring back me while I stare deep in her blue eyes. I can't take it.
My lips hit hers like a wrecking ball would hit an beautiful aged building. They press hot against her lips and her tongue starts moving around in my mouth as if she tasting a new flavor she's never tasted. My hand slides in the back of her neck to pull her closer. Our tounges meet and she curls hers making my lip curl up to her up lip to suck. After about a 5 minutes in my own heaven, I pull away slowly and kiss her forehead.
"You're going to wanna hug me for me to tell you this," I plea so she won't see my death weapons in my mouth when I tell her.
"Gladly," she exclaims.
Wrapping her arms around me, I swallow hard, and reveal my secret.
"Draven, you know that I always wanna be honest with you. The past 6 months have been literal hell for me. When I made the pizza run, I swerved off the road, almost hitting a man."
She gasps and I continue.
"I followed the guy in the guy in the woods and overheard him plotting to kill someone. He...smelled me...and he ran after me in the woods. Being stupid, I turned my head to see if he was behind me, and ran head first into an oak. He then finds me...drags me to the shack you were held hostage...and bit me."
Puzzled she asks, "Bit you? ...how?"
I grab her hand to rub over the scarred tissue where his teeth had penetrated. Her hand jerks away along with her whole body.
"I'm a vampire Draven." The words escape painfully.
And the look of shear pain and fear will forever be burned in my skull as Draven runs into the kitchen. I follow her and I'm faced with a dangerous Draven...with a butcher's knife reflecting in my direction.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
It was a little awkward being with Draven at first because of the 6 month time lapse. What should I say to start conversation?
"So Draven...for the past 6 months I've been watching you cry through the window from the building across the street. Oh and I've killed two people. On top of that I can't stop thinking about how sweet your blood smells and how much I want to taste it."
Luckily, she wouldn't stop hugging me. I felt such a sensation hugging her back. Trying to ignore the want, I start to remember that I once lived for these embraces.
"I've missed you so much Kingsly. I thought you were dead."
I haven't yet told her what I am. She thinks this flesh is alive, but in reality it's just a walking constant hunger. I don't want her to know yet and I wish I could hide it, but the fangs, the constant bitter cold skin, the never aging, would be a problem and hard to cover. I want to be upfront with her because I know she's always been upfront with me.
I trust her.
As I'm rubbing her back, I swallow hard as I begin to tell her my curse.
"Draven...I...."
She interupts.
"Babe, I'm so happy you're back. I can't stop smiling now that you're here...with me again. I thought I lost you. I thought I was going to age without my true love. But here you are," her smile is brighter that fluorescent light in the apartment, “and here I am...dirty and unpresentable. I'm going to wash up and we are going to lay down so I can talk to you. OK?"
I nod, and with a close lipped smile so that I am not showing my sharpened murder tools, I reply,
"OK angel. Wash up. I'll be right here."
She walks away to the back room where the bathroom is and runs the bath water with the door closed.
I can't believe I'm back here with her. But nothing will be the same after I tell her what I am...what I've done...what I know.
I hear her step in the tub and slip in the steamy relaxant.
The cinnamon air draws me into our bedroom where curiosity then takes over. Looking in my old drawers, I see some of the clothes were thrown in there. Her aroma was drenched in the mess. I picked up my favorite black V-neck shirt and smelled it. Draven's scent filled my lungs. I take off my old, torn, blood stained shirt and replace it with the Draven scented V-neck. I felt new again. It's been 6 months since I felt any kind of new sensation worth smiling about. Under all the shirts, I find a photo of her and I in Hawaii on our honeymoon. It's obvious that Alchohol was our favorite guest that evening. We were posing with a massive tattooed Hawaiian. Her leg was across the protruding belly while I was on the other side holding it up. We had such a great time.
I miss it.
It will never be the same.
I stroll to the living room and find our ping pong table.
I was a beast at ping pong.
Her and I would bet who did dishes by playing a game to 21.
I would always win...but somehow she would always bat those crystal blue globes at me and I'd end up with the bejeweled gloves on, scrubbing dishes beside her.
Walking back to the bathroom, I see her naked body covered in the soapy oval of bubbles relaxed her. The steam was rising out of the water and all I could feel was ice.
Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, and I smiled.
The shampoo bottle that smelled like violets was sitting beside her. I take a seat on the floor and grab the bottle, squirting a quarter sized dollop in my hand.
"Are you going to wash my hair?" she asks with a bright grin on her face.
"Just close your eyes, sweetheart. I'm here to take care of you."
Rubbing the thick shampoo in her wet hair, the violet aroma replaces the steam. I take a deep breath and I feel my heart thump two times harder.
I have a conversation with myself.
I can do this. Ignore the fact that she smells like violet and that her blood smells just as sweet. Ignore it.
The other voice starts to talk. The demon.
"You know how hungry you are right now. It won't get any better. She would just be another meal. Just. Another. Meal."
I concentrate on thoroughly massaging the shampoo in her hair.
The moans she makes reminds me of the last time we made love.
The sounds she made. The curling of her toes. The flutter of her eyelids. Everything she was doing right now made me want to take her out and ravish her.
"Thanks baby. You haven't changed one bit," Draven whispers as I solomnly disagree.
"I'll always love you Draven."
The purple towel was just in reach for me to grab and dry off her hair. She rose out, with her silky skin exposed dripping. The dirt had been washed away and revealed a clean, sexy Draven. From her damp brunette hair to her smooth legs, she had stolen my heart all over again.
The purple towel was then used to cover up her nakedness...unfortunatley. I may be a monster, but a man at that. Someone that beautiful should be ashamed to wear clothes and hiding such magnificient glory.
I rub the towel on her in a dry off fashion and she tucks in the towel to get dressed.
Heaven is staring back me while I stare deep in her blue eyes. I can't take it.
My lips hit hers like a wrecking ball would hit an beautiful aged building. They press hot against her lips and her tongue starts moving around in my mouth as if she tasting a new flavor she's never tasted. My hand slides in the back of her neck to pull her closer. Our tounges meet and she curls hers making my lip curl up to her up lip to suck. After about a 5 minutes in my own heaven, I pull away slowly and kiss her forehead.
"You're going to wanna hug me for me to tell you this," I plea so she won't see my death weapons in my mouth when I tell her.
"Gladly," she exclaims.
Wrapping her arms around me, I swallow hard, and reveal my secret.
"Draven, you know that I always wanna be honest with you. The past 6 months have been literal hell for me. When I made the pizza run, I swerved off the road, almost hitting a man."
She gasps and I continue.
"I followed the guy in the guy in the woods and overheard him plotting to kill someone. He...smelled me...and he ran after me in the woods. Being stupid, I turned my head to see if he was behind me, and ran head first into an oak. He then finds me...drags me to the shack you were held hostage...and bit me."
Puzzled she asks, "Bit you? ...how?"
I grab her hand to rub over the scarred tissue where his teeth had penetrated. Her hand jerks away along with her whole body.
"I'm a vampire Draven." The words escape painfully.
And the look of shear pain and fear will forever be burned in my skull as Draven runs into the kitchen. I follow her and I'm faced with a dangerous Draven...with a butcher's knife reflecting in my direction.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Kept Promise
I felt like TNT in a dark room. Once Luther had slapped Draven, that fuse became lit, unsure when it would explode.
"Oh, I didn't see you there Kingsly. How are you? I see you managed to escape from Seth's house. I'll have a talk with him later. Wanna seat?"
Luther was testing my already short fuse. His yellow tinted fangs were those of a monster. A heartless, black hole. I looked past the dark hair that covered his glass eye and saw a demon. This asshole wanted me to "take a seat?" I'll humor him, but my eyes are still fixed on Draven. After getting past the busted lip, the brutally bruised cheeks, the puffed right eye and the bloody left, she was still beautiful. She was still the Draven I married and loved with all my heart. Luther looked like he had taken a beating as well. The goose egg on his head and the dried blood on his lower lip told me that Draven hadn't taken her beatings lightly.
After looking at her and looking back at Luther...
"FUCK TAKING A SEAT!"
The TNT inside me had let off an earthquake within me.
I lunge at Luther who moves quickly to the side, avoiding my thrust, and grabs my head and slams it to the ground like he had palmed a basketball and bounced it.
"Kingsly!" I hear Draven yell in her concerned voice. I see her scrambling to untie herself. What a fighter.
Luther takes a seat down to my level as I stare him in the eyes. His glass eye is filled with anger, deception, and murder.
"Hi Kingsly," he says through a smirk, "I'm glad you could see your wife like this. Wanna say hi?"
He picks my head up by the hair and forces me to see her in her bloody stupor.
A tear falls to the floor and it seems to burn the concrete.
It's not her tear...but mine.
She looks at me, and without words I can hear her say,"Here I am Kingsly. You have to fight. You have to continue...for me...for us."
She nodded her head as she knew that I caught the message I had received from her deep gaze.
I reached and grabbed Luther's wrist, hearing multiple satifying snaps.
With my head free, I had gathered up just enough energy to rise up and stomp on Luther's already broken wrist.
The floor of the shack was littered with rusted nails from previous carpenter's projects. I took advantage of these gifts left for me and nailed one straight through Luther's hand.
A satisfying howl came from the depths of Luther's diaphragm.
I smirked.
"Luther. Do you realize what you've made me? Do you realize what you've created for yourself? You've done this to me and by creating this you've shaped your tombstone."
Luther starts laughing.
"You know what Kingsly...how many people have you killed to get to me? How many husbands? I know what I've created. A brother."
He takes out the nail and throws it. It lands squarely in my chest as he runs off.
The nail penatrates to the point where only the flat end can be seen.
It doesn't matter. I turn to Draven.
Draven.
I didn't know how I felt. I felt light headed,ashamed, dirty...monsterous.
Through her sobs she looked at me, her brunette hair matted from days without
shower, and beckoned me over.
"Kingsly! Get over here and untie me damnit. You get over here."
My feet seem to be walking on ice as they slip and stutter over to her from the lack of equalibruim throuh my body.
Untying the thick ropes seemed like to take those 6 months that I lost with her.
The final knot had been untied and she was free.
Free to embrace me. Just like I remember.
I embrace her so tight that I can feel her feet being lifted off the ground.
She was really in my arms. After 6 months of watching her eat alone in the apartment and cry,wishing she had someone to talk back to her, she was finally in my arms again. I felt her grip tighten and I could feel her smile and tears through my black torn shirt. Each tear was a reminder...a reminder that I wasn't the same. As much as I missed her, the scent of her sweet blood ran through my veins and hardened my grip.
No.
Not now.
I let her go.
Our tears mix and create wet stains on eachother's clothes.
"I've...missed you so much Draven. Words can't....can't even describe."
I hold my chest where the nail lies hammered in.
"Baby...let's get out of here. Let's get you fixed up. We have catching up to do."
She grabs my hand, fingers interlaced;we walk in sync to the opening of the shack door.
"I promised myself I'd find you. I always keep my promises."
TO BE CONTINUED....
"Oh, I didn't see you there Kingsly. How are you? I see you managed to escape from Seth's house. I'll have a talk with him later. Wanna seat?"
Luther was testing my already short fuse. His yellow tinted fangs were those of a monster. A heartless, black hole. I looked past the dark hair that covered his glass eye and saw a demon. This asshole wanted me to "take a seat?" I'll humor him, but my eyes are still fixed on Draven. After getting past the busted lip, the brutally bruised cheeks, the puffed right eye and the bloody left, she was still beautiful. She was still the Draven I married and loved with all my heart. Luther looked like he had taken a beating as well. The goose egg on his head and the dried blood on his lower lip told me that Draven hadn't taken her beatings lightly.
After looking at her and looking back at Luther...
"FUCK TAKING A SEAT!"
The TNT inside me had let off an earthquake within me.
I lunge at Luther who moves quickly to the side, avoiding my thrust, and grabs my head and slams it to the ground like he had palmed a basketball and bounced it.
"Kingsly!" I hear Draven yell in her concerned voice. I see her scrambling to untie herself. What a fighter.
Luther takes a seat down to my level as I stare him in the eyes. His glass eye is filled with anger, deception, and murder.
"Hi Kingsly," he says through a smirk, "I'm glad you could see your wife like this. Wanna say hi?"
He picks my head up by the hair and forces me to see her in her bloody stupor.
A tear falls to the floor and it seems to burn the concrete.
It's not her tear...but mine.
She looks at me, and without words I can hear her say,"Here I am Kingsly. You have to fight. You have to continue...for me...for us."
She nodded her head as she knew that I caught the message I had received from her deep gaze.
I reached and grabbed Luther's wrist, hearing multiple satifying snaps.
With my head free, I had gathered up just enough energy to rise up and stomp on Luther's already broken wrist.
The floor of the shack was littered with rusted nails from previous carpenter's projects. I took advantage of these gifts left for me and nailed one straight through Luther's hand.
A satisfying howl came from the depths of Luther's diaphragm.
I smirked.
"Luther. Do you realize what you've made me? Do you realize what you've created for yourself? You've done this to me and by creating this you've shaped your tombstone."
Luther starts laughing.
"You know what Kingsly...how many people have you killed to get to me? How many husbands? I know what I've created. A brother."
He takes out the nail and throws it. It lands squarely in my chest as he runs off.
The nail penatrates to the point where only the flat end can be seen.
It doesn't matter. I turn to Draven.
Draven.
I didn't know how I felt. I felt light headed,ashamed, dirty...monsterous.
Through her sobs she looked at me, her brunette hair matted from days without
shower, and beckoned me over.
"Kingsly! Get over here and untie me damnit. You get over here."
My feet seem to be walking on ice as they slip and stutter over to her from the lack of equalibruim throuh my body.
Untying the thick ropes seemed like to take those 6 months that I lost with her.
The final knot had been untied and she was free.
Free to embrace me. Just like I remember.
I embrace her so tight that I can feel her feet being lifted off the ground.
She was really in my arms. After 6 months of watching her eat alone in the apartment and cry,wishing she had someone to talk back to her, she was finally in my arms again. I felt her grip tighten and I could feel her smile and tears through my black torn shirt. Each tear was a reminder...a reminder that I wasn't the same. As much as I missed her, the scent of her sweet blood ran through my veins and hardened my grip.
No.
Not now.
I let her go.
Our tears mix and create wet stains on eachother's clothes.
"I've...missed you so much Draven. Words can't....can't even describe."
I hold my chest where the nail lies hammered in.
"Baby...let's get out of here. Let's get you fixed up. We have catching up to do."
She grabs my hand, fingers interlaced;we walk in sync to the opening of the shack door.
"I promised myself I'd find you. I always keep my promises."
TO BE CONTINUED....
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Follow The Blood Trail
"I know your're mad Kingsly, but I had faith that you would escape. Plus that cop won't be going very far. I did place spikes in the driveway. He'll be flat in hours. He threatened to kill my family Kingsly. Luther called me before you came and said that you would arrive and try to kill me. So, from there he told me that if I didn't slow you down from finding him he would have his assassin kill my family and make me watch. Don't be angry Kingsly. I know my brother, and he knows where to hit the hardest. Call me when you read this. I have information for you. You can trust me. Luther thinks that you on your way to a high level prison. Trust me. 888-7394. -Seth" I had to hand it to him, some how he knew that I would barge out alive. Pulling out the cell phone I dialed the seven digits. Each number I pounded, was a heartbeat that I wish I had. I felt no remorse for thrashing into the cop. He was between me and my main goal: to retreive Draven and kill Luther. I stared at the cop's blood trail down the road as I listen to U2's "Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me" on Seth's ringback. My eyes blacken at the sight of the blood trail. Memories start to flash in. The cops pain. His face. The taste.
"Hello?"
I snap back to reality. "Seth. It's Kinglsy."
He sounded relieved. Like he wasn't sure if I was going to call.
"Kinglsy. I knew you were going to be ok... how.. "
"Seth, cut to the chase. What information do you have for me? I'm trying to forget the fact you delivered me to the cops."
"I told you. Luther threatened to kill my family Kinglsy. He knows I have one of the codes. He told me that there was no reason to ask for the code because he knew I would just lie to him. So instead of asking me for the code, he told me to slow you down and he would get that code another way. Kingsly, I want to tell you that code. I'll tell you the other code too. I would tell you Draven's too, but she kept that extremely secret. No one knows it but her. I want you to know both codes, that way...if something does happen to me, you'll have the part of the combination to the formula. My code goes first. 13-27-12-10-14#. The other code that Luther has goes second. 19-33-8-2-20*. Then Draven's is last. And Kingsly, Bishop was lying. Luther isn't at your old apartment. He's holding her in a shack. In the woods."
I know where he's talking about. My mind flashes.
"I thought you were stronger than this Kinglsy. I get more of a chase from birds."
Then a sharp pain throbs through my veins.
"I know where you're talking about. Seth, I'm sorry you were dragged into this."
Seth gives a chuckle. "Kingsly, I'm his brother. I've been in this longer than you think. And so has Draven. But that's her story to tell you. Take care Kingsly. And please, don't give up in your fight. Remember who's with you. Remember who's team your fighting for. You have a choice. You always have a choice."
"Seth? What do you mean? Seth?"
Click.
I try calling back, but all I hear echoing is the sound of voicemail. What was Seth trying to say to me? What had I been bitten into? The blood trail stared at me through the trees. Ironically enough, the trail led to the shack where Draven was being held. The Blood Trail. Jumping out of the trees, I landed solid on the leaves and ventured towards the Blood Trail. The road behind me reminded me that there was no turning back. I reached in the back of my pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. A picture of Draven stared back at me. Her blue oceanic eyes and her smile impaled my skull. "What are you hiding Draven?," I ask myself. Walking down the Blood Trail, I have a look through my wallet to see what I died with. "Hmmm, a twenty dollar bill, some matches, some credit cards, a subway gift card, and what's this?" A wrinkled paper fell out with the name of a book on it. "Sherlock Holmes and the Study in Scarlett. Love You Kingsly Bear." Kingsly Bear. I haven't heard that name in 6 months. I also haven't cried in 6 months.... Until now. A tear soiled the paper, making the ink run. At that moment, it started pouring down rain. All the objects from my wallet drop from my hands and is swept away on the Blood Trail. For the first time in 6 months, I feel sadness and come to a realization that there's no returning to the past. There is one chance and that chance is locked up somewhere. The note slides back into my wallet and I climb off my knees and trudge through the rainfall. Through the wooded area,I can see my second birth place, the raggedy, dirty shack. Stop to stare, memories flash back.
Screaming.
Hitting.
Replacing of realities.
It all happened here.
Suddenly, a woman's scream sounds from the shack.
"You monster! STOP IT! I'll NEVER tell!" .
Draven!
Threading through the woods like needle knitting a scarf, I run through the brush and past the tree that has a large blood stain on it. Next to the tree is a large, steel pipe. I grasp it as I hear another scream.
Kicking in the shack door, there stands the one who stole everything from me. My life, my wife, my future.
She's bloody, with bruises and a black eye. The dirt under her fingernails tells me she has been here longer than a few days.
But it looks as though she put up a fight with Luther. He had blood stained knees,shins, and multiple bruises on his forehead.
I walked in just as Luther was about to slap Draven again.
He looked at me, not with surprise, but a smirk as he smacked Draven in front of me.
My knuckles started to bleed from how hard I was gripping the metal pipe.
Everything started to surround in black.
"That. Was. A. Mistake."
TO BE CONTINUED....
"Hello?"
I snap back to reality. "Seth. It's Kinglsy."
He sounded relieved. Like he wasn't sure if I was going to call.
"Kinglsy. I knew you were going to be ok... how.. "
"Seth, cut to the chase. What information do you have for me? I'm trying to forget the fact you delivered me to the cops."
"I told you. Luther threatened to kill my family Kinglsy. He knows I have one of the codes. He told me that there was no reason to ask for the code because he knew I would just lie to him. So instead of asking me for the code, he told me to slow you down and he would get that code another way. Kingsly, I want to tell you that code. I'll tell you the other code too. I would tell you Draven's too, but she kept that extremely secret. No one knows it but her. I want you to know both codes, that way...if something does happen to me, you'll have the part of the combination to the formula. My code goes first. 13-27-12-10-14#. The other code that Luther has goes second. 19-33-8-2-20*. Then Draven's is last. And Kingsly, Bishop was lying. Luther isn't at your old apartment. He's holding her in a shack. In the woods."
I know where he's talking about. My mind flashes.
"I thought you were stronger than this Kinglsy. I get more of a chase from birds."
Then a sharp pain throbs through my veins.
"I know where you're talking about. Seth, I'm sorry you were dragged into this."
Seth gives a chuckle. "Kingsly, I'm his brother. I've been in this longer than you think. And so has Draven. But that's her story to tell you. Take care Kingsly. And please, don't give up in your fight. Remember who's with you. Remember who's team your fighting for. You have a choice. You always have a choice."
"Seth? What do you mean? Seth?"
Click.
I try calling back, but all I hear echoing is the sound of voicemail. What was Seth trying to say to me? What had I been bitten into? The blood trail stared at me through the trees. Ironically enough, the trail led to the shack where Draven was being held. The Blood Trail. Jumping out of the trees, I landed solid on the leaves and ventured towards the Blood Trail. The road behind me reminded me that there was no turning back. I reached in the back of my pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. A picture of Draven stared back at me. Her blue oceanic eyes and her smile impaled my skull. "What are you hiding Draven?," I ask myself. Walking down the Blood Trail, I have a look through my wallet to see what I died with. "Hmmm, a twenty dollar bill, some matches, some credit cards, a subway gift card, and what's this?" A wrinkled paper fell out with the name of a book on it. "Sherlock Holmes and the Study in Scarlett. Love You Kingsly Bear." Kingsly Bear. I haven't heard that name in 6 months. I also haven't cried in 6 months.... Until now. A tear soiled the paper, making the ink run. At that moment, it started pouring down rain. All the objects from my wallet drop from my hands and is swept away on the Blood Trail. For the first time in 6 months, I feel sadness and come to a realization that there's no returning to the past. There is one chance and that chance is locked up somewhere. The note slides back into my wallet and I climb off my knees and trudge through the rainfall. Through the wooded area,I can see my second birth place, the raggedy, dirty shack. Stop to stare, memories flash back.
Screaming.
Hitting.
Replacing of realities.
It all happened here.
Suddenly, a woman's scream sounds from the shack.
"You monster! STOP IT! I'll NEVER tell!" .
Draven!
Threading through the woods like needle knitting a scarf, I run through the brush and past the tree that has a large blood stain on it. Next to the tree is a large, steel pipe. I grasp it as I hear another scream.
Kicking in the shack door, there stands the one who stole everything from me. My life, my wife, my future.
She's bloody, with bruises and a black eye. The dirt under her fingernails tells me she has been here longer than a few days.
But it looks as though she put up a fight with Luther. He had blood stained knees,shins, and multiple bruises on his forehead.
I walked in just as Luther was about to slap Draven again.
He looked at me, not with surprise, but a smirk as he smacked Draven in front of me.
My knuckles started to bleed from how hard I was gripping the metal pipe.
Everything started to surround in black.
"That. Was. A. Mistake."
TO BE CONTINUED....
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Remembering Why I'm Here
His eyes stare right through me.
Lifeless.
The sirens become increasingly louder and my gaze into his eyes becomes deeper with each wail.
John Wakefield's blood will forever stain me.
What is wrong with me?
Have I succumb to this evil inside me?
I hear the blow horn yell orders.
"Drop the sword and turn around!"
I look at the blood that drips from the sword as the cop pushes me to the ground and reads me my rights.
I don't have any rights.
Rights are earned.
I haven't earned any, just taken them away.
The officer takes me by my broken wrist and I flinch. Thinking I was resisting arrest, he knocked me across the back of the head with the butt of his gun.
Vision blurred, he threw me in the back of the car.
All I saw was Seth, staring outside with his family holding them close.
Luther must have set him up. That's the only excuse I could conjure.
I asked for ace bandage to wrap up my swollen wrist. The same cop who pistol whipped punched me so hard it knocked me out.
Black.
"Baby, I need your help over here. I'm getting eaten alive," I hear faintly as I remember the last time I was with Draven.
Her sweet voive retaliates,"If I save you, you owe me. Big time."
"I know I'll save you during the real zombie apocolypse."
"Maybe I want something else. Like now," she whispers sensuously in my ear.
"Baby! I'm getting devoured!" I yell.
She pauses the game and I remember that stare. Those eyes of pure lust burned into my skull. She climbed over me and nibbled on my neck.
"Here I am Kingsly...saving you. You owe me." She licked all over my neck and I couldn't resist much longer.
She had done all the right moves to get me in the mood. Now it was my turn.
I grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom. She kept nibbling on my neck and biting on my ear. She knew all the buttons to keep pushing.
Our bed was a queen sized, worn in bed that we both picked put with the money from our wedding. It was going to be extremely worn in by the time we were done.
I laid her gently on the bed, and she grabbed me closer with the vise grip she had with her legs. I was already a bit sweaty, and so was she. I did us both a favor and took off her shirt, slowly.
Draven somehow knew what to do in bed. I was her first and she was such a pleaser in the bedroom. Draven took my shirt off and our semi sweaty bodies were on top of eachother.
We switched positions. She was now on top and she went to go take off my pants.
While I was knocked out I continue to remember my last night with Draven.
I unhooked her red and white bra and her breasts were now free. Climbing down to my legs, Draven took the belt off with such ease, like she was ready for me to show her night she would never forget. Pulling my pants off, she left my boxers exposed. She ran her hand down my boxers and looked at me, My blue eyes met her blue eyes and we connected in a way that only true lovers were meant to connect. I had been so in the moment that I realized that her pants were still on.
So I grabbed her by the back and flipped around.
There was no point of sheets because they would just keep us wrapped up and not able to reach our full hot potential that was about to happen.
Mouth agape, sweet little moans escaped that precious, delicate mouth of hers. I licked my way down to her stomach. Starting with her neck,she started to breathe heavy. A heavier breath was taken with each nibble. I then ran my hand through her brown hair as she grabbed a hold of my black hair. Steam continues to perpetuate off us as I ran my tongue down to her legs.
I unbuttoned her pants and took them off, and now we were both in our underwear.
I stripped them off and there she laid.
Naked.
She was such a delicate person... I was ready to make her a little less innocent.
Apparently she was thinking the same thing.
She arose from her back and rolled us around on the bed. She was on top of me and she had already taken off my boxers.
I remember asking myself how'd she do that? She was talented! I loved it!
Draven threw her head back and started to ride me.
I was in her. Her facial expression was as though she had been waiting for this for a long a time. I could not help but Moan and scratch to the pleasure, and she took that as a sign to keep going. Her wet body was on top of me, grinding, and her lips were pressed against my ear whispering, "Fuck me."
At that moment I pulled out and flipped her on her back.
I go down on her and start biting on her leg.
Around the thigh.
And then I start to lick around her.
She grabbed the pillows and arched her back as she screamed my name.
Pleasing her was one of the best ways I could show I truly loved her. And I loved to please.
Using my tongue to tickle her inside, she couldn't help but to keep having multiple orgasms.
Draven finally regained some sense. Pulling my hair, she laid me on my back.
That look of pure sexual animal came across her as she went down on me.
Her lips went around my tip, and she teased by just licking at first.
I rememebr my eyes rolling back and loud sounds coming out of my mouth.
Draven was done teasing.
As she places me inside of her mouth, I gasp.
The feeling is indescribable.
Her teeth gently scrape against me chills run down my body.
Grabbing a hold of her hair, I pick up her head and start kissing her with the fiery passion that we have.
I get oftop of her and force myself inside of her. Her hands grab the edge of the bed as she finishes with multiple orgasms.
An hour an a half later, we lie in bed cuddling.
Stroking her hair, I rememeber how much I love her.
I remember!
I wake up from my extremely hot memory and realize this isn't about me, this is about Draven and how she's in danger.
I've let revenge overtake me.
The wrong revenge.
I'm fighting because Luther stole me from Draven, my one true love, not becuase I'm angry about being what I am.
The two cops don't realize that I'm awake.
Running my hand through my black, thick hair, I stare at the cop that punched me through the rear view mirror.
His eyes meet my cold ones and that's the last thing he ever sees.
I climb over the passenger seat and crunch every tendon in his neck.
His blood flows down my throat like water would rush through an empty pipe.
The thickness of his blood streamed through me and rushed through my veins.
It's as if I was bathing in ice after recieving third degree burns.
He was my ice.
My thisrt was the burn.
The cops drained body stained the seats as I pushed both of us out the door.
He became my cushion as we both skidded on the pavement.
Running.
Swiftly.
The cop driving wasn't going to find me.
I ran through the forest and into the trees.
I can't be found.
When I know that I'm safe, I pull out the "excuse" I had been left.
I'm back on track.
I know why I'm here.
Luther...I see you.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Lifeless.
The sirens become increasingly louder and my gaze into his eyes becomes deeper with each wail.
John Wakefield's blood will forever stain me.
What is wrong with me?
Have I succumb to this evil inside me?
I hear the blow horn yell orders.
"Drop the sword and turn around!"
I look at the blood that drips from the sword as the cop pushes me to the ground and reads me my rights.
I don't have any rights.
Rights are earned.
I haven't earned any, just taken them away.
The officer takes me by my broken wrist and I flinch. Thinking I was resisting arrest, he knocked me across the back of the head with the butt of his gun.
Vision blurred, he threw me in the back of the car.
All I saw was Seth, staring outside with his family holding them close.
Luther must have set him up. That's the only excuse I could conjure.
I asked for ace bandage to wrap up my swollen wrist. The same cop who pistol whipped punched me so hard it knocked me out.
Black.
"Baby, I need your help over here. I'm getting eaten alive," I hear faintly as I remember the last time I was with Draven.
Her sweet voive retaliates,"If I save you, you owe me. Big time."
"I know I'll save you during the real zombie apocolypse."
"Maybe I want something else. Like now," she whispers sensuously in my ear.
"Baby! I'm getting devoured!" I yell.
She pauses the game and I remember that stare. Those eyes of pure lust burned into my skull. She climbed over me and nibbled on my neck.
"Here I am Kingsly...saving you. You owe me." She licked all over my neck and I couldn't resist much longer.
She had done all the right moves to get me in the mood. Now it was my turn.
I grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom. She kept nibbling on my neck and biting on my ear. She knew all the buttons to keep pushing.
Our bed was a queen sized, worn in bed that we both picked put with the money from our wedding. It was going to be extremely worn in by the time we were done.
I laid her gently on the bed, and she grabbed me closer with the vise grip she had with her legs. I was already a bit sweaty, and so was she. I did us both a favor and took off her shirt, slowly.
Draven somehow knew what to do in bed. I was her first and she was such a pleaser in the bedroom. Draven took my shirt off and our semi sweaty bodies were on top of eachother.
We switched positions. She was now on top and she went to go take off my pants.
While I was knocked out I continue to remember my last night with Draven.
I unhooked her red and white bra and her breasts were now free. Climbing down to my legs, Draven took the belt off with such ease, like she was ready for me to show her night she would never forget. Pulling my pants off, she left my boxers exposed. She ran her hand down my boxers and looked at me, My blue eyes met her blue eyes and we connected in a way that only true lovers were meant to connect. I had been so in the moment that I realized that her pants were still on.
So I grabbed her by the back and flipped around.
There was no point of sheets because they would just keep us wrapped up and not able to reach our full hot potential that was about to happen.
Mouth agape, sweet little moans escaped that precious, delicate mouth of hers. I licked my way down to her stomach. Starting with her neck,she started to breathe heavy. A heavier breath was taken with each nibble. I then ran my hand through her brown hair as she grabbed a hold of my black hair. Steam continues to perpetuate off us as I ran my tongue down to her legs.
I unbuttoned her pants and took them off, and now we were both in our underwear.
I stripped them off and there she laid.
Naked.
She was such a delicate person... I was ready to make her a little less innocent.
Apparently she was thinking the same thing.
She arose from her back and rolled us around on the bed. She was on top of me and she had already taken off my boxers.
I remember asking myself how'd she do that? She was talented! I loved it!
Draven threw her head back and started to ride me.
I was in her. Her facial expression was as though she had been waiting for this for a long a time. I could not help but Moan and scratch to the pleasure, and she took that as a sign to keep going. Her wet body was on top of me, grinding, and her lips were pressed against my ear whispering, "Fuck me."
At that moment I pulled out and flipped her on her back.
I go down on her and start biting on her leg.
Around the thigh.
And then I start to lick around her.
She grabbed the pillows and arched her back as she screamed my name.
Pleasing her was one of the best ways I could show I truly loved her. And I loved to please.
Using my tongue to tickle her inside, she couldn't help but to keep having multiple orgasms.
Draven finally regained some sense. Pulling my hair, she laid me on my back.
That look of pure sexual animal came across her as she went down on me.
Her lips went around my tip, and she teased by just licking at first.
I rememebr my eyes rolling back and loud sounds coming out of my mouth.
Draven was done teasing.
As she places me inside of her mouth, I gasp.
The feeling is indescribable.
Her teeth gently scrape against me chills run down my body.
Grabbing a hold of her hair, I pick up her head and start kissing her with the fiery passion that we have.
I get oftop of her and force myself inside of her. Her hands grab the edge of the bed as she finishes with multiple orgasms.
An hour an a half later, we lie in bed cuddling.
Stroking her hair, I rememeber how much I love her.
I remember!
I wake up from my extremely hot memory and realize this isn't about me, this is about Draven and how she's in danger.
I've let revenge overtake me.
The wrong revenge.
I'm fighting because Luther stole me from Draven, my one true love, not becuase I'm angry about being what I am.
The two cops don't realize that I'm awake.
Running my hand through my black, thick hair, I stare at the cop that punched me through the rear view mirror.
His eyes meet my cold ones and that's the last thing he ever sees.
I climb over the passenger seat and crunch every tendon in his neck.
His blood flows down my throat like water would rush through an empty pipe.
The thickness of his blood streamed through me and rushed through my veins.
It's as if I was bathing in ice after recieving third degree burns.
He was my ice.
My thisrt was the burn.
The cops drained body stained the seats as I pushed both of us out the door.
He became my cushion as we both skidded on the pavement.
Running.
Swiftly.
The cop driving wasn't going to find me.
I ran through the forest and into the trees.
I can't be found.
When I know that I'm safe, I pull out the "excuse" I had been left.
I'm back on track.
I know why I'm here.
Luther...I see you.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I Didn't Ask...I Took
It hasn't even been four hours and my lifeline to Draven is ringing. I have no other choice but to answer it. While the muffled ringtone continued, time stood still as I was thinking to myself what I needed to say to Luther and what was I going to do about Seth?
He stares at me, knowing that Luther will be on the other end. I stare back, sword in hand, and look at him ,tell him to go onto another room and wait for me.
Seth knodded.
As I pick up the phone out of my pocket, the ringtone stops abruptly.
I waited too long to answer! He better c....
Coming Undone vibrates in my hand.
Not hesitating this time, I hit send and answer.
"Luther?"
"You're starting to learn. Way to go Kingsly. Sorry, I got impatient. I figured you were done being angry with me and sucked it up and killed Seth. Did you?" he asked. It seemed like he already knew the answer. Somehow, he knew I hadn't viscioulsy murdered Seth.
I speak up, knowing he won't be happy with my answer.
"You didn't tell me he had family. I can't believe I almost let you get to me."
Luther, with his annoying chuckle replies,
"I knew you couldn't do it. I was just talking to Draven about how much of a woman you are. She's touchy when it comes to you Kingsly. I think she loves you. Anyway, I knew you didn't kill Seth. I took the liberty of having you followed. He should be outside the window right now."
Never in my life had I gathered up so much anger. It's as if I kept stubbing my toe on the same piece of annoying furniture. My eyes, filled with hate, disgust, and fire veered over to the window where I saw him. A dark figure sitting in the tree, waving at me.
I smile and wave back, knowing the sword is right under my feet if I need it.
"Is that your puppy Luther. He's cute," using sarcasm to hide my fear of what he might do to Draven.
Luther continues in his annoying tone. The tone that someone has when they know that they are winning.
He won't win. I promise.
"You're a funny man, Kingsly. But I can hear right through that smart mouth of yours. You're scared. And you should be. Have fun."
I hear a sudden hint of a scream as the phone goes silent.
DRAVEN!!!
My pain pumped through me harder and harder for each second I heard that aweful cry.
The window shatters and Luther's puppet stands with the same smirk he had when I glanced at window.
He looked like he hadn't feasted for weeks. His pale skin told me that he wasn't just a normal puppy of Luther's, he was one of them, one of me.
A vampire.
A demon.
Out for blood, and I was standing in his way of fresh meat.
I looked behind and saw Seth, frozen in his place.
"SETH...GET OUT..."
The vampire tackled me and punched me square in the nose.
For a lanky man, he packed a punch hard.
As I laid there, I happened to see Seth run and Luther's caddie start to run after him.
Instinctly, I grabbed his leg and bought Seth plenty of time to hide.
He turned around, stomped on my wrist, grabbed it and bent it back so every bone in my wrist was snapped.
Crying in the purest of agony, a switch was turned, my pupils dialated, and I thought of Draven screaming as I pursued this monster.
I had enough.
I swung around, tripping him and grabbing his leg with the hand that hadn't been mutilated. The sword that was meant for Seth, now had a new destiny... to get answers.
I grabbed the sword and stuck it straight through the calf of his leg.
His agonizing yell topped mine.
I couldn't help but smile.
My wrist was throbbing,but that didn't matter. What mattered was the answers this scum was going to give me.
"Alright. I know you're not going to cooperate because that would be too easy. So I'm going to give you a warning, so that you know I mean business."
A sword never meant as much to me as it did now.
I took it out of his leg, slowly, so he would feel my pain that I was about to take out on him.
"You won't miss this."
Clean cut. Right above the knee.
I ignore the excruciating cry coming from this creature and kneel down in front of him, looking him dead in the eye.
I can see he's scared. I can see he won't be easy to break. His tears remind me of my own. But I don't sympathize.
Not anymore.
I'm done being sympathetic.
Sympathy is why I'm here.
With the leg severed from his body, Luther's lacky stared at me and bit his lip from the pain.
I don't care.
" First off. The name is Kingsly. I want you know that name so you know who the hell you're dealing with. And you are...?"
He doesn't want to talk.
I grab the sword and scrape the blade on the ground like nails on a chalkboard.
His fear kick starts his mouth to utter the name "Bishop."
"Ok,Bishop. I'll start off with a simple question. Where is Luther?"
I'm keeping my tone very sweet because I know what his answer will be.
"You cant't break me Kingsly. I won't tell," spits Bishop.
I cock my head sideways like a dog does when he sees something he doesn't quite comprehend.
Another clean cut above the knee.
I'm finding a joy in this.
I shouldn't, but my inner demon is making his appearence.
"I'm going to ask you again Bishop. Where. Is. Luther?"
He's crying.
He doesn't know pain. Bishop knows nothing of pain. Losing an appendage has nothing on losing a soul mate.
Finally, after about ten minutes of his wailing, Bishop whispers the words,
"Basement."
"Ok Bishop, we are getting somewhere. Now, where is this basement?"
Silence.
He bites his lip and I just chuckle.
"You're only hurting yourself."
An arm becomes seperated from his body as more screaming...intense screaming, escapes his mouth.
I look over and Seth stands at the entrence.
"Go away Seth. You don't understand what I'm going through."
"It starts with anger. It consumes you until you can't see the world anymore. You just see black. It clouds your mind Kingsly. Anger will always win if you let it."
Who does he think he is? He's never been like this! Seth has never felt the emptiness I've felt for 6 months.
"You don't know what it's like Seth! To feel empty. All the time! Anger is what will save Draven! Now let this scum get what he deserves!"
"You'll see Kingsly. You'll get lost."
I'm already lost.
"Now Bishop....what basement?"
He's losing blood fast and passing out is iminent.
"BISHOP! THE BASEMENT!"
Gathering up the energy he speaks,
"Remember....the basement...in your apartment...building?"
Bishop smiles and coughs in the process.
I'm gripping the sword so tight my palms are bleeding.
Clean cut. Bishops left arm is seperated and screams replace the arm.
"WHO'S SMILING NOW!"
I yell at the blade of the sword as I slice off the remaining body part.
No more smiling for Bishop.
No more smiling.
Seth comes in expecting for the mess to be cleaned up.
"Sorry Seth. He needed pursuaded."
Seth begins to talk but his voice is replaced by a sound that I heard when I killed the poor husband in the street.
Sirens.
"Seth...you....,"
I asked with concerned eyes.
"You can't just cut someone up and not expect neighbors to hear him scream. I beat the neighbors to the punch. Sorry."
He's not sorry.
I am.
For not killing him when I had the chance.
"I thought you and were going to help me Seth. I thought you, of all people wanted to help your brother."
Seth looks at me and replies,
"I'm with you all the way Kinglsy. I have the car waiting for you. I set up barbed wire in the driveway. Wait untill they pull in, then go. My phone number is on the seat. Call me when you get to where you need to be. I believe in you Kingsly. I need you. You're the only way we can cure you."
I regret thinking about killing Seth. He knows what he's doing. He's a husband and all husband's know what to do in dire situations.
"Can I... uh... keep the..."
Seth finishes my sentence,
"Sword. Please do. They're pulling in. Here's a piece of paper explaining what I told you. Don't open it yet. Go now."
I grab up the sword, jump out the shattered window, off the tree and onto the driveway where my ride awaited.
A white and black Crown Victoria, the only car unit in the driveway with two more on the way.
I look up at the window and Seth's lips, quivering, mutters "I'm sorry."
I stare at the cop who has a gun aimed at my chest.
His bullets don't effect me.
I'm dead already.
The sword burns in my hand.
"Do it Kingsly. Draven depends on it."
Swiftly, I manuver my way to the cop before the others get here.
He shoots once. The bullet penatrates my right shoulder.
He was too late. My sword ran though him as if he was melted butter.
John Wakesfield.
Male.
Mid 20's.
Cop.
Loyal husband.
Dead.
Anger was consuming me. Clouding my senses.
I kneel down as the sister Crown Vics pull in the driveway.
TO BE CONTINUED...
He stares at me, knowing that Luther will be on the other end. I stare back, sword in hand, and look at him ,tell him to go onto another room and wait for me.
Seth knodded.
As I pick up the phone out of my pocket, the ringtone stops abruptly.
I waited too long to answer! He better c....
Coming Undone vibrates in my hand.
Not hesitating this time, I hit send and answer.
"Luther?"
"You're starting to learn. Way to go Kingsly. Sorry, I got impatient. I figured you were done being angry with me and sucked it up and killed Seth. Did you?" he asked. It seemed like he already knew the answer. Somehow, he knew I hadn't viscioulsy murdered Seth.
I speak up, knowing he won't be happy with my answer.
"You didn't tell me he had family. I can't believe I almost let you get to me."
Luther, with his annoying chuckle replies,
"I knew you couldn't do it. I was just talking to Draven about how much of a woman you are. She's touchy when it comes to you Kingsly. I think she loves you. Anyway, I knew you didn't kill Seth. I took the liberty of having you followed. He should be outside the window right now."
Never in my life had I gathered up so much anger. It's as if I kept stubbing my toe on the same piece of annoying furniture. My eyes, filled with hate, disgust, and fire veered over to the window where I saw him. A dark figure sitting in the tree, waving at me.
I smile and wave back, knowing the sword is right under my feet if I need it.
"Is that your puppy Luther. He's cute," using sarcasm to hide my fear of what he might do to Draven.
Luther continues in his annoying tone. The tone that someone has when they know that they are winning.
He won't win. I promise.
"You're a funny man, Kingsly. But I can hear right through that smart mouth of yours. You're scared. And you should be. Have fun."
I hear a sudden hint of a scream as the phone goes silent.
DRAVEN!!!
My pain pumped through me harder and harder for each second I heard that aweful cry.
The window shatters and Luther's puppet stands with the same smirk he had when I glanced at window.
He looked like he hadn't feasted for weeks. His pale skin told me that he wasn't just a normal puppy of Luther's, he was one of them, one of me.
A vampire.
A demon.
Out for blood, and I was standing in his way of fresh meat.
I looked behind and saw Seth, frozen in his place.
"SETH...GET OUT..."
The vampire tackled me and punched me square in the nose.
For a lanky man, he packed a punch hard.
As I laid there, I happened to see Seth run and Luther's caddie start to run after him.
Instinctly, I grabbed his leg and bought Seth plenty of time to hide.
He turned around, stomped on my wrist, grabbed it and bent it back so every bone in my wrist was snapped.
Crying in the purest of agony, a switch was turned, my pupils dialated, and I thought of Draven screaming as I pursued this monster.
I had enough.
I swung around, tripping him and grabbing his leg with the hand that hadn't been mutilated. The sword that was meant for Seth, now had a new destiny... to get answers.
I grabbed the sword and stuck it straight through the calf of his leg.
His agonizing yell topped mine.
I couldn't help but smile.
My wrist was throbbing,but that didn't matter. What mattered was the answers this scum was going to give me.
"Alright. I know you're not going to cooperate because that would be too easy. So I'm going to give you a warning, so that you know I mean business."
A sword never meant as much to me as it did now.
I took it out of his leg, slowly, so he would feel my pain that I was about to take out on him.
"You won't miss this."
Clean cut. Right above the knee.
I ignore the excruciating cry coming from this creature and kneel down in front of him, looking him dead in the eye.
I can see he's scared. I can see he won't be easy to break. His tears remind me of my own. But I don't sympathize.
Not anymore.
I'm done being sympathetic.
Sympathy is why I'm here.
With the leg severed from his body, Luther's lacky stared at me and bit his lip from the pain.
I don't care.
" First off. The name is Kingsly. I want you know that name so you know who the hell you're dealing with. And you are...?"
He doesn't want to talk.
I grab the sword and scrape the blade on the ground like nails on a chalkboard.
His fear kick starts his mouth to utter the name "Bishop."
"Ok,Bishop. I'll start off with a simple question. Where is Luther?"
I'm keeping my tone very sweet because I know what his answer will be.
"You cant't break me Kingsly. I won't tell," spits Bishop.
I cock my head sideways like a dog does when he sees something he doesn't quite comprehend.
Another clean cut above the knee.
I'm finding a joy in this.
I shouldn't, but my inner demon is making his appearence.
"I'm going to ask you again Bishop. Where. Is. Luther?"
He's crying.
He doesn't know pain. Bishop knows nothing of pain. Losing an appendage has nothing on losing a soul mate.
Finally, after about ten minutes of his wailing, Bishop whispers the words,
"Basement."
"Ok Bishop, we are getting somewhere. Now, where is this basement?"
Silence.
He bites his lip and I just chuckle.
"You're only hurting yourself."
An arm becomes seperated from his body as more screaming...intense screaming, escapes his mouth.
I look over and Seth stands at the entrence.
"Go away Seth. You don't understand what I'm going through."
"It starts with anger. It consumes you until you can't see the world anymore. You just see black. It clouds your mind Kingsly. Anger will always win if you let it."
Who does he think he is? He's never been like this! Seth has never felt the emptiness I've felt for 6 months.
"You don't know what it's like Seth! To feel empty. All the time! Anger is what will save Draven! Now let this scum get what he deserves!"
"You'll see Kingsly. You'll get lost."
I'm already lost.
"Now Bishop....what basement?"
He's losing blood fast and passing out is iminent.
"BISHOP! THE BASEMENT!"
Gathering up the energy he speaks,
"Remember....the basement...in your apartment...building?"
Bishop smiles and coughs in the process.
I'm gripping the sword so tight my palms are bleeding.
Clean cut. Bishops left arm is seperated and screams replace the arm.
"WHO'S SMILING NOW!"
I yell at the blade of the sword as I slice off the remaining body part.
No more smiling for Bishop.
No more smiling.
Seth comes in expecting for the mess to be cleaned up.
"Sorry Seth. He needed pursuaded."
Seth begins to talk but his voice is replaced by a sound that I heard when I killed the poor husband in the street.
Sirens.
"Seth...you....,"
I asked with concerned eyes.
"You can't just cut someone up and not expect neighbors to hear him scream. I beat the neighbors to the punch. Sorry."
He's not sorry.
I am.
For not killing him when I had the chance.
"I thought you and were going to help me Seth. I thought you, of all people wanted to help your brother."
Seth looks at me and replies,
"I'm with you all the way Kinglsy. I have the car waiting for you. I set up barbed wire in the driveway. Wait untill they pull in, then go. My phone number is on the seat. Call me when you get to where you need to be. I believe in you Kingsly. I need you. You're the only way we can cure you."
I regret thinking about killing Seth. He knows what he's doing. He's a husband and all husband's know what to do in dire situations.
"Can I... uh... keep the..."
Seth finishes my sentence,
"Sword. Please do. They're pulling in. Here's a piece of paper explaining what I told you. Don't open it yet. Go now."
I grab up the sword, jump out the shattered window, off the tree and onto the driveway where my ride awaited.
A white and black Crown Victoria, the only car unit in the driveway with two more on the way.
I look up at the window and Seth's lips, quivering, mutters "I'm sorry."
I stare at the cop who has a gun aimed at my chest.
His bullets don't effect me.
I'm dead already.
The sword burns in my hand.
"Do it Kingsly. Draven depends on it."
Swiftly, I manuver my way to the cop before the others get here.
He shoots once. The bullet penatrates my right shoulder.
He was too late. My sword ran though him as if he was melted butter.
John Wakesfield.
Male.
Mid 20's.
Cop.
Loyal husband.
Dead.
Anger was consuming me. Clouding my senses.
I kneel down as the sister Crown Vics pull in the driveway.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Coming Undone
"I figured he was going to send someone. I just didn't know when. Or if he was going to send one of his own."
"I'm nothing like him. Get that right now," I grunt with a fiery passion.
He doesn't understand. Luther and I are on different sides of the spectrum. And yet...we share a common enemy.
Thirst.
I continue.
"Why are you hanging around with Draven?"
Seth looks at his family who still seem to be frozen in fear.
"Guys go back to bed. Daddy's ok. Honey, I'll explain. Ok. Trust me."
I watch her eyes as they fill with tears. Each drop that fell to the floor, was my tear.
I can't stop thinking about Draven and the fear that she is feeling...and the..pain that Luther is causing her.
Gathering up my emotions, I yell.
"SETH! WHY ARE YOU SEEING DRAVEN!!! Luther has her and he is threatening to hurt her. And he wants your DAMN leg with some code on it! What the hell is going on?"
He sits back with a his hand on his lip.
I busted it up pretty bad. Here lately, I've been feeling more angry.
I've been losing touch with humanity and embracing, painfully, my demon.
"Draven, is my partner. Not my adultry partner, my lab assistant. her and I have been working for two years trying to continue her father's work to cure, well, vampires."
At that moment, more questions started to overwhelm me and that conversation we had before Resident Evil blurred into my memeory.
Why did she keep this from me?
Luther's comment, "A zoologist. Really Kingsly? How naive," overlapped my other memory.
Was she using the money I've raised to give to her for this research?
I blink and breathe slow.
She was in more danger than I thought. If she's working on the antidote...
I break the silence.
..."Does she have a code too?"
"Yes. But she doesn't have it on her body. She has it scattered in journals. One number, randomly, in 18 journals. Only she knows where they are and only she know the order. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Yeah. It's because I didn't pitch it."
Seth is getting irrated.
It's cute to see lab boy get flustered.
"Look. You just about killed me. I'm sure you cracked some teeth, AND you put me in an awkward position with my family. You owe me a name."
He was right.
I wouldn't have told him if he didn't pull the family card on me.
"Kingsly. And Draven...is MY wife."
"You're Kingsly? I thought you were dead."
"I am," I replay with blackend pupils.
"She talks about you all the time. How thoughtful you were, and how often she thinks about you. You know, every night..."
I finish his sentence.
..."She eats alone. At 7:30. She sits across the table and cries at the empty seat where I used to sit. And she talks to me as if I was there. She laughs as though I'm there creating that beautiful chuckle."
"She loves you Kingsly. She would never replace you. And I would never even attempt to try to make her change her mind. As you can see, I have my own family and loving wife here."
"You're a fellow husband,I respect that."
I couldn't tell him that with every moment passing by, I was imagining his warm blood filling my cold capsule of a body.
"So, Seth clears his throat, "luther sent you for the code? And you want to kow what the code is for? I'm sorry I won't tell you. The less you know, the safer you and Draven and everyone of your kind is. I can tell you that he doesn't want the antidote to cure himself and, no matter what he says, I'm not keeping it from him."
A sudden flashback of the forest hit me.
"Aren't you tired of being like this, because I am. And he's keeping valuable information from me! My own brother!"
I look at him. He has his sharp nose, his cheek bones.
"Your Luther's brother?"
"Yes. I'm trying to cure him. But he's been a vampire for so long that the demon wihin him has taken over and now he is consumed by it. He wants to destroy the antidote and everyone who knows about it. He already got to Athis. He was our vampire on the inside. Luther gave him poison and tore off the leg with part of the code on it. He wants mine. And I'm sure he's waiting to beat Draven's out of her. You see Kingsly, we are the only three that have the code parts."
"For what?"
"I can't! Ok! Telling you would put Draven in even more danger than she already is."
This nerd obviously doesn't know me.
"Listen here! I'm fighting every urge in ,my body to not rip you to pieces and drain you of every ounce of life out of you. Tell me...right now, what these codes are! I've had enough secrets!"
I'm now in his face with my hand gripping the sword that is close to his right leg.
He smells of fear.
"Alright, he answers as I let the grip loosen on the sword,"Ok. The codes each of us have are the codes to the safe box that hold all the ingredients to make the antidote. It took us that whole two year span to gather up each piece. From decyphering Draven's dad's journals to actually making the ingredients, took two years. We have one more ingredient in the making, and then after that it's a matter of the right combination to combine them. One way could be the antidote, another could create a bile that will make a vampire communion juice for lack of a better phrase. Kinglsy...Draven. Is. In.Serious. Danger.
I grip the sword and slice.
Seth screams at the top of his lungs.
The blade of the sword had merely scratched him.
"Then what do we do Seth? What the HELL do we do!"
Coming Undone fills the thick air.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"I'm nothing like him. Get that right now," I grunt with a fiery passion.
He doesn't understand. Luther and I are on different sides of the spectrum. And yet...we share a common enemy.
Thirst.
I continue.
"Why are you hanging around with Draven?"
Seth looks at his family who still seem to be frozen in fear.
"Guys go back to bed. Daddy's ok. Honey, I'll explain. Ok. Trust me."
I watch her eyes as they fill with tears. Each drop that fell to the floor, was my tear.
I can't stop thinking about Draven and the fear that she is feeling...and the..pain that Luther is causing her.
Gathering up my emotions, I yell.
"SETH! WHY ARE YOU SEEING DRAVEN!!! Luther has her and he is threatening to hurt her. And he wants your DAMN leg with some code on it! What the hell is going on?"
He sits back with a his hand on his lip.
I busted it up pretty bad. Here lately, I've been feeling more angry.
I've been losing touch with humanity and embracing, painfully, my demon.
"Draven, is my partner. Not my adultry partner, my lab assistant. her and I have been working for two years trying to continue her father's work to cure, well, vampires."
At that moment, more questions started to overwhelm me and that conversation we had before Resident Evil blurred into my memeory.
Why did she keep this from me?
Luther's comment, "A zoologist. Really Kingsly? How naive," overlapped my other memory.
Was she using the money I've raised to give to her for this research?
I blink and breathe slow.
She was in more danger than I thought. If she's working on the antidote...
I break the silence.
..."Does she have a code too?"
"Yes. But she doesn't have it on her body. She has it scattered in journals. One number, randomly, in 18 journals. Only she knows where they are and only she know the order. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Yeah. It's because I didn't pitch it."
Seth is getting irrated.
It's cute to see lab boy get flustered.
"Look. You just about killed me. I'm sure you cracked some teeth, AND you put me in an awkward position with my family. You owe me a name."
He was right.
I wouldn't have told him if he didn't pull the family card on me.
"Kingsly. And Draven...is MY wife."
"You're Kingsly? I thought you were dead."
"I am," I replay with blackend pupils.
"She talks about you all the time. How thoughtful you were, and how often she thinks about you. You know, every night..."
I finish his sentence.
..."She eats alone. At 7:30. She sits across the table and cries at the empty seat where I used to sit. And she talks to me as if I was there. She laughs as though I'm there creating that beautiful chuckle."
"She loves you Kingsly. She would never replace you. And I would never even attempt to try to make her change her mind. As you can see, I have my own family and loving wife here."
"You're a fellow husband,I respect that."
I couldn't tell him that with every moment passing by, I was imagining his warm blood filling my cold capsule of a body.
"So, Seth clears his throat, "luther sent you for the code? And you want to kow what the code is for? I'm sorry I won't tell you. The less you know, the safer you and Draven and everyone of your kind is. I can tell you that he doesn't want the antidote to cure himself and, no matter what he says, I'm not keeping it from him."
A sudden flashback of the forest hit me.
"Aren't you tired of being like this, because I am. And he's keeping valuable information from me! My own brother!"
I look at him. He has his sharp nose, his cheek bones.
"Your Luther's brother?"
"Yes. I'm trying to cure him. But he's been a vampire for so long that the demon wihin him has taken over and now he is consumed by it. He wants to destroy the antidote and everyone who knows about it. He already got to Athis. He was our vampire on the inside. Luther gave him poison and tore off the leg with part of the code on it. He wants mine. And I'm sure he's waiting to beat Draven's out of her. You see Kingsly, we are the only three that have the code parts."
"For what?"
"I can't! Ok! Telling you would put Draven in even more danger than she already is."
This nerd obviously doesn't know me.
"Listen here! I'm fighting every urge in ,my body to not rip you to pieces and drain you of every ounce of life out of you. Tell me...right now, what these codes are! I've had enough secrets!"
I'm now in his face with my hand gripping the sword that is close to his right leg.
He smells of fear.
"Alright, he answers as I let the grip loosen on the sword,"Ok. The codes each of us have are the codes to the safe box that hold all the ingredients to make the antidote. It took us that whole two year span to gather up each piece. From decyphering Draven's dad's journals to actually making the ingredients, took two years. We have one more ingredient in the making, and then after that it's a matter of the right combination to combine them. One way could be the antidote, another could create a bile that will make a vampire communion juice for lack of a better phrase. Kinglsy...Draven. Is. In.Serious. Danger.
I grip the sword and slice.
Seth screams at the top of his lungs.
The blade of the sword had merely scratched him.
"Then what do we do Seth? What the HELL do we do!"
Coming Undone fills the thick air.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Friday, January 1, 2010
Question
I watched him through the window hiding in a tree close to his house.
What did she see him. This Seth Balkner guy looked like he could'nt decide if he wanted to be nerdy or hot. With his short blonde buzz cut and his brown eyes with black rimmed glasses. The teeth were sortive straight, and had a mild gap between them, and his face was slightly rounded, but not fat.
That was his nerdy side.
Looking about 5'10", Seth was built. You could tell he worked out because there's no way he could have six pack working as a medical assistant. ( I made this conclusion by spotting the white trench coat hanging around his chair.)
If anything, Draven was seeing him for his body and his money. He obviously had it. His house was a Victorian style, three story house.
What did this gu ydo for a living besides studying medicine?
I shouldn't say that about Draven. She's not that shallow. I know this for a fact.
Going into a daze, i remember a certain incident that proves her non shallow characteristic.
"Why did you marry me? I mean I'm a pizza man and a student teacher! I don't wear the pants in this marriage at all," saying it with a smirk on my face.
We are having one of those nights where coffee and a movie sounds perfect. Lying in bed, under the covers cuddling, she looks at me with those Great Barrier Reefs I call her eyes and replies,
"Kingsly...
I knew when she said my first name she meant it.
"Baby, I married you. Not your money. If I wanted money, I would've married along time ago with this guy I met in high school. he ended being a loser and not being able to support himself. I mean, he always relied on money to bail him out of everything: tests, baseball practice, jail...you name it, he could bail out of it. Plus, having money tunred him into a dick. You know that people that have money and they know it? Yeah, he was that guy. Kinglsy, you have heart, you love me for me and my habits and my quirkiness. You accept me and look at me like no one else can. Don't question why I married you. Just take it."
She winks at me a cuddles into my chest as she holds onto me tight.
That memory slowly fades away and I tell myself to never call her shallow again.
Why does is she dating this guy?
With a name like Seth, he just sounds like he should be in research. He's teh nerdy researcher!
What does she in him?
As I watch him sit on the couch, i wait for the oportune moment to break in his house and do the deed that I was forced to do.
Luther was going to pay for using Draven against me to do his dirty work.
Why did he want Seth's leg?
He had a thing for legs. First that one guy's leg, now Seth's?
He said something about a code. What was this code for?
I don't care. As long as I get Draven back in my arms and I get my revenge, he can have all the legs he wants. I'll bury them with him.
I gather up the courage to go get into his house.
Seth may have Draven now, but he won't here soon. He'll wish he never interveined.
I take a leap from the innereds of the trees leaves, breaking into the windo of the top story where he was sitting watch TV.
I land right on him and light his face up with an angry punch.
That was seeing Draven.
He kicks me off him and he grabs a gun form under his chair and points to where I was.
Looking confused he asks in a shakey, low pitched voice,
"Who are you and whay do you want from me?"
From the shadow I breatheon his neck,
"I want your leg."
Seth's face turned white, and turned to see no one in back of him as he shot the 9mm where I had disappeared.
"Got ya."
He turned back around, and I took him by his collar and slammed into his big screen TV.
While I held him down, I looked for something to take his leg off.
I saw a sword rack above the TV.
I gave him a solid punch that left my knuckles hurting and retrieved a sword from it.
Pinning Seth and looking into his fearful eyes, I saw him look in the entrence to the room. A tear from his face fell to the floor and I dropped the sword.
His 3 kids and wife stood, watchimg me beating their father, her husband.
He was a husband.
Like me.
"But Draven! I saw...you and Draven."
He looked at me, and I let him up easy so he could wipe his face.
"He sent you? Didn't he? Let me exlplain."
Anticipation.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What did she see him. This Seth Balkner guy looked like he could'nt decide if he wanted to be nerdy or hot. With his short blonde buzz cut and his brown eyes with black rimmed glasses. The teeth were sortive straight, and had a mild gap between them, and his face was slightly rounded, but not fat.
That was his nerdy side.
Looking about 5'10", Seth was built. You could tell he worked out because there's no way he could have six pack working as a medical assistant. ( I made this conclusion by spotting the white trench coat hanging around his chair.)
If anything, Draven was seeing him for his body and his money. He obviously had it. His house was a Victorian style, three story house.
What did this gu ydo for a living besides studying medicine?
I shouldn't say that about Draven. She's not that shallow. I know this for a fact.
Going into a daze, i remember a certain incident that proves her non shallow characteristic.
"Why did you marry me? I mean I'm a pizza man and a student teacher! I don't wear the pants in this marriage at all," saying it with a smirk on my face.
We are having one of those nights where coffee and a movie sounds perfect. Lying in bed, under the covers cuddling, she looks at me with those Great Barrier Reefs I call her eyes and replies,
"Kingsly...
I knew when she said my first name she meant it.
"Baby, I married you. Not your money. If I wanted money, I would've married along time ago with this guy I met in high school. he ended being a loser and not being able to support himself. I mean, he always relied on money to bail him out of everything: tests, baseball practice, jail...you name it, he could bail out of it. Plus, having money tunred him into a dick. You know that people that have money and they know it? Yeah, he was that guy. Kinglsy, you have heart, you love me for me and my habits and my quirkiness. You accept me and look at me like no one else can. Don't question why I married you. Just take it."
She winks at me a cuddles into my chest as she holds onto me tight.
That memory slowly fades away and I tell myself to never call her shallow again.
Why does is she dating this guy?
With a name like Seth, he just sounds like he should be in research. He's teh nerdy researcher!
What does she in him?
As I watch him sit on the couch, i wait for the oportune moment to break in his house and do the deed that I was forced to do.
Luther was going to pay for using Draven against me to do his dirty work.
Why did he want Seth's leg?
He had a thing for legs. First that one guy's leg, now Seth's?
He said something about a code. What was this code for?
I don't care. As long as I get Draven back in my arms and I get my revenge, he can have all the legs he wants. I'll bury them with him.
I gather up the courage to go get into his house.
Seth may have Draven now, but he won't here soon. He'll wish he never interveined.
I take a leap from the innereds of the trees leaves, breaking into the windo of the top story where he was sitting watch TV.
I land right on him and light his face up with an angry punch.
That was seeing Draven.
He kicks me off him and he grabs a gun form under his chair and points to where I was.
Looking confused he asks in a shakey, low pitched voice,
"Who are you and whay do you want from me?"
From the shadow I breatheon his neck,
"I want your leg."
Seth's face turned white, and turned to see no one in back of him as he shot the 9mm where I had disappeared.
"Got ya."
He turned back around, and I took him by his collar and slammed into his big screen TV.
While I held him down, I looked for something to take his leg off.
I saw a sword rack above the TV.
I gave him a solid punch that left my knuckles hurting and retrieved a sword from it.
Pinning Seth and looking into his fearful eyes, I saw him look in the entrence to the room. A tear from his face fell to the floor and I dropped the sword.
His 3 kids and wife stood, watchimg me beating their father, her husband.
He was a husband.
Like me.
"But Draven! I saw...you and Draven."
He looked at me, and I let him up easy so he could wipe his face.
"He sent you? Didn't he? Let me exlplain."
Anticipation.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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