Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: Wichita Kansas, U.S.A.
It was all because of a woman.
Following the girl did not seem like a bad thing at the time. Her red hair and long milk-white legs along with the sway of her shoulders and butt as she walked, coupled with that amazing perfume was too much for me to resist.
I had seen her in the club from across the room amidst the rumble and rhythms of pulsating music, writhing bodies silhouetted by strobe lights flashing and color changing through hazy ghostlike smoke. The ethereal swirling fug of club-smoke generated to add atmosphere to the experience and the hazy gray offspring of exhaled iho-stick smoke from lax lips and tainted lungs could not withstand, nor hide the beauty of this woman, even though she stood, drink in hand, nearly thirty meters from me.
Her eyes were green and full of intoxication and for the life of me I could not break away from her gaze even if I had wanted too. From the moment I noticed her watching me and looked into those eyes I was hooked, like a fish; I was trapped like a bird in a cruel net, but I did not know it. I would have happily walked through fire to be with her, crawled through glass to stand next to her, sell my soul to make love to her.
With the charm of her sparkling eyes she possessed my will to the point of crushing me, but then she turned and began to walk away. Panic flooded me and I was undone. She was leaving me; walking away into the shadows, I would never see her again.
With all my heart I gave chase, pushing people out of the way, dodging swirling couples lost in each others desires, stationary lovers enraptured in close embrace. The smoke swirled around me like fog on the pier; it stroked along my flesh and sought to hold me back, warning me of things to come, but I did not understand.
The smoke knew, the shadows understood and would have fled away from her, but they were captured by her will as I was terrified of losing her forever. I watched helpless as the door opened and she walked through it and disappeared to the right. Her hair was instantly caught by the wind and flowed like the flames of a raging fire.
I began to run as if my life was in mortal danger; tears were running down my face and I was panting, inhaling and exhaling rapidly as I fought against the tide of people before me. Over the sound of the music I heard some shouting at me while others threatened me while others laughed at my plight, thinking I needed to vomit somewhere having had too much to drink.
At last the door was before me. I smashed through it with all my might and it swung wildly into the face of a woman, breaking her nose. She fell to her knees holding her face, blood flowing from below her fingers and delicate palms.
I moved on unaware of what I had done, only focused on the disappearing apparition, the desire of my soul. Something hit me in the back and plunged me to the ground. Instantly the spell was broken and I struggled to understand what had happened.
A fist smashed into the side of my face and then another. I tasted blood as my lips were broken and teeth were cracked. There was shouting all around me and from the ground I could only see feet swarming closer. One of those feet smashed into my side and I felt a rib break. It came down again and knocked the air from my lungs.
Someone stomped on my leg and another on my arm. I tried to scream, but could not get the air back into my lungs. Another fist hit me in the back of the head and I nearly passed out. Firm hands grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back. Angry faces stared down at me along with the blade of a knife in the hands of a wrathful husband.
‘This is for breaking my wife’s nose!’ he yelled into my ears before the knife came down. Almost instantly everything went black. There was nothing except pain and then that faded away as well.
I am pretty sure I died that night or would have except for the help of that woman. My swollen eyes struggled to open and my body ached, but it all seemed to fade away when I heard her voice. That voice, that Emperor cured voice was full of desire, soothing to the soul and as cold as death.
Her voice was like nothing I had ever heard before. It was comforting and reassuring, but torturous too, like poison mixed with wine. Her hands stroked my face and the swelling seemed to go down, she spoke in a language I did not understand and I felt my bones knit back together.
As my eyes opened I saw those eyes; soft and green, beautiful, intoxicating and cruel. Her red hair like blood flowed down her dipped head and caressed my face and her lips touched mine. A shock poured through my body as my lips responded to her kindness.
I hungered for her and could not resist her cold embrace. She bit me over and over again as we coupled on the bed, but there was no pain, there was no discomfort, only strength and fire, desire and stimulation.
An eternity has come and gone now and everything has changed.
Gosl’ja, wrapped himself in the flesh of the dead as he walked through the long dark halls of the mansion.
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