Moonless sky. Phantom lips. Silken skin.
She came awake with a jolt. Her vision swam with darkness until the room came into focus. She didn’t recognize her surroundings. A threadbare room. Concrete walls. Limited natural light, the source of which she had yet to discover. With legs that shook, she heaved herself off the bed that seemed out of place in the nondescript room. She frowned. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotten there.
She glanced toward where a door should have stood. Nothing but concrete stood in its place.
She clung to him as if he was a life raft and she was drowning. She felt as if she was drowning in him as his mouth devoured hers.
She groaned as his tongue swept in and stroked hers.
The stranger gave no reply and she didn’t dare look up. Instead, leaves rustled under foot as he stepped closer. Another gust of wind brought forth the scent of stale coffee as the stranger took another step forward. She tensed, prepared to run but some instinct told her she wouldn’t get far. He hadn’t seemed out of breath in the slightest when he’d appeared out of thin air earlier. He’d followed her and perhaps it had been the thrill of the chase that had made his eyes shine as they did.
Cold fingers gripped her chin, cold as a corpse some irrational part of her mind mumbled, and forced her to look into eyes that seemed to shine as radiant as the sun. Something inside her screamed. Then a thin red line at his neck caught her gaze. She frowned as it appear to widen. Her eyes widened with shock and her heart froze as the line widen and oozed until he his head slid clean off his shoulders. A scream got caught in her throat as the body slowly dropped to its knees and did a slow descend to the ground.
“And how do I kiss”, she stammered out.
He leaned in ever so slightly, bringing with him a waft of chocolate as his lips twitched and he murmured, “You kiss as if you’ve never been kissed before.” She blushed and averted his eyes, refusing to admit he’d hit the nail on the head.
Another whiff of chocolate had her glancing up and meeting his knowing gaze. Mischief sparkled in his eyes. His lips curved into an evil smile as he replied, “Perhaps I should give you a real kiss then.”
“I knew I couldn’t keep you.” Unshed tears filled her eyes.
She thought back to a conversation they’d had not too long ago, that in hindsight should have been a sign of the end.
“What do you want?” He asked with concern in his eyes.
“You”, she replied.
A quizzical expression crossed his face. “What do you mean? I’m right here.”
She wanted to say, “No, you’re not. You’re here physically but in actuality you’re a million miles away.” She held tongue. He wouldn’t get it, just like he didn’t get it then.
But sometimes, she thought, he was there with her. He’d look at her as if seeing her after a long seperation. He’d see her, truly. And it felt so good to be seen. It seemed as if everyone but him looked right through, as if she was made of air.
Her knees buckled and gave out beneath her. Tears filled her eyes as her lungs struggled to regain the breath that had been knocked out of them. The fallen that towered over her cackled gleefully as he unsheathed a dagger out of thin air. Firelight twinkled in his eyes as he leaned toward her, bringing with him the scent of pine needles.
“Say a prayer, Nephilim, but I doubt anybody will be listening”, he whispered as his fetid breath caressed her face.
Sorry for the hiatus. I knew I wouldn’t keep up with the two day deadline. Oh, well. It’s not like I’ve stopped writing or having ideas. Just hadn’t the time to type them out. Anyways, here’s something I found on my old computer
How could this happen? I kept wondering that same question as I gazed into my lukewarm Cappuccino. The incessant buzz of the voices around me became background noise. My life literally flashed before my eyes. I saw my epitaph and the engraving left me feeling as if I’d been dunked with cold water.
JUNE 13, 1992 – APRIL 4, 2016
BELOVED DAUGHTER. SHE LIVED.
How the hell could I die at the age of 24 in this day and age of advanced technology? I’ll tell you why. Because my soul was not my own. It belonged to the devil. The devil doesn’t exist, you say. Well, I can assure you he does. And he’s as handsome as sin. Smooth olive skin. Jet black hair that cascades down his back, almost as if it acted independently of the air around it. Amber eyes that seemed to sear into your soul. Perhaps they did. In the year of 2016, the devil’s current alias is Luke Brown. How unassuming. He’s a 40-something private contractor. A friend of my father’s, or so I’d been led to believe my entire life.
I loved it when he came to visit. The skin around his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, his eyes always seemed to hold a spark of mischief, and his laughter would boom out of his chest, almost as if it was unaccustomed to the function. He always wore neutral colors, now that I think about it. Light seemed to shine everywhere but on him. My cat Simon was always weary in his presence. Perhaps animals do know more than humans.
“Do you go to NYU?”
I glanced up quizzically. I found myself staring into warm hazel eyes. “Huh?”, I said articulately. A flash of teeth. “Sorry. I saw the copy of Dante’s Inferno sitting next to your coffee and you appear to be around my age so I assumed you were reading it for Modern Epic Lit class. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you or anything.” The brunette with warm hazel eyes and an easy smile blushed cutely. I found myself smiling despite the severity of my situation. I found my voice and managed to say something a bit more coherent.
“It’s no bother and you’re right. I do go to NYU. I actually haven’t cracked the book open.” I made a sparring glance at the people in the sixth circle of hell on the cover. “I had something else on my mind. Kind of starring off into space.”