Night Stalker
=-= September 24, 1995 =-=
"One of the same, please".
The barman gave him a short, uninterested look and filled his glass. He picked up the tepid glass of vodka and slowly sipped it. The remains of the orange juice left a sour taste in his mouth. He coughed.
It was getting late and the few customers that remained were already considering moving on to more live places. Even the pianist at the corner seemed bored, hitting the keys with less excitement than a dead horse. Putting the half-empty glass down, he looked in the bar's mirror, staring at his own reflection. Still in his late twenties, the mousey-blond hair carelessly falling on his face, he looked both attractive and boyish.
The bar's clock seemed to have stopped at a quarter to midnight. He straightened out his hair...then he noticed her. She was sitting at a corner table, legs crossed, smoking. She seemed to be watching his reflection in the mirror and he felt her eyes examining him from head to toes. Slowly, he turned around to take a better look at this woman and their eyes met. She smiled in a way full of mystery and kept staring at him. He felt his male hormones awakening...it was an obvious come-on, an invitation to something more than a drink and a chat. He took his drink and walked towards her table.
"May I sit with you? This place is so silent and I could really use some nice conversation". She smiled, this time more emphatically. She put her cigarette out and he noticed her fine fingers, sharp nails polished, squeezing the cigarette into a butt.
"Please, have a seat. I feel rather bored, my date never appeared and staying silent for more than ten minutes is not in my nature".
He pulled a chair close to her and sat down. For a few seconds they examined each other, eyes working overtime. She was a beautiful brunette, with a fine light coloured skin, her green eyes penetrating him like light-house beams. He smiled.
"It's not very polite of people not to appear on dates. And I think that your date missed quite a lot, you truly look wonderful".
She didn't reply, but sipped her drink, eyes fixed on him. Her eyes had something very unique about them, some sort of animal magnetism that forced him to remain there, looking at her. Finally, she spoke.
"Yes...and when someone kicks his piece of luck, someone else picks it up". Now, that was a phrase that he would have used...he was very good at flirting with women, almost like a professional playboy. He would enchant them with his witticisms and cool manners and then...well, then everything would be easier.
"Actually, luck has never deserted me". He was bragging now, and it was evident but he felt that this woman was his equal. Again, he felt her eyes lighten up as he said that. He lowered his eyes and noticed a piece of jewellry around her neck. It was a small stone, deep red and shiny, set on a silver triangle. A reverse triangle surrounded the first one, and hanged from a thin silver chain that went around her fine neck.
She noticed him looking at her stone and breathed deeply. The red stone hid between her breasts. He shivered, both astounded and aroused by the woman's reaction. He felt like he had to have her.
"I like men that entrust luck...and Fate", she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. He said nothing, but left a 20 dollar bill on the table instead. They exchanged one more look, feeling again her eyes sucking his mind out and they exited the bar.
It was a warm, late August night, the summer saying goodbye in a polite way. He directed her to his car, opened the door for her and got in. The engine started smoothly. He smiled inside...everything was going according to plan. Next to him, the woman sat relaxed and silent. They got into the main highway.
"It would be sacriledge to waste such a nice night", she whispered turning to him and he shivered again with each one of her words.
"Let's go to the forest by the lake". She looked deep into his eyes and he obeyed...he steered the car mechanically, her words echoing in his mind, her eyes obscuring the view like clouds.
It was not too far, and it seemed as if they got there by flying. He stopped the car and felt as if he had snapped out of a dream. He was not drunk, he had only had two vodkas, but still he felt dizzy. They got out of the car. A full moon was just rising between the twin mountain peaks and behind the lake, making the waters slowly glitter under the silent breeze.
They walked a bit, towards the lake and finally sat down at a clearing, away from any artificial light. He looked at her. She was beautifully pale and her eyes wonderfully bright, as ever. Getting closer to her, he softly kissed her on the lips. She felt like silk and smelled like myrrh. He felt her breathing becoming heavier, her body arching at his touch. She leaned towards him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, deeply kissing him, biting his lip with each button that she did open. She caressed his chest, kissing it with soft, slow pecks, sucking on his nipples not so gently. He moaned with pleasure and helped her out of her dress. It fell on the wet grass, revealing her slender body, totally naked under the moonlight. He removed the rest of his clothes and took her in his arms, slowly putting her on the grass, rubbing himself against her. She moved him around and straddled him. He was hard now, eagerly awaiting her to take him inside. She did so, in a quick and rough way, pushing herself down against him. He gasped, it was both pleasure and pain.
Holding his arms against the ground, she moved up and down, tightly entrapping his manhood in her sweet jail, bending forwards to caress his chest with her long dark hair. He felt so wonderful that he closed his eyes and opened them again, just in case he was dreaming. The woman made love to him faster now, swinging her waist around and pressing against him hard.
He felt his orgasm approaching, sweeping his body like a wave from head to toes and back again. He moaned with pleasure, and at the same time the woman climaxed, with a loud howl that broke the silence of the night like a thunderbolt out of nowhere...and near the end of his body's orgasmic spasms, he saw her, the Beast, with a body covered with dark thick hair, her eyes glowing in the darkness like twin fires from Hell. She fell forwards onto him, biting his neck, sucking his blood and devouring his flesh with her sharp, canine teeth...and as he lost conciousness together with the final moments of his life, he thought that he heard his own words again, ringing so ironically in his ears...
Actually, luck has never deserted me.
His body laid now still, lifeless on the wet grass, smeared with his own blood. The moon was well above the lake now, full and bright and evil...and chasing it, running after its bright trail was a wolf, with green glittering eyes and a chain with a red stone around its neck...
"One of the same, please".
The barman gave him a short, uninterested look and filled his glass. He picked up the tepid glass of vodka and slowly sipped it. The remains of the orange juice left a sour taste in his mouth. He coughed.
It was getting late and the few customers that remained were already considering moving on to more live places. Even the pianist at the corner seemed bored, hitting the keys with less excitement than a dead horse. Putting the half-empty glass down, he looked in the bar's mirror, staring at his own reflection. Still in his late twenties, the mousey-blond hair carelessly falling on his face, he looked both attractive and boyish.
The bar's clock seemed to have stopped at a quarter to midnight. He straightened out his hair...then he noticed her. She was sitting at a corner table, legs crossed, smoking. She seemed to be watching his reflection in the mirror and he felt her eyes examining him from head to toes. Slowly, he turned around to take a better look at this woman and their eyes met. She smiled in a way full of mystery and kept staring at him. He felt his male hormones awakening...it was an obvious come-on, an invitation to something more than a drink and a chat. He took his drink and walked towards her table.
"May I sit with you? This place is so silent and I could really use some nice conversation". She smiled, this time more emphatically. She put her cigarette out and he noticed her fine fingers, sharp nails polished, squeezing the cigarette into a butt.
"Please, have a seat. I feel rather bored, my date never appeared and staying silent for more than ten minutes is not in my nature".
He pulled a chair close to her and sat down. For a few seconds they examined each other, eyes working overtime. She was a beautiful brunette, with a fine light coloured skin, her green eyes penetrating him like light-house beams. He smiled.
"It's not very polite of people not to appear on dates. And I think that your date missed quite a lot, you truly look wonderful".
She didn't reply, but sipped her drink, eyes fixed on him. Her eyes had something very unique about them, some sort of animal magnetism that forced him to remain there, looking at her. Finally, she spoke.
"Yes...and when someone kicks his piece of luck, someone else picks it up". Now, that was a phrase that he would have used...he was very good at flirting with women, almost like a professional playboy. He would enchant them with his witticisms and cool manners and then...well, then everything would be easier.
"Actually, luck has never deserted me". He was bragging now, and it was evident but he felt that this woman was his equal. Again, he felt her eyes lighten up as he said that. He lowered his eyes and noticed a piece of jewellry around her neck. It was a small stone, deep red and shiny, set on a silver triangle. A reverse triangle surrounded the first one, and hanged from a thin silver chain that went around her fine neck.
She noticed him looking at her stone and breathed deeply. The red stone hid between her breasts. He shivered, both astounded and aroused by the woman's reaction. He felt like he had to have her.
"I like men that entrust luck...and Fate", she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. He said nothing, but left a 20 dollar bill on the table instead. They exchanged one more look, feeling again her eyes sucking his mind out and they exited the bar.
It was a warm, late August night, the summer saying goodbye in a polite way. He directed her to his car, opened the door for her and got in. The engine started smoothly. He smiled inside...everything was going according to plan. Next to him, the woman sat relaxed and silent. They got into the main highway.
"It would be sacriledge to waste such a nice night", she whispered turning to him and he shivered again with each one of her words.
"Let's go to the forest by the lake". She looked deep into his eyes and he obeyed...he steered the car mechanically, her words echoing in his mind, her eyes obscuring the view like clouds.
It was not too far, and it seemed as if they got there by flying. He stopped the car and felt as if he had snapped out of a dream. He was not drunk, he had only had two vodkas, but still he felt dizzy. They got out of the car. A full moon was just rising between the twin mountain peaks and behind the lake, making the waters slowly glitter under the silent breeze.
They walked a bit, towards the lake and finally sat down at a clearing, away from any artificial light. He looked at her. She was beautifully pale and her eyes wonderfully bright, as ever. Getting closer to her, he softly kissed her on the lips. She felt like silk and smelled like myrrh. He felt her breathing becoming heavier, her body arching at his touch. She leaned towards him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, deeply kissing him, biting his lip with each button that she did open. She caressed his chest, kissing it with soft, slow pecks, sucking on his nipples not so gently. He moaned with pleasure and helped her out of her dress. It fell on the wet grass, revealing her slender body, totally naked under the moonlight. He removed the rest of his clothes and took her in his arms, slowly putting her on the grass, rubbing himself against her. She moved him around and straddled him. He was hard now, eagerly awaiting her to take him inside. She did so, in a quick and rough way, pushing herself down against him. He gasped, it was both pleasure and pain.
Holding his arms against the ground, she moved up and down, tightly entrapping his manhood in her sweet jail, bending forwards to caress his chest with her long dark hair. He felt so wonderful that he closed his eyes and opened them again, just in case he was dreaming. The woman made love to him faster now, swinging her waist around and pressing against him hard.
He felt his orgasm approaching, sweeping his body like a wave from head to toes and back again. He moaned with pleasure, and at the same time the woman climaxed, with a loud howl that broke the silence of the night like a thunderbolt out of nowhere...and near the end of his body's orgasmic spasms, he saw her, the Beast, with a body covered with dark thick hair, her eyes glowing in the darkness like twin fires from Hell. She fell forwards onto him, biting his neck, sucking his blood and devouring his flesh with her sharp, canine teeth...and as he lost conciousness together with the final moments of his life, he thought that he heard his own words again, ringing so ironically in his ears...
Actually, luck has never deserted me.
His body laid now still, lifeless on the wet grass, smeared with his own blood. The moon was well above the lake now, full and bright and evil...and chasing it, running after its bright trail was a wolf, with green glittering eyes and a chain with a red stone around its neck...
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