Darkness

Darkness. And thus it begins. As it begins every night. Alone. Always alone. I can smell her stir in the room next to mine. I can hear her cry in bloody streams. I know she wants me. I can feel the heat from her loins from where I wake. But this she'll never have. I'm not one to tame.

I draw the curtains back. It's still vaguely light outside, remnants of the sun still straining to be seen, but I refuse to acknowledge it for its glory. It only speaks to me in days of yore, and those are dead to me, much like my own body, stilled in its tracks.

Anya cries for me from her cell. Still a child, in her own rite. How can I hold her loneliness against her? How can I hold her pain and fear from a life forced on her rather than offered to her? Somehow, I always seem to find a way.

"Don't make me come in there." I whisper under my breath, knowing fully she can hear my every syllable and smell my anger as it stirs under my breast. Silence. I growl gently to express my point more aptly even though I know she's quivering at the mere memory of my words. Stepping away from the window I sit down on the corner of my bed and reach for my black leather pants strewn over the chair across from the bed. As I muster the strength to stand up, I step into the pants and feel them melt into every curve and contour below my hips. These are my favourite simply because I know exactly how I look in them and I know just what it does to men and women alike.

Taking one final look at the dying sun's rays, I swish the curtains shut and grab my black faux fur coat and black combat boots before I step out of my apartment and lock the door. And I growl once more, just because I know that it makes Anya both cringe with fear and longing.

As I swing my thigh-length coat on, I grab my combat boots and run down the stairs. I wonder why I'm always so urgent to get outside. As though I'm trying to prove something to that damned sun. That I can and will defy it in all its glory. Or perhaps it's to remind myself what I look like under "natural" light. I forget.

When I reach the bottom of the stairwell I see Elena. Elena, always so frightened of herself. Elena, long brown hair, always pulled out of her face with some contraption chosen to accent her frumpy dresses she wears to her office job. Today she's chosen a dreadfully drab brown dress that resembles something like a brown paper bag. I'm not fooled, though. I know underneath her ugly garb is a voluptuous woman, dying for the touch of an evil lad, such as myself. Heh heh, go figure. She meekly steps by me as I situate myself on the bottom step to tie up my combat boots. I grin in her direction flashing my teeth and lightly licking my canines.

"In so early, Elena?"

"Yes. Long day at work." She laughs forcedly and attempts to avoid contact of any manner: eye, physical, sexual.

"You know, Elena," I begin as I turn around from where I'm perched to wait for her to make eye contact, "I'll bet you I know just what you need after a long day's work." I purr lightly under my breath to press my point until I see her face turn a deep shade of scarlet. I can smell her getting wet which only encourages me further. "And I'd like to bet just about anything that I'm just the person to give you what you need."

"I um, I really have to… I have to go, Justin. I just have to go." She turns and starts up the stairs at a quickened pace. Justin. That's me. To her, at least. Justin.

"Maybe next time. Next time," I mumble under my breath. She hears me. As I finish lacing up the second boot I saunter out the door at my own pace, now. The cool of the night is setting in already and I am enthralled. I feel the metal in my body chill: my septum ring, my nipple rings and the chains connecting them, my nape piercing, and my sternum piercing all raise gooseflesh on my body as I stroll down the boulevard. The rays have gone now. It's just me and the night air and thoughts of satisfying that ever-stirring hunger in me. I know where I'm going. I know what I want. And I know just where to get it tonight.

Everything's a blur until I get there. There's a line to get in. The Continental is always crowded at this time on a Friday night. Full of little children dressed up as adults and pretending to know who they are behind their masks of black eyeliner and eccentric outfits. There is an unsettling silence as I pass them all by to get to the doors. They watch me not only because of my exotic exterior. They watch me because they see the true embodiment of all they try to be. The living (well, for all intents and purposes) nightmarish fantasy they all yearn to take part in. I feel my lips part to a smile as I pass them and I catch the eyes of a few young boys and wink before I disappear behind the doors. I can hear them groan under their breaths.

"Long time no see, gorgeous." Henry, the bouncer, or Prince Henry as he prefers to be called in his PVC cat suit, eyes me up and down before I nod at him and offer him a half smile. All unspoken promises yet to be filled. Someday, Prince Henry, someday.

The music is pounding in my head and filling me completely as I walk up the stairs to the dance floor and bar. Oddly enough, I recognize this song. It's Massive Attack's Tear Drop. When I gave her the privilege of a stereo for a month, Anya played it all the time as she danced and wept herself into a bloody mess. When I finally reach the landing the smell hits me. It's the smell of desire, solitude, and sex. I'm aroused. Rather than stalk the dance floor for a willing victim, I decide to station myself in a booth where I have an excellent view of both the bar and dance floor. All those children, dancing by themselves and dreaming of life after sunset. They watch themselves in the mirror as though if they turn their eyes for one moment, they shall disappear. And what worse a hell than to have your name forgotten? Just as I have forgotten mine.

As the song ends, there is a huge turnover on the dance floor while a fast paced song entices all the drunken children to the floor to work out their sexual frustration and yet repels the lonely ones who would rather flow than grind away their desires. I lean forward on the table before me and run my fingers up and down my throat pretending to muse on something other than satisfying my immediate needs. I catch the eyes of several young girls on the dance floor as they grind into each other. Both are dressed as off-kilter catholic school girls with stockings that end right above their knees. Legs intertwined, they begin to grind into each other more fiercely as they feel my eyes on them.

The one closest to me has her bright red dreadlocks up in pig tails with soft brown eyes haloed by bleached eyebrows and an eyebrow ring. Very slender. She's not wearing a bra and has no need for one, at that. I can see her nipples straining against her tight white button down shirt as she pushes her companion's head down until she is kneeling. Her companion, on the other hand, has her black hair back in a pony tail to showcase the shorn lower portion of her scalp and before she ducks her head under her mistress' skirt, I take note of her attention to detail through her kohl lined eyes and bright red lipstick and black bindhi that serves as a morbid recreation of a third eye. The mistress moans and glares at me with unmasked desire as her voluptuous girlfriend holds fast to her hips and grinds her face into her mistress' snatch. When the girlfriend finally emerges, her lipstick is smeared and her mistress grabs her by the top of her scalp and passionately kisses her to signify approval.

I'm amused. These two girls, not any older than 18, are putting on a show for me. I'm more amused than I am aroused at the site and I can't hide it as I turn my head away and bite my fist so hard that blood streams down my knuckles. Licking the blood away, I turn back to the duo to see if I've offended them, but it appears as though they have moved on to a new young boy to tease. I laugh out loud this time.

"My, my, what a lovely voice you have," I hear from behind me.

"All the better to catch your attention with," I chuckle as I turn around to face my aggressor. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black. I'm smitten. Her black hair shadows her fair shoulders and her short bangs remind me all too much of Bettie Page. As she slowly walks over to sit across from me, I see she's wearing a form fitting red dress that traces her body's every curve down to just below her knees and black stockings with a seam up the back. Her black platform pumps offer the point to the exclamation that she embodies. I can feel the heat of her sex as she demurely sits across from me and lights a black clove while drawing in deeply through loosely puckered lips.

"My, my, aren't you the dish," she grins at me as she eyes me up and down. I catch her eyes as she fall upon mine and she reaches across the table with an alabaster hand and gently fingers away a stray hair that had fallen in my eye. "Such blue eyes. I don't think I've ever seen anyone with that shade of blue. So icy. Almost transparent."

"I'm sorry. Do they bother you? I can always look away."

"Perish the thought," she follows with a throaty laugh that serves not only as an expression of amusement but a means of exhaling a lung full of sweet smoke. She offers me her hand again, but this time to kiss as she follows it with a name: Diana.

"Goddess of the Moon," I counter before licking her hand and returning it to her. "Huntress, Maiden, Creator, Destroyer. She's my favourite." I can smell her getting moist. She keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs and I feel myself get more carnivorous with each passing moment. Diana reaches across the table and gently pulls at the chain connecting my nipples and I feign a look of submission and pain before I remove her hand and suck gently at her index finger and bite gently, just hard enough to draw a little blood. She smiles as I suck and look into her eyes. This is driving me mad. No more games. I can feel my veins catch fire as I swallow her blood so I release her finger before I give away my true intentions of this encounter. I gently slide my right knee between her two thighs to spread them slightly before slipping under the table between her thighs. Sliding her dress up her thighs, she squirms to accommodate the adjustment of her material. I inhale her feminine perfume deeply. Mmmm. She's soaking beneath her black and white polka dot panties and she hasn't had release for at least a few months. Rather than ponder this I lick her through her panties.

I realise that I'm quite visible to anyone who takes the time to see what is making this immaculate creature squirm and moan in smoky release, but I also realise that this club is no stranger to such activity going on in the open. And so I bury my nose in her panties and run it along the fold I'm pressing the material into and I inhale her desire deeply before exhaling through my nose to arouse her further. I can hear her cry out under her breath for more before I snake my body up hers and, supporting myself with my hands on either side of her body, I lean in as though to kiss her and instead I turn my head at the last minute so that my lips are right next to her ear before I gently whisper to her the command in the form of a suggestion that we should go back to my place. Diana bites her lip and closes her eyes and we both know where we are going.

I slide back down her body and emerge from under the table to offer her my hand before lowering my head and raising my eyes to look at her: "Come, my goddess. The Moon is full tonight and you are mine to deflower under its knowing eyes." Speechless, Diana merely left her clove smoking in the ashtray to churn out sweet smoke as I took her hand and drew her out of the noisy atmosphere.

"So, what's your name?"

"Hmm?"

"Your name. You never told me," Diana looks at me as we have reached the door to my apartment in silence and she cocks her head with a playful smile on her lips.

"Oh. My name. You can call me Apollo."

"Alright, Apollo, lead the way," she motions to the door as I turn away from her to unlock it and growl under my breath to warn Anya of company. Anya knows better than to call for me when I first come home, but I growl nonetheless to drive the point home this time.

I lead Diana into my bedroom, the white sheets twisted and strewn about my bed. After I sit her on the bed I slowly draw the curtains open, looking back at her over my shoulder with a half smile before turning towards her and drawing a finger to my lips as I see her chest raise to take in air to begin asking questions. I don't want words tonight. I've grown sick of them. I just want what I came for. Diana raises herself from the bed as I lean against the wall and beckon her to me with a single motion of my finger and I let her push my coat to the floor. Whispering her name, I lower my head to the hollow over her shoulder and taste her skin as I kiss her ravenously while my hands flow down her back to unzip her dress and let it fall at our feet. She sighs as pull her into me by her shoulder blades just to feel her breasts press against my skin. Her nipples harden as they come into contact with the cold metal on my chest and she shivers as I gently bite at her neck. Gently. Gently. No need to hurry. The Moon is full and still shines on us illuminating our pale flesh and ebony hair. We are like twins born to different worlds with different subjects and different motives and yet driven to the same deeds.

Pushing her away gently, I walk past her and lay down on my bed grinning at her and raising my finger to my lips as a subtle reminder. She walks to the foot of the bed in her polka dot panties, the Moon accenting the ripeness of her figure. Full yet firm breasts leading to a cinched waist that blossom to such fertile hips. I take the finger from my lips and motion her towards me once again, and she obeys without question, kneeling first and then laying down upon me. Deftly, I flip her on her back and raise to my knees in between her thighs before I draw her polka dot panties down her thighs, her calves, and finally I tug them off, smelling them deeply before I fling them across the room. Diana reaches between up and unzips my pants before drawing the tight leather down my thighs. I stand up to push them off myself. I look down to see my semi-hard self grow slightly and I look back into Diana's eyes and grin. I feel my eyes glowing now and I feel the hunger in me rise with my flesh. I know Diana feels it too because I suddenly smell the fear in her rise and this scent only drives me on harder.

"Listen, um, Apollo, I think I've made a mistake. I should really get going," she stammers as she raises herself up on her hands.

"You think?" I'm feel the deep rumbling in my chest from my growling and I feel myself growing harder at her vocalized fear. She's absolutely petrified, and I couldn't want her more. As she rolls to her side I jump on her on my hands and knees and pin her to her back by her shoulders and I slide a knee between her thighs to spread them again, this time against her will. Her shuddering beneath me is just driving me on. I forcefully spread her thighs apart with my knee and growl in her ear before lightly nipping it with my teeth. Diana yelps in pain. I've drawn a little blood. I attach my lips to her lobe and suck gently as I reach my hand between her thighs and stroke her against her will.

"Let me go," she squirms beneath my weight and whimpers at my touch. "I've made a mistake! I can't be doing this! I thought I wanted this but I…" I violently cut her off as I kiss her drawing her tongue into my mouth and biting the tip of it to suckle at the blood that flows forth.

"We all make mistakes, Diana," I purr and grab hold of myself and begin to rub the head of my member against her slit slowly and teasingly, "but how many of us actually pay for our mistakes? Tomorrow I die for this mistake, but tomorrow night I am resurrected to make the exact same mistake. I am your personal saviour tonight. You are living to worship me, so submit, Diana. You belong to me tonight, forever." And as I say these last words, I push myself into her, all the way. I cover her mouth with mine to muffle the scream before pulling out of her slightly and pushing myself back into her again. I rock her into submission and her frozen fear excites me to no end. My canines grow and press against my lower lip. I'm growing. Inside her.

I lick the hollow of her shoulder again, as I slide in and out of her and before she can will herself out of shock, I plunge myself into her yet again with my teeth, this time, and break the surface of her virgin skin. Diana wakes from her momentary submission and begins to cry under the pain and wakes Anya in the next room who joins her and the two of them sing of pain despite pleasure together. Diana begins to claw at into my back and she tries to pull away from me by driving her hips down into the mattress. I think Diana is more scared at the prospect that she is enjoying this rather than the prospect of her pending mortality. I draw more of her essence within me as I push myself into her at a faster pace. Diana is enjoying this despite herself, I can feel her muscles relax and submit to me with pleasure.

As I buck against her body in fluid motions while my head remains attached to her neck like a baby's to a mother's teet, I feel her tighten around me and I know she's about to go over the edge. I suck at her harder and feel orgasm rush up on me as well and I explode inside her as she continues to flow into my mouth. Diana wraps her legs around my back to drive me in deeper while she cries out into the night one last time before closing her eyes and submitting herself completely. Finally, her muscles relax completely and I draw myself away from her neck, satisfied, for the time being, and I draw myself out of her. Anya is wailing louder now. Jealous.

"Maybe another night," I whisper to her under my breath before curling into the fetal position and wrapping one of Diana's cooling arms around me before I drift off to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow night.

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