“It’s okay Tom. I’m here.
I’ll take care of you."
Tom opened his mouth taking in a deep
passionate kiss. Her tongue gently
caressed his. At that moment he
desperately needed the soft soothing emotions she brought to him.
Lilith helped him to his feet.
"Take this it will help,"
she put a blue liquid capsule deep into his mouth causing him to gage for a
moment before swallowing it.
“I'm here to help you adjust to your
new life.”
Tom wanted no part of this new life.
It was the middle of the night. Lilith walked with Tom arm in arm. She supported most of his weight. She leaned him against the window of
McQuade’s Tavern. Pleasant memories of
the night when he was there with Angela came to mind.
"Angela," he whispered.
Lilith wedged her knee between Tom’s
legs. She kicked him hard.
Tom gasped for air as the impact
forced him to double over in pain.
"Forget about her. Angela is from your past. You have me now."
Lilith supported him before he could
fall. She began kissing him. Tom did not resist.
Sexual arousal, fear, pain, anger; he
needed to break free so he could sort things out. This time when Lilith let him go, he was able
to stay on his feet. But he was having
trouble with his breathing. It was not
only from Lilith's kick but also from a confusion of emotions.
“I can’t murder anyone,” Tom managed
to say while catching his breath.
“It’s not that hard."
The capsule she gave him was
working. That was when he saw a
demon. A transparent black haze about
twice his size formed itself into a blurry figure. Suddenly everything became silent as a wave
of deafness came over him. It was
frightening and strange yet all too familiar.
The image flickered then swelled
coming closer to Tom for a moment then moving away in rhythm with his
breathing. The resulting vertigo caused
him to sway in time with the changing image.
It had no real face only what can be
described as a swirling glob of flesh-like evil. In the middle of where a face should have
been, was a black void that seemed to suck his life away.
“Tom, look away. Don’t resist or his power will kill you,” she
said turning him away. It was
working. She was gradually turning him
into a killer.
“Remember the agreement. You gave him permission. It’s too late to back down.”
Tom fell to the ground, unconscious.
When Tom regained consciousness, he
found himself several blocks away from where Lilith left him. He was no longer in front of McQuade’s
Tavern.
Filled with an uncontrollable hunger,
which he could not understand, Tom ran down the road looking for something he
knew nothing about. The fallen leaves
crackled and stirred with each step. He
tried to soften his steps, quick yet quiet.
That was what he needed, to be quick yet quiet.
Up ahead a young woman stood walking
down the dark street. She turned to see
what was making such a loud swishing sound.
She saw nothing so she continued walking assuming it was a gust of wind.
Tom hid behind a tree holding his breath. He watched her. Then he silently followed making sure she was
unaware of his presence.
She was an attractive woman about the
same age and build as Angela. Her
shoulder length light brown hair could not be mistaken for Angela’s almost
black hair. Tom was sure it was not her.
The woman turned around the
corner. Tom continued stalking her. Now he understood how a wolf, hawk or wildcat
must feel as it hunts its prey. It was
one of the most exhilarating feelings he had ever experienced.
The road she was taking led back to
McQuade’s Tavern. He remembered he was
supposed to meet there with Angela later that night.
Tom knelt close to the ground on all
fours peeking around the corner. He
waited a moment to allow her to put some distance between them. The time was
not yet right.
He felt the demon in his body. It now had complete control of his
being. He felt he was only a spectator.
Maybe he was fooling himself into
feeling this loss of control. It was a
way to ease his conscience. If he was
not the one taking action, then he could not be to blame.
He wondered how he could enjoy the
excitement, the compulsion to go through with the hunt. He was ashamed and disgusted with himself,
yet he continued. Tom decided to forgive
himself. He had no choice.
He leapt into action. Heavy breathing turned into a rhythmic
panting. He let out a loud scream of
excited angry power. Faster than he believed
was possible he was there. The startled
woman turned. She saw Tom’s face inches
away.
In her eyes, Tom saw what he believed
to be the reflection of his own eyes.
Looking closer he saw the reflection of something else, something evil,
something hideous.
He watched her terror grow into
unbearable pain. A moment later she fell
to the ground.
Tom began to shiver with fear. He was in disbelief as an unexpected sexual
passion grew in him until it overcame his fear.
Orgasmic pleasure erupted. He
panted to catch his breath. Then he fell
to the road in exhaustion. Again, he
lost consciousness.
When Tom awoke, he was on his
back. Next to him on the ground was the
woman he was stalking lying on her side facing away from him. He tried to get to his feet. The road seemed to spin too much for him to
endure. He fell back down.
He looked at his hands. They were soaked in blood. The taste of blood and bits of steak-like
shreds were wedged between his teeth. He
explored the inside of his mouth with his tongue. It felt like the remnants of some barely
cooked steak. He wiped the blood from
his lips on the arm of his jacket staining it bright red.
He sat up to see if the woman was
okay. Blood was dripping from her head
creating a small puddle of blood on the street.
He could only see that much in the dim light. He sat up to have a closer look.
He saw her white blood-stained teeth
shining through what remained of the left side of her face. The flesh was ripped off but her lips,
painted in dark pink lipstick, were still intact as if nothing had happened.
Vomit instantly erupted too fast for
him to stop. He turned his head to avoid
throwing up on the woman.
“Yes, she’s dead. Scared to death,” Lilith startled him.
Tom tried to make sense of what
happened. His jumbled thinking only made
matters worse.
“But how? I mean I did not do this. I’m sure of it. I was already passed out.”
Lilith responded with a smirk.
“She was dead before you had a chance
to kill her. The woman was scared to
death before you could kill her in a more direct way.”
“Did I actually do this?” Tom asked
again, afraid of what the answer would be.
“You can’t take all the credit.”
Again, Tom looked at the woman. The sight of one side of her face missing and
her flesh torn away was too much to bear.
He looked away.
Tom wiped more blood from his mouth.
“But I had no choice.”
“You didn’t complain when you bit
into her face. Don’t worry. We’re not
cannibals. It’s all symbolic.”
“What’s that on her head?”
Lilith bent down to pull the coin
from the woman’s forehead and showed it to Tom.
“On the face of the coin is the
ouroboros dragon. On the back is what looks like a large letter ‘Y’.”
Tom looked closely at the
bloodstained coin and asked her what it meant.
“The ‘Y’ symbolizes the path someone
chooses in his life. The right path
symbolizes good. The left path
symbolizes evil, the path you’ve chosen.
The ouroboros with fire symbolizes the destruction of existence.
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ReplyDeleteI am happy you decided to continue. I will keep on reading.
ReplyDeletesince i learnt how horror stuff trick your mind i have skipped until i got full control of my brain :)
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