His evening went on and he wished he had been in the one before
the night before. He barricades him self in his room, ceiled the
door using duck tape, set his dresser in front. The window he
used his armoire, it leaves just enough space from in the top for
air to sooth on thru. Lights on, his night table lamp unshaded
and for extra support he lit candles from in each corner of his
������� He doesn't know and didn't but what ever it is his plans
for tonight are for confronting it. He lays back on his bed,
sheets off to the side, comforter, and blanket. He knows from in
the slightest touch of comfort he could be out like a light.
������� The awaking from in his deepest of dreams that had him
unwilling, held in and gripped with out question left him to the
coldest of thoughts from in his morning. He laid in bed all
alone, the morning's humidity, a sense that once had no means to
him began to seep in to his soul, and the only thing he could
relate to from in its feeling was death. Then as the sun began to
shine, it wasn't shining for light, heat or from in the shine it
once held. It was brining death, a birth of it and in on to him.
������� He knew from in the taste of sweat that bled from out of
his head that he was no longer him, a citizen of the life that
has been lead, the guy who went along with it all, with no
question or means from in its regret.
������� He laid for hours, watched as the world turned from
around him. He listened in on all his massages from after the
rings on his phone of girlfriends and others from in his past. He
could feel the calls from in around him, the pleads for mercy,
forgiveness's, a sorrow and yet his was un kept.
������� Now as he, lies awakened from in the hold that has yet to
be gripped. His means for compliance are waist. The room, his
barricade, the motionless breath that passed him on is now
becoming a welcoming from in the night that too will be
������� He hesitates; the breaths that held from in a wind are
now wind, nothing to him. His soul has been passed on, left from
in his being that too has dispensed from in. If shuts them, those
eyes, the worthless meaning from in a worthless breath then how
it was he had been held will and now it; as he's done; is
������� She calls knowing he's hesitating, his pulse yet to set
from in the clenching grip she sends forth. He heard, hears the
call, begins seeing the steaming flock of wings come his way. His
motions from in his thoughts of setting his head in to a comfort
from in a pillow are banished. Nowhere to run, hide and any nerve
he'd use to move, he already knows will be swept from in the
endless steaming mist that now has him in its hold. He prepares,
setting breath, expecting the encounter. The senseless thought of
being from in his room, barricaded, sealed, and turned in to a
life in order to protect his own soul is now once a never did.
������� He shakes out his legs, stomps his feet in to a plashing
steam of nothingness then takes in that wind he had been hiding
from, seeping deep in to his chest, filling his nasal and
absorbing its silencing trap before encouraging himself from in
that once fear to open his eye's.
������� "You." She said.
He looks in to her eye's, on to her, stares his demons sets for
compare from in his one encounter yet he couldn't. The darken
flesh like skin, the fangs, firing eyes which flame seems to be
set from in smiles, the long ness of her hair seeming as if it
had being grown in to a robe, a gown and used to dress her naked
������� "What had taken you so long?" She asked looking him up
and down, running the salvias from in her mouth along with her
eyes all over his naked body.
������� He stares from in his stand knowing he is going to be
tending to another sinful act. His mind snaps in to trance,
nerves rushed from in tendons, stands him in as they sizzled on
up in to his head. His thought leads him in, his attempted for
grabbing his blankets, pillow and covering in his head are left
from in the slightness of thinned airs. He is now left from where
he had been; the stench of blood stroke in to him before its
sight. The hotel room, a hotel just blocks away from his. Blood
begins to lift from in its spill, lapsing his thoughts, the
images of him and her, the couple from in the room, their
screams, and the blood as it's taunted in to spills then his
first sight in to it. His saliva's from after wiping his lips on
to his wrist and staring as the blood mixed in. He stands over
the bed from in the center of the hotel room, she's smiling as
she always is from in that firing flame of her eye, he looks on
to the bed, the two bodies soaked in their own blood; guy and
girl who were once doing what they do from in a hotel room. And
now as they lay tended to the sinful acts that he had been
accompanying and dripped of their own blood as he too had not
resorted from adding to its pleasure as did his knew means for a
nightly friend who is sent for him from in a dimmable demon
that's now about to be lit.
������� "Shshs" She shushed him, her hand breaking in thru the
steaming wind; setting a finger on to his lips before he could
enter in to a means of questioning. From in that restless state,
an escape, a lapse from in time as her pleasure from in the night
before; where she held him in. Begins to send its need for again
another blood striving - yet for him a dream.
������� She steps a step in to him, her finger running from off
his lips, along his neck, brakes for a wide smile from in that
firing gleam of her eye,
������� "Shall we," she asked lining her fingers in under his
ear, her claws stringing around it then clenches in to the back
of his wile setting her lips in to his and sending what nerve she
has welcomed him with into its sifting current.
������� The room has been set from in a calm cooling breeze that
seeps in thru its window above the bed. Incenses burning from in
the beds footboard, smoke dancing in to the ceiling, steaming in
along the dim setting from of each of the two lamps from in each
side of the empty bed.
������� His eyes sprung open from in her grip, her lips lifted
from off his, hand sliding from off his neck and pushes him in to
a lean as she springs a flame in to those firing eyes of hers.
������� She turns from in her stance, looks over the empty bed
Back on to him as he stares her on then follows them in on the
door from in the left side of the bed. Steam, a hot steam flows
out from in under as the crack of light spays it in to clarity
from in the dim of the incenses burns from in the room.
������� A smile; wide and set with courage's ness from in those
pin sharp teeth as she steps in towards the door, swings out her
hand, turns her head; running her the flame from in her eye
along, off its finger tips and on to him as he stood still. He
looks in to her hand, the tips of its claw, begins to feel a lust
from in the terror and fear from in his weakest of thoughts for
who or what was waiting for them from in behind that door. Her
stare, hand as it waved a fanning of claws in the wind, sends
what lusting grip her lips had on to his a taste for what she's
now leading him in to.
������� Oils slick, splash from off the two bodies as they stand
them selves in front of the mirror, Amy and Samantha; two young
women, models from in the burnet, dark skin of class, lesbians in
celebration, pre lusting them selves, taking to the admiration
from one another's �naked oiling flesh.
������� �Claws lightly rattle on to the door knob, the other claw
set hand pinning in to his chest, synthesizing the thrusting lust
pounding from off his chest. A split from in the door, the fresh
moist air from in the washroom turned to a solid dryness of
death. The claws dazzled, cutting in under the shine from in
Samantha's eyes as they gripped in to Amy chest, the oil sizzling
from off her shoulder as those firing eyes set in over, blood
rip's into a wind and poor Samantha falls to her knees screaming
as her hands push in to her face; hiding her self from in the
sight of its pain.
������� Samantha's left with out a wind, her hearing tuning her
in from the merciful pleads she had plead for her own death. She
lifts slowly to her feet, gripping on to the toilet, pulling from
off the sink then stares in thru blood as it spills down the
mirror, dripping from off the light. She steps back, knees
quenched in horror, feet bared in its blood and leaves her to be
as her back slaps on to the wall sending her a chilling swept
breath as she stares on to the door as closed and left alone.
������� His eyes fire back on to him from off hers as he stares
in to the blood soaking flesh of the women they tending their
being to from on the bed. She pushes him back, gripping her claws
in to his chest, lifting Amy's heart of with the other then bites
in to it as she springs her self up off the bed.
������� "Mmm" She hummed slipping a finger dripping the blood in
thru his lips as he stood up in behind her. They walk on, staring
in to the light shining out from under the washroom door. His
lips lead a pricking path from in his stance in front of the
door, tong seeping the livelily from in behind it then wiped dry
from in the fiery eye as he�scrapped a blooding thriving lust on
to her cheek. Together they look down on to the light as it
shimmers from of their feet, sending its light running up along
the legs as the door slowly sprees open.
������� Samantha pleaded, begged, and swallowed for mercy from in
its depths as the blood soaked terror denied her every breath.
She shook, her flesh slapping in to the wall, nails pricked, her
feet stiffed in to a pasting blood leaving her last sight of a
life in to the rip of fangs from off that half-chewed heart,
pierced in claws from in that one hand that held it up for her to
������� A kiss could have awaken him, those firing eyes that lit
from in his irresistible soul, yet his soul falls from out of a
hold and under a stench as the suns shines bright around it. His
eyes; a lift, the soul he's possessing has now come in means from
in the air of a that death, its stench and the sight of him from
in it passed out as it leaves him to a life once again, a grip he
can't claim, only warnings from in the stench as it shines on to
his bed. ������