|Like moths to a flame (standard:horror, 1068 words)|
|Author: Jo Perkins||Added: Mar 13 2002||Views/Reads: 2149/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|You might think twice about letting crashers into your next party.|
The moon rose full and bright in the late october sky, lending an eerie glow to the halloween landscape as kids of all ages raced from house to house, the flickering grins of jack o lanterns lighting the way. Happy screams and laughter drifted on the warm october air as a dark red van cruised down seemingly endless shadowy streets. with a squeal of tires it finally came to rest in front of a brightly lit house on the corner. Several Car's lined the drive as music and people came in spurts from the brown front door. Four lithe, black clad shapes tumbled from the vans dark interior to line up in front of the well lit house. they looked like any tight knit group of friends out for a night of fun and mischief on halloween. Only the murderous glint in their eyes gave any hint of their true intent. With a cruel smile their leader crooked his black nailed finger, moving them as one towards the front door. Bitter tears of betrayal streaked amy's pale face as music and laughter drifted through the open door of the dark kitchen. It as the perfect night to have a party yet something seemed to be missing and she had found herself alone in the kitchen, nursing her broken heart with a bottle of jack. No one came to check on her which felt almost as bad as the ache deep within her heart. The least someone could have done was ask her to dance. From her place near the food laden table she could see both the brightly lit living room and the huge orange moon that hung low and bloated over the dark treetops. It was a lovers moon but there would be no lovers for her. Wetting her lips on the bottle of jack she watched helplessly as a glimpse of brightly colored fabric and a smear of dark lipstick on a pale round face appeared in the open doorway. They didn't even realize she was there or didn't care. Hot raging anger rose up in her tight chest as she watched them fall heavily against the wall, groping and kissing like two long lost lovers. Fresh tears tracked down her wet cheeks, staining the fabric of her costume. She hated them at that moment. Hated herself even more for caring so much but love was a blind needing animal that left you crushed and bleeding in its wake. Not for the first time that night her tortured thoughts turned to the razor she kept hidden in the back of her dresser. How easy it would be to just get drunk, take a few pills and slit your wrists. Who would care besides a few scattered friends and teachers. The strike of a match brought her out of her thoughts, Pulling her back into the now as she caught sight of a shadowy face half hidden by a sheaf of inky hair. Her breath caught in her throat as a pair of glittering green eyes fixed on her tear stained face. You don't want to go in there. He said, laughing softly as she turned her head towards the safety of light and noise just beyond the tiny kitchen. It's not going to be pretty. She was off the stool and halfway across the room before his soft voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Do you really want to watch your friends slaughtered? He was behind her now, strong hands caressing her hair and nape of her neck. Something in the way he spoke kept her in place but the questions that raced though her head would not be so easily swayed. Who are you? She whispered. Your dreams. He Awnsered back as silken lips brushed her ear,sending tiny shivers skittering down her back. Heat rising up in her groin at the feel of those lips. Your pain and their ignorance brought me to you. Your need was like a beacon, calling me. His strong cool fingers pushed the tangled mass of her hair away, drawing a soft mummer of pleasure from her now parted lips. His black clad arm slid around her tiny waist, pulling her hard against him. His silken lips danced over the sensitive skin of her bare throat As the first pain driven screams rose up, muffled only by the pounding strains of Closer. It has begun he purred as his cool fingers stroked bare skin. Do you still want to join them? A dark splatter of blood hit the brightly painted wall of the living room. A costumed body falling heavily into the threshold of the dark kitchen. Her shocked blue eyes could not seem to tear away from that pale round face or the blood that seeped to melt into the carpeting. Let me taste you. He whispered. His voice husky with longing and need. Helpless to do otherwise she leaned back, melting into his embrace, heart shaped face tilting up to seek out those soft silken lips. She wanted to drown in the pools of his bright green gaze. Her body ached with a fresh longing. A longing to feel the sweet caress of his cool hands against her the curves of her heated body. The softest of sighs escaped his perfect lips as he gazed down at the pale still form on the bed in front of him. This was the part he hated most. The leaving. It tugged at his soul and left him sleepless for nights to come. Behind him the first flickers of light began to dance on the shadowy wall. Why do you always morn an empty vessel? A black nailed hand closed gently over his shoulder as the press of bloodstained lips met his smooth cheek. Turned away before he could speak the boy wiped at his tear streaked face,Taking comfort from the strong embrace of his companion. Did she not find some comfort in your arms? Warm lips kissed away the tears,Letting him know that perhaps someday it wouldn't be like this. Come,we have miles to go. Sated and ready for new adventures the foursome stumbled out of the now burning house, staggering over the lawn to the van. with arms around shoulders and sharp toothed smiles they got back in to the van. Life for them was good. Another broken heart awaited and another party beckoned, drawing them ever onward. Tweet
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