|Inhale (standard:horror, 1109 words)|
|Author: kissofthehungry||Added: Sep 19 2005||Views/Reads: 1796/1323||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Being bored in a small town is a dangerous game, even more so when Debra hooks up with Irene and Michael, two of the most beautiful people she's ever laid eyes upon. Their beauty hides a deadly power that threatens everything she knows.|
Ryan cried out helplessly from the other end of the tunnel, "Don't breathe it in Debra, don't inhale!" His voice seemed miles away, the earth between them swallowing his voice. Irene stood in front of her, the dark blue eyes that had once seemed so friendly now filled with a terrifying hunger. As she blew a fine powder from her fingertips into Debra's face and she couldn't help but breathe it in, she thought of when she had first laid eyes on Irene and Michael. It had been another boring day at Denny's, the usual people dining and ordering the same thing. She's been a waitress for only three months and yet it seemed as if she had spent her whole life there. It didn't look like she'd ever be leaving either as she wasn't making enough to pay for college like she had hoped. Outside the summer sun threatened to cook the pavement and anything that dared to set foot upon it. She felt like a robot, going through the motions but not really feeling them or caring for them. Mr. Henry, the owner of the lumber store down the road, smiled at her, batting his droopy eyelids at her. Every day he came in and attempted to flirt with her, as if she would ever give a man old, enough to be her father, the time of the day. However, she would flirt back and be tipped generously and today wasn't any different. She grinned back and asked him about the shop, the words automatically pouring from her lips. The bell at the door tinkled and she didn't even look up, just someone else to take care of. She was vaguely aware of Carolyn taking the new customers to a table in her section and she made a mental note, someone else to subject her humor too. When she got done with Mr. Henry, she turned around and stopped, two of the most stunning people she had ever laid eyes on were sitting at her table, quietly talking to each other. The woman had dark brown hair twisted into a bun with pearls in it on the back of her head, dark blue eyes, and perfect skin, not a single blemish. Her breasts were perfect beneath a tight blue t-shirt that had black lips upon it. The man had dark red hair, soft gray eyes, an attractive smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, and the most kissable lips she'd ever seen. His muscular body was barely hidden beneath the black t-shirt he wore. Their incredible good looks made her self concious of her greasy blonde hair thrown in a two second pony tail and of the acne scars scattered here and there across her face. Why did they have to come in during the slow hour when there was no one but her to take care of them? It wasn't fair and she hurried to the counter to deliver the order she had recieved. Her first impression of the two had been that they were a couple, but after she'd found the nerve to get their orders, she had realized there was no way. There was something between them that said distinctly they were not together as lovers, maybe friends or even siblings, though she doubted that. The girl's voice was warm and throaty, inviting even while the guy's voice had been kind of cold yet still sexy. After taking their orders, for the rest of their time there, she was watching them out of the corner of her eye, undeniably drawn to them. When they got up to pay for their meal, Carolyn was on her break, so quickly, Debra hurried up and took their reciept, not looking them in the eyes. She was intimidated, almost frightened by such beauty and felt that she was unworthy to look directly upon them. That was when the girl spoke after eyeing her nametag, "Hey Debra, we're staying here for a while, visiting some family and are bored out of our bloody minds. Do you know of anything to do?" "Um," she stammered, "No, not really. My friends, the Washers, are having a party tonight but they don't know you and uh..." She let the sentence fall off, what had she been planning on saying? It was just as if the words had tumbled out of her mouth without her thinking connected to it. She hadn't even planned on going to the party, the Washer brothers, Jack and Steven, were sexist pigs whose parties were about, sex, drugs, and booze. "Well, do you mind us tagging along? I know it's rude to invite ourselves, but I'm going crazy not doing anything. My friend here, Click here to read the rest of this story (37 more lines)
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