She awoke with a start. The wind was blowing; the rain was cascading against her home. She was sure that the roof would give away under its pressure, and the water would flow freely sweeping her up and taking her into the night and the unknown.
It was dark. The moon was silent. The trees were blowing with a gale force, causing the branches to scrape against her bedroom window. She imagined long, gnarled fingers, scraping upon her window. “Come with me, come to me, and walk towards your destiny.” She pulled her knees up to her chest. She felt a scream build up in her throat, and she choked it back. The sound came out as nothing more than a garbled groan. There was something, or someone, who wanted to come in. She must not give in. She must never give in again.
She shook her head, her dark brown hair, cascading around her shoulders. “It’s just a dream” she said to no on in particular. “It’s just a dream. They can’t touch me here; they don’t know where I am.”
She looked over at the empty pillow beside her. A sadness enveloped her heart. She missed him so. His ever ready smile, his laughter, his acceptance. The warmth of a body, so strong, lying next to her while she slept. The security. The safety. The comfort.
She relaxed and felt him beside her once again. She remembered waking up in times past. She only needed to reach out and touch him and he would be instantly awake, enveloping her in an embrace that warded off all of the imaginary evil in her head. She began to doze.
The memories came fast and furious. The heat, the warmth. The hands running over her body. The promises, the whispers of everlasting love. The passion threatened to overtake her and she let go. She let the feeling run through her. His hands. They were magical. Her breathing became ragged. Her body was restless from unfulfilled passion. The heat was building up and she could only cry out, begging for release.
He laughed gently. “Easy my love, we have all night.” As his mouth came down upon her already taut nipple, she cried out in delight. Her hands ran through his hair, and she tried desperately to move his head up towards her mouth. He captured them, and lifted them up above her head. He leaned down and encircled her navel with his tongue. She moved restlessly under him. Unconsciously, she lifted her hips, grinding against him, making her desire well known.
As his hand cupped her sex, the lightening struck, and lit up the sky. The light poured into the room. She was standing, naked and alone. On top of the bed. Holding a knife. That was dripping blood. The blood of her beloved as he lay, face up, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, with a perpetual look of confusion on his face.
That was the last thing she remembered as the darkness surrounded her, and she slid into black hole that stole her memories, her heart and her soul.
Comments
Holy Shit!!!
What happened next?
Posted by: Sam at October 19, 2005 05:22 PM
Wow... I have just been so yanked around. ;)
Creepy. Sensual. Creepy. Perfect contrasts for young adult fiction.
Posted by: Key at October 19, 2005 05:31 PM
Um, is it hot in here or is it just me. This is great, Moogie. I am freaked out and anxious to read more. That's a sign of a good writer!
Posted by: Heather at October 19, 2005 06:40 PM
Whoever this lady is, remind me not to try monkeying around with her. I mean, even assuming SWMBO wouldn't cut my heart out with a grapefruit spoon.
Posted by: Elisson at October 19, 2005 08:27 PM
excellant sweety, I will make sure that Barbi
reads it also! When do we get the rest of it? :-)
Posted by: Uncle Mikey at October 20, 2005 07:59 AM
.. whoa... excellent twist, Moogie...
Posted by: Eric at October 20, 2005 09:08 AM
Not quite a happy ending (so far?), but I wasn't expecting one, what with the "it was a dark and stormy night" opening.
You established well that the woman is crazy. Now make us sympathize with her and you're on the road to a great story.
Posted by: Texas T-bone at October 20, 2005 10:48 AM
Wow... More....................
Posted by: Gopher at October 20, 2005 04:44 PM
I like it. I like the twist at the end - it makes you want to read more, definitely.
Posted by: Ruth at October 20, 2005 08:06 PM
Ummmm....
Sweetheart?
I Loooooooves You!
Sheeesh!
Posted by: Mr. Moogie at October 24, 2005 08:24 PM