Sweet Vice

My veins are pulsing blue liquid. My red painted lips are dripping with rain. I watch him from the alley as he walks across the road. He clings to the hook handle on his black umbrella, and his face is nearly absent to me. His right foot steps onto the curb. And I get faint seeing him come closer. Sick with pleasure for what I have planned. Like a cat, I lurk. Awaiting my banquet.

The numbness in my hands make me clench them into fists repeatedly. I want to hear him feel. Make him feel. What I feel. I am not of this world, and I don't ever want to be. I need my fix. His flesh. Our screams.

I shake my head to get the excess water off my razored layers. His converse have been replaced by black suede looking dress shoes today. And I watch and notice all of him, his white shirt with some buttons undone, his dark jeans, papers bent, not folded, and held loosely in his other hand. I see it all...except his face.

The street lights pop on and I turn my head quickly to avoid seeing them best I can. I take a few steps back and set my palms and left cheek against the sopping brick building. I've waited far too long for this. He will feel my agony, my lust, my sickness, my heart beat. He will...

I notice him.

"Come with me!" I grab his wrist so as if not to be forceful, though I will force if needed. And I don't want to make him drop his papers. I pull him off the sidewalk and into the dark. My dark.

He is not the slightest bit surprised. He raises his umbrella and curves his lips up slightly. His light eyes look so dark. "What is the matter dear? You look restless." His voice makes me feel my hunger even more. He looks straight into my eyes and I feel like my plans for tonight were already etched in our fates. I start to lose any composure that is left in my being.

"Cal, I need you, now." I Stare down at my 50's style teal heels. My tone was clear enough. He says nothing and nods looking forward into the dark.

We walk quietly and calmly side by side.

"Umbrella?" He arranges it so it covers us both.


"No." I say lucidly, and step aside


My insides are starting to burn. I feel my lungs melting. The crisp air is blowing the rain right into our faces. The sting of the drops break me. Straining normality I step in front of him. He holds both hands out and drops the umbrella, then the papers. The sky is all that lights us.


I turn carnal. Sweetly vicious. I grab his wrists knowing he can stop me. Knowing he wont. I slam them against the brick and his body follows. My timid appearance is cursed. It's really a lovely curse. I think.


I want to make this last.


My lips quiver, but my actions remain fierce. I let go of his hands and place mine on his chest. I want him exposed and alive. I tear his shirt open, making sure it stays on him. I scrape my nails down his cheeks and neck. He stares at me, giving himself up to my hunger, for it feeds him too.


My hand grasps his nape and the other grabs the waist of his pants. I can't contain it. It's creeping underneath my skin. I taste his lips and neck. But I find myself holding back from what I want. What I need.


"Show me." He says.


I pause.


"Show me what lives inside of you. Lay it, on me. Purge your every emotion. Right here. Now."

So I turn my tastes into bites. Ones of rage and shame; confidence, and hate. His bottom lip bleeds and my fingers trace it's path. Down his chin, onto his shirt. His white shirt, now soaked with cold rain and watered down blood. Now, I am ready.

"You too." I say tensing my jaw.

He grabs my waist and trades places with me. I tear him apart. He grazes over my skin with bloodied hands. He pulls my thigh up next to his side. I lick the scarlet from his neck. I feel. I can breathe. I laugh with sinister joy and look up to the sky.

I put my hands up the back of his shirt. And wrap my arms tightly around him. I feel his flesh under my nails. I want to mark that, too. His face lingers next to my neck. He inhales my scent. I rip open his skin, and he exhales with noise. A noise of love and anguish.

We continue and go deeper into the night and into each other. He is here with me, in my dark.

My body starts to feel free again, simple. I kneel down and let the rain pour over me. Cleanse me. He does the same. His arm raises slowly, and he places it on my back.

"Is it gone now?" He moves my hair from my face and softly touches my skin.

"You know it never is, Cal." I can't look at him anymore. I am scared. I am lost.

"Then we will greet it. Every time it comes. Every night we need to. We will reign over the dark. We will never let it reign over us." He stands up and grabs his umbrella.

I pull myself together and scramble to pick up his sopped papers, in assumption they are important.

"Don't worry dear." He motions me to him.

"But--"

"They are blank." I look at him confused.

"They will leave our presence here. This night doesn't need paper. It is written in blood. And that is how it shall stay."

We are closer to the street now. The light is entering my vision more and more.

"See you in the dark." I said.

"Indeed." He replied.

And we go our separate ways.