Showing posts with label Dark. Show all posts
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The Divorce

"Fuck me!" She screamed, desperation thick in her voice. Cold eyes stared at her, silent and disapproving.

By now, the neighbors would be awake. They would know that Sherry and Dave had their final fight. Word would spread before the sun rose and the entire block would know that Dave had finally filed for divorce and broke the news to Sherry.

"You bastard!" She wailed, "You can't ignore me! I gave you three beautiful children! I let you have your whore! But this?"

Ears would be turned toward open windows while coffee warmed hands on the cool November morning. Though no one could truly hear it, each of the eavesdroppers would imagine the rustling of papers waving in the air.

"Goddamnit!" Sherry screeched, "Why her? What does she have that I don't?" Dave continued to remain silent.

Divorce happened all the time on the sleepy little cul-de-sac, but no one would ever have suspected the Coopers. They projected marital bliss with the perfect All-American family. That is, until this morning; their seemingly crisp and clean laundry was quickly being shown just as soiled as the rest of the neighbors'.

"Fuck me!" Sherry's voice shook, tears shredding holes in her once solid tone. "Bend me over the table! Right here, like you used to! Please!" Her screaming faltered to begging. She dropped the divorce papers as she fell to her knees, her manicured nails fumbling with the buckle on his belt, "Just let me suck your cock and prove to you I'm the one you want!"

Dave backed away, "Pull yourself together, Sherry. It's over between us; has been for awhile." He turned and lifted his keys off the hook by the front door, "I have to get to work. We can discuss my moving out tonight."

The neighbors would pretend nothing was wrong, smile and raise a coffee mug in greeting as Dave walked to his car in the driveway. Everyone would go about their normal routines, just business as usual, the same way they played ignorant of every other domestic dispute on the block. Or, they would, if the morning's events had stayed at a mere wailing from a soon to be ex-wife desperate for her husband's attention. This morning, however, they gathered on their porches, their steaming coffee painting trails in the air as they stood, dressed in robes, watching the red and blue lights strobe in the early dawn hour.

As Dave opened the door, Sherry did something she only ever thought a nightmarish fantasy: she pulled open the hidden drawer in the entry's catch-all table, wrapped her fingers around the cold steel of a Colt .45, and lunged up off her knees.

"You fucking bastard!" she screamed in a final battle cry, and let loose her pent up rage at being the legal wife, but always his second choice. Six solid shots sank deep in his back. 

An Angry Caress

I can feel your hand now,
The back of your fingers softly gliding down my cheek,
The heat of your anger radiating into my skin,
Fueling the fire burning beneath the surface:
Evidence of my shame brought forth.

Your hand travels a small trail but time stands still.
Your knuckles rake gently and my eyes flutter closed,
Anticipation boils under the shame...

Halfway now, I feel the tension bubble through your hand -
- A whimper threatens to tear out my throat -
Will you clench my chin? Will your palm grasp my hair?
Or will there be a bruise I need to cover come morning?

Your whore kneels before you, frozen in time,
A dirty slut reveling in your touch,
Waiting...

The back of your hand draws closer to the end of its short journey -
- A sob sears through my chest, begging for release -
The pain is imminent, I know,
I await the dreadful pleasure with baited breath.

A single tear flows in the wake of your hand,
Tracing the dead space and cooling the flame you leave;
I count the milliseconds until your touch disappears...

You will be rough and I hope for nothing less,
But just once I wish I knew why:
What injustice have I caused to deserve this punishment?

A Love Stained Letter

To the love of my life,

It has been years and yet it only seems days. I have loved you from the beginning, when your hand first grasped mine, and we walked along the river's edge. It was perfection born on my grandfather's farm. How readily I would have given myself to you had you but asked!

It took you awhile, but you finally did. When I slipped my chaperon, met you at the clearing near the stream, my heart soared. Our arms entwined, our lips locked, and I had my first taste of sweet passionate love. In my dreams at night, I return to that clearing; I can still feel the grass beneath my back, smell the jasmine growing wild, hear the water trickling by, and see the sunlight play across your face....

You stole my heart that day. Oh, I know it could never have lasted, not with the family name to upkeep, but to dream! I remember returning day after day to lay along the water's edge, yearning for you to join me. The delight when you arrived nearly overshadowing the work of your hands, the sweetness of your kisses, the head rush of pure bliss brought forth by your touch.

We parted amiably, though not forever. My engagement drove us apart, but quelled not my desires. Our secret has burned within my soul these long months. I sometimes sit here at my window and gaze at nothing, wishing we could be together again.

As I write this letter, I cry. Tomorrow I am to marry Richard, but there is no room in my heart for him. He will find out soon enough, and I pray that you are safe. As a final gift before I wed, I offer you my heart, the same that you unwittingly stole when we were but foolish girls dancing in the field. Do with it as you see fit while I attempt to build a life as Mrs. Whitmore and fill my empty chest with memories of marriage.

Forever Your Beloved Jewel,
Julia


On the day of her wedding, Julia's maid of honor made the gruesome discovery. Slumped over her writing desk, the bride-to-be, in a snow white sleeping gown, clutched the blooded dagger she had used to cut out her heart. The police declared her death a suicide, though no one could explain how she had managed to package her pulsing organ into a gift box. The tag on the box held no name of the intended recipient, so Julia's groom never knew that his beloved's heart belonged to his sister.

Sanguine Sins

Welcome to Sanguine Sins
Where the wealthy come to feast alongside Vampires.


"Welcome, welcome! How many?"

"Two, please."

"Smoking or non?"

"Non-smoking, please."

"Will you be needing a drip-mat, sir?"

"Uh..." He faltered.

Mortal, damn. Keep smiling! Damn it, Sheila!

"I take that as a no, then." I managed to keep my voice cheerful, my pearly whites gleaming in the false sunlight filtering through the LCD 'windows'. "Follow me, sir, madame."

I led the couple down the short hallway to the dining area. I hate serving mortals, they hardly tipped worth a damn. The immortal Vampires, however....

"Here we are, a table for two. I do apologize, we are short staffed today, so I will be your waitress. My name is Sheila. Have you been here before?"

His voice was rough, but I suspected he was playing cool and attempting to be suave; I had become accustomed to the deep flow of the Vampire and his negative response grated on my nerves.

"Well, let me again welcome you! If you don't mind me saying so, we love nipping Sanguine cherries, the blood flows quite nicely," I mewled. I gave my deadly grin, flashing false, overly large canine teeth. Completely politically incorrect, but demanded by management. The pair shuddered. Anticipation or fear? Or both?

I handed the couple the simple, single page menu. He immediately lowered his head while she tentatively grasped the laminated paper with perfectly manicured hands and demurely kept her eyes hidden underneath thick black lashes.

"We have several items that are strictly Vampire only and require ID to order; think of it as our blood law to the national alcohol law. These are marked clearly with a red double-s. All of our steaks are fresh, no animals are killed the day before. We are a meat specialty, so we have limited salad options. We are quite proud of our wine, brewed in house. Have either of you been on our tour?"

"We decided we would try the food before we paid for the two hour tour." Ah, tourists. This is just getting better, isn't it?

"Well, you won't be disappointed! All items can be cooked to order and are as fresh as possible. Take your receipt from your meal when you purchase your tour and you will have the dinner total subtracted from your entire ticket price. The tour may be two hours, but when you finish, you will feel as if it wasn't long enough. You will get a full tour of the facility and will see some of the vineyards and pastures sitting on the five-hundred acres behind the restaurant." I paused. I refrained from mentioning the type of livestock kept on the property. "Now, I will take your drink orders and give you a few minutes to look over the menu. What may I get for you?"

I pulled out my notepad and jotted down two a glasses of water. Maybe I would get lucky and get to serve the wine?

I backed away with the smile still plastered to my face. Once in the kitchen, however, my face melted into a hard grimace. I glanced at the clock; it was well after nine o'clock. The regulars will be arriving soon, I thought. Pure joy bubbled up from deep within, the smile that accompanied me back to the dining area was real this time. I delivered the water and excused myself after receiving a quiet reply requesting a few more moments with the menu.

I felt him before I saw him; his stares always felt like a lover's caress down my spine. I turned toward the main entrance and met his deep obsidian pools of lust and blushed deeply. No matter how many times I served him, Alejandro continued to elicit the same reaction. I led him to a quiet corner booth with a double 'window' view overlooking a bluff and the ocean, a perfect summer day glimmered on the screens.

"Sheila, when will you let me bite that pretty little neck of yours?" His voice was honey dripped along my neck and down my chest. I ached to have him lick it off, but that was what he intended me to feel. I still enjoyed it and gave him the dreamy look he deserved.

"Mmm...Alejandro, you will be my undoing! Please, let me work!" I blushed again. Would I get fired if I let him nip, just once? "Now, behave, or I will have to get Margot to take your order!" I returned his playfulness, my threat empty and void of any harsh undertones.

He feigned a chest wound, "Ah, no! Not Margot! She would stake me just as soon serve me!" I couldn't help but to giggle.

"Now, now, no dramatics. You'll frighten the new guests and then where would you eat your breakfast?" I handed him the same menu I had handed the couple and cleared my throat. "In addition to the menu, we have a new shipment of Unrequited Love, Newly Wedded Bliss, Widow In Mourning, and for those who like the tougher game, we even have a small collection of Heartless Shrew. Shall I start you off with your usual O-negative?"

Alejandro groaned, a seductive sound that slithered down my spine. "I think I will have the O-negative, yes. Top shelf, yes? As for the new items, the Newly Wedded Bliss is served with both steaks, correct?"

"Yes, it is a double serving with extra blood-sauce and your choice of two sides. Would you like to order the Newly Wedded Bliss or do you need a few minutes to decide?" I bit my lip at the look he tossed me. "Right, I'll be right back with your blood, sir -" I faltered, "- Alejandro." Get a GRIP, Sheila!

With shaking legs and weak knees, I walked back to the tourist couple. In a daze, I answered questions about the steaks and the sauces. For humans, the answers were always disappointing: no, it is simply beef steak; no, it is just a red-wine sauce; yes, the Vampires really drink blood-wine, but they eat the same steaks the mortals do. If they only knew... I thought to myself as I wrote down a Fang Bender Bites appetizer and two medium-rare Lover's Hearts. Really, though, the appetizer was nothing more than lamb stuffed mushrooms and the main courses just two medallions of Filet Mignon. I ran their order to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of §On, the house blended O-negative red wine, for Alejandro and a bottle of §hiraz, the house Shiraz, for the mortals.

I poured for the couple and left them to their quiet discussion. Alejandro watched, as did every other vampire in the dining area; tourists were not rare, but every first time visitor was an appetizing temptation for the regulars. I popped the cork on his bottle and began to pour his glass before I realized he had been watching me and not the customers. I blushed.

"You are more beautiful when you redden. Also, more delectable and irresistible. You look so tender and perfect, you should be served up to kings." My blush deepened, a retort at the ready, but I held my tongue. It would not do to provoke playful banter with blood-wine uncorked; bad things could happen, even with centuries old vampires like Alejandro.

I waited until he tasted the wine and nodded his approval before taking his order.

"The Newly Wedded bliss is too tempting an offer to refuse. If it is available, an O-negative pair to compliment the wine? If not, I will take the best available." His hungry eyes bored through my chest to my own heart and listened to the blood pump through my veins. I felt as if I were on fire.

"One of these days, Alejandro, you will find someone who will abhor your need to taunt young waitresses." I tried to keep my voice level, but I knew he heard the heated passion seeping into my words. Breathe. In. Out. Don't look so eager!

"I will just as soon find that person as someone who will share my desire," he whispered, fangs glistening in the 'window' light. I shook my head, still smiling, as I walked back to the kitchen.



Under staffed. How could I forget? Stupid me. The two runners were not enough for an entire restaurant full of vampires and I found myself walking down to the basement to retrieve the hearts for Alejandro's meal. This was the part of the facility the tourists never saw, and with good reason. I passed a door labeled Lover's Quarrel Heartache and the door opposite it, Puppy Love. The hallways behind each were dark; we were out of both and they had been stricken from the menu that morning. The hallway stretched quite far, dozens upon dozens of doors leading down more hallways, all just the same, some empty and dark, some packed and full of various sounds. The sterile hospital white walls contrasted with the brick facade in the dining area. Up there, it felt like a true upscale restaurant while down here felt like a hospital prison ward. I shivered.

About halfway down the main hall, I found the hallway for which I was looking: Newly Wedded Bliss. I pulled the key out of my pocket and opened the thick steel door. A new corridor opened up before me, new doors to search. These doors were labeled with blood types in varying combinations. It took five minutes to locate a double O-negative. I glanced through the peephole and saw light. It was Alejandro's lucky night, we had his order. I reached to the control pad and entered my passcode and the door swung silently open. I took a deep breath and reminded myself They are just cattle. Don't get emotional, keep a blank face.

I walked into a room with a couple entangled in a king-size bed, completely nude. Oh...my... I tilted my head and watched as he penetrated her over and over and listened to the wet sounds of their love making intermingled with her moans of pleasure. I could not look away, even knowing their fate. Memory of Alejandro's mind tricks in the dining area flushed my skin as I watched the couple and I could not help but get aroused. Sheila! No! They are cattle, just cattle, not something to envy or get worked up over!

I took a shuddering breath and released it slowly. I stepped back through the door and pushed the call-button on the control pad for the butcher. I also pushed the 'rush' button, indicating their climax was imminent. Hearts must be harvested at the peak of release for the best steak to be served. Vampires can tell and as a high-end restaurant, our name was on the line with every meal served.

I walked back into the room and leaned my back against the wall next to the door. Sheila...this is not a good idea...get back in the hall! Don't... I berated myself, even as I let my hand travel underneath my skirt. Sheila, this is how you end up on the menu! I had lost control and was pumping myself higher and higher wishing I could join in.

That is how the butcher found me. I stared, glass eyed, as he entered and slit the throats of the couple as they climaxed together. I had not yet reached climax, but could not stop. He set up the pump and removed their blood as he carved their chests for the still beating hearts. His expert hands caressed every body part as he butchered them for the mortal steaks and the slow-cooked rib dinners. My fingers glided in and out in time with his knives.

Then my breath caught. He turned with lightning speed and our eyes met. I whimpered, jaw trembling, pleading with him through my eyes. His grim visage gave way to a sneer. Still bloodied from the couple, his fingers pushed aside his vinyl apron and unbuttoned his jeans. A distended cock sprang forth, hard and ready.

"You like that?" He huffed. "You like watching the blood spurt and the life leave?" I could only whimper again. His blooded hand stroked his cock as he approached. "A little devil, eh?" His coarse voice rubbed my skin like sandpaper. He closed the distance and pinned my body, stilling my fingers.

No! Not this! Sheila! What have you done? I bucked my hips the best that I could, mashing my hand to his groin. He pulled my hand free and clasped both of mine above my head. He dipped and entered me all at once, tearing a delighted shriek from my lips. My head swam as his free hand clamped on my throat. That was my undoing. I came harder than ever before.

Then I felt the blade, swift, cold, and nothing more.




A runner delivered Alejandro's meal. A note, matching Sheila's handwriting, was tucked under a lidded plate:
Alejandro,
Your offers were too great to refuse. Please accept my offering in return.
~Sheila
He lifted the lid to find the Snuff Lover's Dream, a non-menu dessert item consisting of heart smothered in sweet blood-sauce.

In The Wake Of His Love

Thrown to the ground,
All sanity has fled,
Accusations spill forth,
Excuses fly through his mind:
She deserves every hit,
Asked for every kick.
Black and blue she trembles,
Huddled tight as her body will allow;
His touch on her skin is rough,
Grasping and pulling in anger,
Cloth rips in shreds,
A ruined and dirty pile.
Pinned to the floor,
Inescapable in his hold,
Tears stream down hot and bitter,
Emotions peak with his release.
Tossed out like the day's garbage,
Her body convulses in the wake of his love.

Her Shrill Voice

His hands wrapped her throat as he tried to silence her voice echoing through his head. She was so lovely and beautiful, but her voice! Her shrill voice constantly reprimanding his every move, denouncing his every decision! Tonight was the last he would hear from her! Twisted and entwined in their broken love-making, she had demanded a slight change to their position, told him she needed him deeper, harder, he was not filling her completely. All in her prim and proper high pitch voice! His mind broke and he jerked as if struck by a whip. Above her wriggling body, still buried deep inside her, his hands squeezed tighter and tighter. Annoyance more than fear registered in her eyes and drove him deeper into madness. His only thought was to silence the voice in his head, shush her controlling demands. Her body protested the lack of oxygen and writhed beneath him as he continued subconsciously to pump in and out of her, the primal desire to fully dominate his captive strong. His ragged breath met her strangled whimper, each in time with his deeply penetrating thrust and her body's natural spastic retaliation. It was mere moments, but an eternity seemed to pass as the two bodies bucked wildly into each other, anchored by his lethal grasp on her delicate neck. Then the world froze - a violent climax shattered through him, his body tensed with release, his hands clamped firmly around the limp form beneath him. His senses slowly returned as he recovered and stared down at her lifeless and bruised body. She looked as if she were simply asleep with her bloodshot eyes focused in the distance. His mind was quiet, finally silent as he pulled out and cradled her next to him. Such sweet silence...!

Softly, a bare whisper echoed through his head, her haunting voice returned to utter one last question and demanded to know what he would do without her. His cry of rage sang through the night air.

Control

She waited until he was calm and dinner was taken away. How would he react to the news?

Slowly she stood up in front of him. "Honey-bear, I have something to tell you..."

He looked up at her, her usual cheery face was replaced by an unsure visage. "Is it good news or bad?"

"A little of each," she went over it in her mind: on one hand it was wonderful news that could bring the two of them closer together; but on the other it was the worst news in the world - from a financial point of view, at least. "You're going to be a daddy," she whispered.

"WHAT?!" She expected such a reaction. It was a surprise to her, too. But then his face became stone and his voice ice, "You can't have a baby. You don't need a child yet." You? What happened to 'us'? Her thoughts became muffled by his words, "You can't have this baby. Get an abortion. How far along are you? Never mind that, we'll schedule an appointment for the morning." He started for the phone. Before he picked it up, she put her hand sternly on his.

"I will not have an abortion. I'm going to carry this baby to term if I can."

"Then you'll do so without me. You're not ready for a child and neither am I. An abortion would be our best option."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He knew how religious she was and how unethical she believed abortions were. His words were like daggers ripping out her heart. "I will not have an abortion. I will not kill something we made. I will not kill a part of me. I want my child, no matter if it is a boy or girl, to have a father. And it will. Either physically or financially, you will be a part of this baby's future. And you can stop with all the yous. It takes two to tango and when the music played, you danced, too. You're every bit a part of this as I am, so get your act together and take responsibility for what you helped create!"

Her steady voice came easily to her. And her control over her anger was wonderful, too. Those were two things he loved about her. But her demanding him to raise a child he did not want was a slap in the face to him. "If you want that thing, then keep it. You won't get a dime from me. You won't be able to prove it is mine - I won't give a blood sample!"

"I'll sue if I have to. If you leave me, I'll drain you of every last penny you have in your bank account."

He couldn't stand her calmness anymore. He would not stand here and take her demands and threats anymore. Before she said any more, he backhanded her. Caught off guard, she crashed onto the coffee table. Bits of glass cut into her soft, well tanned flesh. Blood spouted out onto the white carpet from her neck. Her right shoulder and arm dislocated and broke as the weight from her nearly lifeless body rolled onto them. Her stomach, still small and hiding the life being created, opened in several places. Her lovely face became disfigured and unrecognizable. Her perfect breasts tore until they were indistinguishable from the rest of her petite body.

Remorse of his actions was the furthest thing from his mind. Satisfaction coursed his veins as he stared down at the finale of the conversation. He would never be forced to do something he did not wish to.

Abuse Addiction

Punch me
I need a hit
I'm addicted to the pain.
It's vicious
I know
But I can't help it.
Kick me
One more time
I need the rush, the high.
Hit me
Knock me down
Throw me toward the bed.
Jump me
Pound me hard
Give me nothing short of Hell.
I cum
As you cum too;
We lie still together.
I cry
You sleep.
Black and blue I wonder
Why this
Painful pleasure
Has this hold on me.