It was his voice which drew me towards him. It was deep, slow and mesmerizing. I was standing in the dark alley where the customers could come and find me. It was a funny business in which open secrets were circulated from time to time. The ones who possessed the information automatically became a part of the cult, protecting his or her companions in the times of need.
He passed by the alley, talking on his phone. His voice was not very loud and I think I would have missed it had he not almost brushed past me. He did not notice my presence and continued to walk on the sidewalk, his head slightly bowed. A sudden impulse overtook me and I begun to follow him. He had a quick pace and I had to take off my heels to match it. He was talking to a close friend, I judged, advising him over some lame emotional matter. I knew from his manner of talking that he was trying his best to appear compassionate but actually found the situation stupid. His free hand was closed around a bottle of beer from which he took an occasional swig. The glass bottle was beautiful as it reflected the street lights we passed.
I could smell him now as I closed the distance between us bravely. He wore a rare cologne and combined with his scent, it was irresistible. I had read somewhere that colognes combine with the body scent to produce a unique combination. I wish I could see him more clearly as we slid between bright lights and shadows.
He turned around suddenly, startling me. His features were drawn together tensely but it did not make him any less attractive. His face was angular, as if chiseled sharply. His eyebrows were placed close together and I realized that he had sensed my presence long ago.
As I gazed into the wary eyes, the consequences of my actions dawned upon me slowly. I was being hunted by the police and had walked out into the open. But I still could not hide the lust from shining through my eyes.
He dropped the now empty beer bottle and it glittered for a moment before bursting into a million green shards. I could see the tiny pinpricks of light bouncing off the curved pieces, almost making them look alive. My ecstasy was again heightened and I felt my lips curve into a smile, disregarding my opponent completely.
Perhaps he noticed the few seconds of change in my expression because he remarked in a slow voice, "Destruction is beautiful, isn't it?"
I was jerked back to him suddenly and I considered his words in my mind. If destroying a mere bottle could be so intoxicating, how would it feel to do this to him? I felt a wave of possessiveness wash over me as I took in his perfect form again. Humanity did not deserve such sinful beauty. It was reserved for the ones like me who could appreciate it in its raw form.
I tilted my head and advanced upon him. He did not move or notice the glint in my eyes. Or perhaps he did. I was too lost to notice as I extended my hand to touch him. He was the same. Tough, harsh and terribly beautiful. I was also the same- crazy and dominant.
To Be Continued
He passed by the alley, talking on his phone. His voice was not very loud and I think I would have missed it had he not almost brushed past me. He did not notice my presence and continued to walk on the sidewalk, his head slightly bowed. A sudden impulse overtook me and I begun to follow him. He had a quick pace and I had to take off my heels to match it. He was talking to a close friend, I judged, advising him over some lame emotional matter. I knew from his manner of talking that he was trying his best to appear compassionate but actually found the situation stupid. His free hand was closed around a bottle of beer from which he took an occasional swig. The glass bottle was beautiful as it reflected the street lights we passed.
I could smell him now as I closed the distance between us bravely. He wore a rare cologne and combined with his scent, it was irresistible. I had read somewhere that colognes combine with the body scent to produce a unique combination. I wish I could see him more clearly as we slid between bright lights and shadows.
He turned around suddenly, startling me. His features were drawn together tensely but it did not make him any less attractive. His face was angular, as if chiseled sharply. His eyebrows were placed close together and I realized that he had sensed my presence long ago.
As I gazed into the wary eyes, the consequences of my actions dawned upon me slowly. I was being hunted by the police and had walked out into the open. But I still could not hide the lust from shining through my eyes.
He dropped the now empty beer bottle and it glittered for a moment before bursting into a million green shards. I could see the tiny pinpricks of light bouncing off the curved pieces, almost making them look alive. My ecstasy was again heightened and I felt my lips curve into a smile, disregarding my opponent completely.
Perhaps he noticed the few seconds of change in my expression because he remarked in a slow voice, "Destruction is beautiful, isn't it?"
I was jerked back to him suddenly and I considered his words in my mind. If destroying a mere bottle could be so intoxicating, how would it feel to do this to him? I felt a wave of possessiveness wash over me as I took in his perfect form again. Humanity did not deserve such sinful beauty. It was reserved for the ones like me who could appreciate it in its raw form.
I tilted my head and advanced upon him. He did not move or notice the glint in my eyes. Or perhaps he did. I was too lost to notice as I extended my hand to touch him. He was the same. Tough, harsh and terribly beautiful. I was also the same- crazy and dominant.
To Be Continued
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