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Date Posted: 21:14:18 03/28/01 Wed
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It was another one of those fucked up nights, one of those nights I couldn't find my way out of my fucking head.
I remember listening to the song "Catacomb". It seemed to fit my mood perfectly. It wasn't that I hated this morose maze I found myself in all too often, it was so familiar it was comfortable.
TV sucked and the room had become way too small so I took off walking. I like it when I don't give a rat's ass. Nobody ever fucks with you then.
2nd street wasn't very crowded tonight. It never was in the middle of the week and it was after midnight. The only ones left were hardcore drunks and homeless people. I thought maybe I'd walk up the hill a mile or so, It was a lot seedier there and there were always a couple after hours, underground clubs with some perversion or another going on. I was sure I could pick up a piece of ass or at the very least some psycho sex addicts would be struttin their fetishes. That was usually good for a laugh.
I walked right past all the bars where you could hear George Strait, Nine-Inch Nails or some Classic Rock bullshit through the propped open door where inevitably some fat guy with a bad tattoo and a cigarette stood hoping he'd get a chance to bounce some hapless drunk tonight.
The foot traffic had thinned out to nonexistent except for the occasional drunk passed out against the wrought iron that adorned all the storefronts. I wasn't sure where I was going so I just let intuition take over. Oblivious to my surroundings I was lead down a few alleyways and filthy streets lined by deserted warehouses.
The name Furel was echoing through my head like one of those "television commercial" ditties you can't get out of your mind. I wasn't sure what it meant but I was pretty sure it had something to do with me. Somehow it was me, a name I carried for some purpose, something other than this piece of shit life I was living now.
Up a block or so ahead I noticed a long black limo, 3-4 chicks in their best night life attire and some big guy with a wide brimmed leather hat and full length duster got out and went down the stairs along side an old brick warehouse. One bare bulb under an hourglass shaped metal hood was the only thing lighting the stairwell. No signs, No evidence the club existed except music against the otherwise silent streets. I was certain this is where I was supposed to be tonight. I made my way down the dim stairs and through a heavy wooden door. The place had a stench of rancid beer, decaying urbania and pot. Typical!
I made my way down the long sloping ramp that led from the door all along one wall and down into the cavernous room. An electrical charge that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end gave me a heightened awareness. I had to fight back the urge to flee. I somehow convinced myself I was safe here. I was in my element.
The only light was a few dim wall sconces, small candles on each table and one bright par that shown down on a woman who garnered everyone's
attention in the center of the room. I didn't take much notice but I knew I would soon enough.
The dark shapes that occupied the tables reminded me of gargoyles the way they just lurked, glaring blankly at the spectacle. I pulled a joint from my shirt pocket and torched it up. "Might has well get a good buzz on".
I don't recall asking for a drink but I soon had a tall glass of iced gin in my hand, I love the way gin glows an eerie blue under the black lights, like some nuclear waste or magical potion. The greatest thing about gin was how you never feel drunk. Gin is more like a hallucinogenic than anything else.
I turned around and leaned against the bar... and there she was. The one par lamp like a spotlight, she dominated the room. She could dominate any room anywhere with her beauty. Dark hair, dark, dark eyes, a smile that could drain the blood from you, captivating... small breasts, snake hips, willowy limbs. She flowed, each movement like the ripple on a pond. I was instantly mesmerized. The music seemed to emanate from inside her soulless being. There was a great emptiness, a vastness to her eyes, to her heart. Containing everything, containing nothing. Like peering into a great chasm. And a hunger that could swallow us all with just a whim. No one spoke, no one moved, she was the feline that would pounce at the slightest stir.
Maybe I had met my match, found my equal, I would call her my soul mate but that would require at least one soul between us. We'd both abandoned our souls ages ago.
In my mind I asked her name, immediately the response came back, "Deni". I felt like I should have known. "I knew you would be here my sweet
Furel, it is time again."
Her piercing eyes shot right through me. I felt a smile cross my lips and a slight rise in my crotch. The anticipation started to build...
With that she began her dance, ancient and sacred. Centuries fell away. Tens and hundreds all at once. The cavernous room took on the shape of an icy cave, a subterranean hell that burned with bitter cold. I knew I belonged.
The lights that hung on the wall were now oil torches with a thick black smoke that rose from a small opening in the roof. The countless hulking shapes were now demons, contorted and grotesque. The glass of gin was transformed into a thick grainy mead in a black chalice. I put the vessel to my lips and tasted. It was sweet, sweet like death, scarlet blood, hot anguish, perfect. Perfect like the lithe body of Deni who now stood naked in the center of the chamber, the center of attention.
A young woman stepped from the mass of evil that surrounded Deni. She couldn't have been more than 15-16 years old. Not fully developed. She was slight and slender, skin black as the starless night. Her head shaved. Her arms and hands flowing about her with the rhythm of the music. Deni took both of her hands and they swayed together to the un-embodied music's increasing volume. They swayed like the long grass under a gentle breeze.
I knew the young girl was giving up her life, giving it up to eternity, giving it to Deni so she could go on living forever. I licked my lips as I watched their bodies moving as if one. Like the leaves of a tree that filled a forest with motion or a ripple on the surface of a mirrored pond. Suddenly there was a long dagger in Deni's raised hand and in another movement a beating heart in the other hand. The young fragile body fell lifeless to her serpent feet as Deni consumed the life-giving organ, not letting one drop of the precious blood touch the floor. The young body was dragged from the altar by some unseen shadow. A frenzy ensued. The horde of evil onlookers ripped the cadaver to shreds and devoured it.
None of this seemed extraordinary to me, It was like I'd seen it countless times or at least come to expect it. Immortality has its price and there are many who are willing to offer themselves for immortalities sake.
Now it was my turn, the reason I'd been brought here. I was to consummate the marriage, the re-birth, the cycle. I was stud to the evil queen. The tides swelled in me, drawn by the moon, the alignment of the stars, The ageless Deni and her lust, her pangs for fulfillment. I cupped the chalice in my two hands and drained the bitter liquid from the blackened goblet. A fire burned down my throat and molten lava pulsed through my veins.
I heard her voice echoing through my head, "Take me Furel, Take me now"...
I placed my hands on her hips and knelt before her, her skin burned with a bitter cold. She fluidly raised one leg and laid it across my back. I touched her belly with my tongue. The pain that shot through me was incredible. I was tasting hell, I traced a line to her mound and kissed her there. The aroma was both putrid and wonderful at the same time. She hissed like a serpent as my tongue penetrated her. Slowly at first I tasted her, touched her, teased her clitoris... she began to gyrate with the slow rhythm of my tongue, rotating, undulating. I let her determine the pace. I could feel her body tremble, the convulsion building deep inside her, finding its way to the surface and she suddenly lurched with a loud moan. The room shook under the power of her orgasm.
I stood now and laid her back gently. Her tongue lashed at my face as she tried to kiss me. Her wild eyes glowed red like a volcano. I positioned myself between her legs as she squirmed and tugged at me. I waited for a moment. This was by far the most beautiful woman to ever live, the most dangerous woman. The sorrow of ten thousand years, the passion of any one moment, an emptiness that could never be filled and a power that would never be subdued, and in one long powerful stroke I entered her. Oh god it was glorious, her feet locked into my back pulling me into her. Her long fingernails digging into my shoulders. She bit my lip so hard. I felt my hot blood gush into her mouth. Her lust was insatiable.
She flailed wildly as I pounded her with one deliberate stroke after another, what I hoped would be a calculated control was instantly a euphoric frenzy. I held control best I could. Her body, twisting and contorted, awash in orgasm. My blood spilled down onto her breasts from my torn lip and punctured shoulders. Her moaning had become a deafening scream and I let myself go. My hot masculinity spewed into the depths of her womb.
All around was chaos, the demons whirled out of control, screaming, ripping and shredding at each other. Deni was lost. Her eyes rolled back and every muscle of her trembling body clenched in rapture. The torch light flashed wild shapes dancing across the walls. I collapsed, spent and breathless onto her icy torso. That's when I lost consciousness.
My next memory was a black alleyway on my way back down the hill. I could make my way in my sleep. I tried desperately to hold onto the vision before it faded like a dream but I knew it was just a matter of time. It would escape me before I made it back home. It always did. I know I could never settle for anything less than Deni. She is my eternal mate and I will wait patiently until the next time she calls.
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