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Date Posted: 16:21:32 07/23/06 Sun
Author: YolandaV (Wicked Giggle)
Subject: The path Into The Light Of Darkness II

“Oh, perhaps it is not me who should be worried; after all I’m the samurai.”

Bill got uncomfortably close, drawing a flirtatious smile at her while he softly brushed
Her black hair back off of her shoulders.
“Well maybe you can protect me then.” Caressing her shoulders.

LeAnna looked straight into his eyes, trying to hide the disgust in her voice. She held his stare for a moment and smiled.

“Hmm, you seem to be a big boy, I think you can protect yourself just fine. There are worst things out there in the dark other then a bunch of punk-ass kids. You know, these sleepy little ocean towns have a lot of ghosts hiding in the fog. You never know when those things that go bump in the night bump into you in the darkness.”

“You don’t believe in all those stories you hear around here, do you?”
She could hear the mockery in his voice.

“Those are just ghost stories, all these little seaport towns has them. You think that’s bad, wait till you hear the Jersey Devil one going around here lately. Some crap about finding bodies drained out of their blood and blaming it on the Jersey Devil. What ever it is, it is great for business. I got families from two towns over coming over to sign up. Business is so good I’m having a “Pay one, the family goes for free.” deal.
Hell, crime is good business for us. I’m going to show you the ropes, and with your face and talent, I’m going to make a lot of money. I mean we’re going to make a lot of money.”

Slowly fanning her icy fingers along his jaw line, Leanna drew close into his ear and whispered.
“But Bill, I’m not interested in the money. I just do it for the art-form, and perhaps other perks. None of which has to do with money or frustrated housewives yearning to be disciplined after a sweaty workout. Or young confused boys.”
Without realizing it, she now cupped his face in her hands. He felt her breast press against him. Her icy lips tracing his ear lop, as his heart raced wanting more.

“I will be back tomorrow night to unload my equipment at seven p.m. Make sure the area is cleared, and cleaned. If not let me know, just email me in case you’re busy. Then I can bring my own people and clear the area myself. Meanwhile babe, I gotta fly, babe.
Oh, and Bill one more thing before I go, and you’ll excuse me if I am being blunt. Or maybe I am pursuing the situation the wrong way. Either way, I do not mix business with pleasure, just ruins the whole effect, I guess. Nor do I like to play were I eat, not my style.”
“Your people?” Before Bill knew it she was at the door already stepping out. How the hell did she do that? Must be one of those samurai things I read about.


LeAnna walked out the door and into the cool night. The fog was beginning to roll in through the parking lot between the back of the karate school and the storage units.
It was dense like pea soup, and it seemed to curl around everything that was solid. At the far end of the row of the storage units LeAnna could hear the voices of the band members through the fog going into the unit.

“Dude, I’ll be in a few minutes I gotta make a call. You know how it goes.”
The young man held up his cell phone with a hopeless gesture.

“Your pussy whooped my man. Fuckin’a, man!”
“Pussy!”
“Fuck that. Shit, they don’t have to deal with the wicked witch of the East. Shit, that bitch is crazy.” Whispering to himself.
The long haired young man began text messaging his girl. The fog coming in was making it harder and harder by the second.

“Oh man, oh shit, she is going to be so pissed.”
“What the fuck?”

Cutting through the fog was an outline of a small woman. Her pale skin framed by the blackness of her hair. Her dark eyes beamed through the thickness of the fog. Her outline curved like a figure eight as the fullness of her breast seemed to leap out at him. Yet it was her red lips curled into a smile exposing razor sharp fangs that he would see while he alive.

In front of her stood a young man grasping his cell phone. He had long dark brown hair down to his waist. His blue eyes twinkled like he just got the best birthday present a kid could as for.
He put the cell phone down on his hood of his car and smiled at LeAnna.

“Hey Babe, what’s up? Lost your way in the fog?” He giggled.

Before he knew it, she was pressing up against him pulling his head back by his hair. Grabbing his jaw with one hand; as while she forced him back on the hood of his car. She felt him struggling beneath her, the harder he fought the more she wanted her prey.
And there was not a damm thing he could do about her. This was her target and this was her dinner. There was no argument about it.

LeAnna forced his neck at an odd angle so to break his neck and relieve him of any pain. She would live his memories through his blood; his childhood memories, his anger, his fears, his loves. In an instant she would feel his whole life as if it was hers. Their pain, their loves, their memories becames hers. Perhaps that is why she picked her victims young so she didn’t have to go through a lifetime of pain and suffering.
In an instant she could see what kind of person they were and what kind of person they would become. And it always seemed like they would the kind of people the world could do without.

YolandaV

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