She pulls her coat a little tighter around herself. The cold air is cutting through the fabric a little more this evening; the winds a little more...biting. She shivers and then smiles. At least the temperature makes her feel a little alive. Something she has not felt for a long time, not in the usual sense. Not these days; although there was a time when she did feel that warm rush of excitement in feeling her heart beat a little faster.
It is still tonight, not a sound to be heard or felt. She knows why, she has been waiting for this sign. It has always served her well and kept her "alive" through, what seemed like, an eternity of anguish and pain. Why did her life have to be this way?
The cobbled street plays hell with her 5 inch heels as she begins to walk... slowly. She doesn't feel fear, only premature satisfaction. The apartment building is vast and oppressive. The darkness gives another signal, no lights in the windows, not one. She sighs deeply and rolls her eyes, stepping forward into the porch way to announce her presence to her lover.
After a few seconds, the doors in front of her come to life with a buzzing sound and open of their own accord. She steps into the dark hallway and waits a little while for her keen eyes to adjust to the blackness. The elevator door is open, waiting expectantly for her. She walks through them and another shiver passes through her as she feels the cold air from the shaft hit her without warning. She gets the feeling she has just been "eaten" but she knows this is just the appetiser.
The doors slide open onto another dark passageway, the apartment door directly in front of her beckons expectantly.
The brass lettering on the door of room 7609 glints through the darkness, offering the challenge that was more. Her fear returns quickly and she panics. Feelings are not a good sign. What if she is wrong this time?
But she knows that she is not wrong, as her fear dissipates and the door before her slowly opens.
The huge, overbearing piece of flesh and warm blood stands before her and smiles. His grin is a challenge. She can feel him, he is filling the air around him with a need so obvious and intense she almost feels pity. She watches him salivate, his tongue rolling over his teeth again and again.
And it is a great pity; a pity that this pathetic creature cannot hold her on his own. She feels a twinge of sadness and amusement as she remembers that she has had to watch this whole plot hatch before her very eyes for the last 12 months. So much detail; so many painstakingly planned words and operations. How very sad she has felt, night after night, as she played the game.... played into their hands.
She walks forward into his arms and he hugs her, a little too tightly. His hands move over her body impatiently. Another fuck up there, he is too hurried, he has no control. She knows exactly what she is walking into and yet she lets him guide her through the doorway and into the black hole inside.
The apartment is darker still inside but she knows every inch of it. She can sense it; reaching out from somewhere inside of her she can trace every corner and detail. When she finds the other two men crouching in a corner of the blackness, she puts her head down and smiles to herself.
"You never fail me" the voice in her head sighs. "You are always right"
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She is standing in the centre of the living room when she feels the first flush of her growth. Just a tingle, a prickle of goose bumps as the wind outside starts to creep and swirl into her soul. Her broken body and mind start to gain strength and healing.
The deep, red lacerations, where her wrists have been bound, start to fade along with the bruises and welts on the rest of her body.
The three men surround her but start to shift uneasily in their places. Moving their weight from one foot to the other; their excitement diminishing as confusion starts to creep into their minds.
She raises her eyes and looks defiantly into those of her murderers, one by one. The return from this space always has such an impact...and she relishes the reactions every time.
They look puzzled for a second and then fear starts to creep into their own eyes like summer storm clouds, gathering slowly and quietly above their unsuspecting victims.
"Come here my Man" she whispers softly to her main assailant... "Come and take what you really want"
She reaches out to him; her eyes now showing innocence instead of the "knowing" displayed in them a second before. He hesitates, battling with his fear for a second and then starts to laugh.
"You have such brave words tonight, little one. have you not had enough already? Surely you were broken a minute ago" He leers at her.
She smiles softly and the growth pinches again. She holds it back for just a little longer. She wants the pathetic excuses for Men before her to feel the full force of what is to happen.
"I have no need to be brave, my Man" she sighs
He walks towards her, the other men start to laugh and move closer. He focuses his eyes upon hers, reaches around the back of her head and entwines his fingers harshly into her long, dark, thick hair. She continues to meet his gaze defiantly. His anger breaks through now, she sees his eyes change... it is an uncertain anger though... his control is slipping. He clenches his hand into a fist in her hair and jerks her head backwards.
She panics for a moment as she feels the tendons in her neck pop and crack. She mustn't wait too long now.
"Now... bitch! It seems we didn't quite finish you off" he spits into her face. "What did you say? Try saying it again", his voice becomes cold and quieter with the question but his anger is still bubbling underneath it.
"Take what you want my Man" she whispers. Her voice comes out as a small gasp... straining to be heard against the weight of his hands pulling on the back of her head and restricting her airway.
He laughs again, his grip getting stronger until she can feel her spine start to complain under its weight. The hand in her hair pushes forward violently and releases her suddenly. She is thrown to the floor and the carpet rubs and burns her knees, forearms and face as she falls.
The three men circle her now and her growth starts to shift again; restless, it pushes and tugs at her core.
"It is time" she whispers into the rough pile beneath her.
She allows the winds inside her to pick up speed. Her eyes blur and she feels the beginnings of tears prick at the inner corners. The ache on her shoulders and spine becomes hot and torturous and a small moan escapes her lips.
The three men stop their stalking dance and watch in confusion as the frail woman beneath them throws her strength out into the dark room. It is a strength that drowns their brute-like power; a strength that cannot be matched with muscle and external force.
The first buds of her shadowed wings burst from between her shoulder blades and her eyes become clear and golden. Not of an amber hue... but a liquid gold that cannot be picked from anything other than the brightest of unearthly metals. These same eyes move and change, the irises swirling like whirlpools in the stormiest oceans. The wings are grown now... they start to unfold slowly, creeping towards the corners of the room as they reach their full magnificent size. The black feathers on them shimmer and shudder as every part of them pivots and stretches.
The "Men" are still staring, observing the scene before them with their confusion still embedded heavily on their faces. They seem to be moving away, slowly and carefully. But there is nowhere for them to go as they become surrounded in the black feathers and an energy so strong and oppressive they can barely breath.
She starts to pull herself up to her full height... still such a delicate, frail physicality in comparison, yet she seems more than a force to be reckoned with as her eyes pierce their darkened souls and her wings surround their sickened hearts.
"Who the fuck are you?" main Man asks, still staring in disbelief at the scene before him. The others subconsciously edge towards him... almost as if to cower behind his bulk.
She replies with a debauched cackle from her blood-red lips.
"I am the daughter of my dark father, my name is Defyance: Temptress Of The Twisted. Welcome gentlemen...Daddy is waiting for you"
Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008
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