Satan’s Kiss
All right do I have everything? I thought patting myself down. Wallet, keys, ticket, phone, cards, knife; that’s everything. Locking my apartment door I made my way to my car psyched about the concert when the last person I wanted to see topped the stairs.
“You aren’t going to bring back any of your noisy friends are you? I have my finals tomorrow.” Jessica groaned her eyes the embodiment of disapproval.
“I’m not making any promises.” I said brushing past her.
“If you do I’ll call the super and have you kicked out. You got that Kristen?” Looking back at her with cold eyes I sneered.
“I hope you get gang raped.” For once she didn’t say anything as I left. In the car I couldn’t think of what I could have done to get that prissy b***h as a neighbor. I seriously think she’s just jealous that I’m going to the Godsmack concert. Shrugging I turned up the radio and blissfully forgot about her as I made my way to the concert.
Even leaving early the stadium was packed with the likeliness of a kicked over anthill. Unperturbed I wove through the black and chain garbed masses.
Ugh, some people have to wear the entire Hot Topic store. I thought to myself watching some of the people who were so loaded down with shirts, accessories and other things I shuddered at the thought of the effort they’d have to go through just to use the restroom.
Since the concert didn’t start for another hour or so I took out my cards and started a game of idiot’s delight as my mind wondered to whatever corner of my unconscious it wished. It was pleasant until a presence cut through closely followed by a sappy voice.
“Do you know ERS?” Taking him in a glance I groaned inwardly. An obvious poser with so much scrap metal in his face I wouldn’t be surprised if he had nightmares of big magnets. Fishnet sleeves dominated his arms where his arsenal of elastic, leather, and chain bracelets didn’t. I was slightly surprised he could lift his miniscule arms with that much weight on them. His Godsmack tank looked as if it were hanging over the back of a folding chair and his pants were somehow staying up despite their lack of anchorage and abundance of thick chains.
Ignoring him I finished the current game and went right into another. Either he thought I didn’t hear him, or was an extremely persistent little b*****d, because he sat in the seat next to me resting his arm along the back of my chair.
“What color do you like to rip?” He asked presenting his free arm where countless multicolored plastic bracelets resided believed, by many, to resemble the different forms of sex, from soft fondling to rough and wild, depending on the color.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere cutting yourself?” I murmured already bored with this conversation.
“I’ve found other ways to give me pleasure.” He smiled his hand clasping my shoulder.
“So have I.” I smiled warmly brushing a finger down his cheek. Before he knew it I clamped my hand around his throat. “I’ve always found pleasure in the physical agony of others.” Laughing inwardly at the plain terror in his eyes I loosened my grip just enough for him to get out of my hold but not without a few deep scratches to remember me bye.
Laughing after him my eyes fell upon on a guy who stood apart from the churning crowd standing completely still, an amused look on his face. He was looking straight at me his yellow-gold eyes gleaming from behind the curtain of his dark hair. Without making a gesture he seemed to be pleased with the little show I just put on. For a second he looked as if he was going to make his way over when the house lights went out cueing the deafening screams from everyone in the audience. Feeling my way through the darkness I made my way towards the front where there weren’t any chairs.
Black lights lit up the stage making the fog on it glow with an unearthly color. Without hesitation the first opening band rose from the floor of the stage, their backs to the crowd. Scattered people screamed upon seeing the figures, their excited cries intensifying when the first few measures wafted over them. I didn’t know who they were but their song was very amusing. To the darker remake of the comical straw man’s song they rocked across the stage.
I’d pretend to be a vampire
Like stories round the campfire
I’d suck your bloody froth.
And the thing I’d be best at
Is impersonating Lestat
If I only were a goth.
Like stories round the campfire
I’d suck your bloody froth.
And the thing I’d be best at
Is impersonating Lestat
If I only were a goth.
Screams drowned out the mirthful laughter but I could see the hilarity written on some of the faces the stage lights illuminated. Sadly that was the only song this band sang before they cleared the stage for the next guest band. This time I joined in the welcoming cries as Breaking Benjamin walked out giving a small dedication speech to the writhing crowd. Like the first band they only played one song. So cold’s varying speeds and intense notes and rhythms surged through the buzzing air releasing wave after wave of ecstatic screams and cheers.
It seemed too soon that their song ended and all the lights were extinguished at once. After a short pause and the crowd quieted down a bit a low drumming could be heard with undertones of what sounded like wavering static. Softly the twanging cords of a guitar joined it followed closely by the pounding drums. Within seconds an explosion of instruments sounded simultaneously with the stage lights. There stood Godsmack swaying to the cries of the audience. The pent up excitement in me finally burst as I leapt over and over with the music pounding in my veins. Song after song they performed without a trace of exhaustion showing.
Just as my hope began to die that they would play a certain song the lights took on a foreboding look as sweep lights drew unseen designs on the stage and audience. The band stood still as statues their faces cast down. The crowd hushed themselves waiting for the first cords. By an unseen cue the guitar began to softly pluck the first notes closely followed by the primal rhythm of the drums. A deafening scream broke from the bodies around me but it didn’t lesson the music’s affect.
The cords from the guitars and the tamed wild of the drums mixed in the air to create a verbal ecstasy that rushed through my body numbing and freeing my mind. I felt my body swaying in an almost drunken stupor my back arching with the sway of the drums. Behind my closed eyes the familiar scene of the pagan forest swarming with swaying bodies around the small hill with the small band of musicians moving with their own creation. A fire burned behind them with shapeless but mystic figures forming in the rising smoke. A beam of moonlight filtered through the trees illuminating me. One of the men with glowing eyes half hidden by his dark hair gently followed my movements with his hands only a hair’s length away. His presence barely registered in my clouded mind until I felt his breath in my neck as his hands rested gently on my hip and stomach.
“So, the music frees you.” He whispered pressing me gently to him. As if struck by lightning I gasped pulling myself from the vision my hand reaching for my knife. The song was over and the band was starting another.
My eyes darted around but there was no one close enough. What surprised me more was the fact that apparently while I was in my happy place the crowd had made a small circle around me some of their eyes wide. A bit disoriented I turned to disappear into the crowd but stopped seeing that guy with the golden eyes. Like before his eyes were alight with an unknown secret with a slight grin on his lips. Sidestepping him I brushed through the crowd to the back of the building.
I never thought I’d think the concert couldn’t end soon enough but when it did I left immediately with a short pause at one of the souvenir stands outside.
It seemed like an eternity before I flopped down on one of the overstuffed couches at my favorite haunt. The last place most people would look for me, Starbucks. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve fallen asleep on the soft couches. Of course it wasn’t open for the most part of my wondering hours that’s when I go to the park or some small club in the darker areas of town.
Heaving a sigh of relief I let down a few of my defenses and finally take a little ease. Though even if my body was somewhat at ease my mind was still restless. Not only with the crowd acting like that while I was in my trance, but the guy with the golden eyes and dark hair. He never seemed to move, yet was everywhere my eyes looked. Even with my eyes closed his golden eyes burned into me. Michel Branch’s song came to mind.
Shaking my head slightly in a futile attempt to clear it I let out another sigh. He was gone now; the possibility that we will meet again must be high. Now that I was safe to have such thoughts I admitted that he was quite handsome. Even with his slightly baggy clothes I noticed his toned muscles though I couldn’t judge his strength. His stance was fearless and confident, powering over those around him despite being only a little taller than me. His hair which seemed like strands of silken shadows were truly a dark brown and cut in a way that his bangs covered his golden eyes.
“Like the willow hides a thrush’s nest.” I whispered my mind starting to drift again. The man I saw in my little daydream during the song was a lot like him. He probably just stuck out from when I noticed him before the concert. I guess I wasn’t surprised I daydreamed about him in that way.
“Thirty minute warning Kristen.” Jordan called from behind the counter. Giving a little wave to show I heard I melted on the couch allowing my mind to wonder. The door opened with the familiar ding announcing a new customer. Vaguely curious I glanced over. Just before the face registered in my mind my stomach tightened almost painfully.
His luminous eyes swept over the room until they landed on me. Making a beeline for me he soon stood above me as a leopard would its prey. Having only seen him standing still I was slightly taken aback by the liquid grace of his movements.
“Pictures last longer.” He murmured with that grin of his. Using what will I could use to keep from blushing I shrugged.
“Didn’t think I’d need my camera.” I breathed in a bored tone.
“It was amusing how you deterred that one admirer.” He continued sitting on the table across from me. I didn’t answer right away as my defenses shot back up.
“I’ll let you know when I start caring.” Why was he really here? He just chuckled his eyes never leaving me. “Pray tell kind sir what has you so entranced?” I asked already guessing the sappy answer.
“Nothing you can’t already guess. The question in your paua eyes is addicting though.” He smiled absently rubbing a shoulder. Right.
“Yes well I’d love to stay and listen to your pretty blandishment but I have a previous engagement with my bed that I don’t want to miss.” Brushing past him I kept myself in check not to run out the door to get away from his presence.
“By the way I liked how the music released you.” He called after me. Fighting the impulse to look back I passed the threshold into the cool night.
Not wasting any time, still feeling his eyes on me, I jumped into my car and drove off turning up the radio so I couldn’t hear myself think. It didn’t help though with the alarming notion buzzing in my head. He had taken advantage of me when I was in my little trance. But he wasn’t anywhere near me when I came out of it. Pulling into the deserted parking lot outside my favorite get away I sighed with relief he couldn’t follow me in there if he tried.
Shutting off the ignition and locking the door I made my way into the shadow saturated trees. Weaving through the foreboding trees I instinctively made my way to the heart of my sanctuary. Breathing deeply I welcomed the ___ calm of the night seep into my tired mind. Following the hidden trail through the shadows and undergrowth I soon stood before my home away from home.
“Hello.” I murmured patting the rough bark of the trunk. He was the ruler of the forest towering over the others so that one who was brave enough could see the parking lot from his top most branches. Scurrying up the hidden ladder of it’s branches I settled myself in my favorite branch my hand lightly brushed the smoothed wood beneath me. The forked branches met a few feet from the trunk like a cupped hand making a small crevice big enough for me to sleep comfortably above the mortal world with room to spare.
The silver queen played hide and seek in the branches above while a soft breeze began the nightly lullaby. My only place I can fully relax and let my guard take a breather. Turning onto my stomach I peered down into the shadowed bottom. Something moved perking my curiosity. A figure in baggy clothes emerged from the thick darkness coming slowly down the path. My breath caught for an instant until I saw that his build wasn’t his and neither was his walk.
Just what I need; an unsuspecting mind to warp. I chuckled to myself easing myself from my resting spot. Despite him being clothed in only black his pale skin shown like a beacon in the moonlight. Constantly moving through the underbrush with little more than a rustle I began singing the scale from Evanescence’s song Bring me to life from her last concert.
The figure stopped instantly his head turning from side to side trying to find me. Smirking I picked up a few chips of the chalk rock from the forest floor. Letting the silence stretch for a bit I let out a low malevolent chuckle into the still night before reciting one of my poems.
“I stand waiting for the end. Watching the blood red sun descend. Pain and sorrow burning deep, I wait as the moon stirs from sleep.” He was looking around frantically now as I threw one of the chips at him making it just graze his ear. “I clutch the blade to my breast; the demons stirring from their rest.” I tossed two more nicking both of his cheeks. “I bring it down cutting life’s strands.” Without warning I was behind him with one hand over his heart and one around his throat my long nails pressing gently into his flesh. His ridged body fit perfectly to mine as I clutched him. “And fall into their waiting hands.” I whispered into his ear. For the briefest moment I felt his heart had stopped and his breath catch in his throat. Laughing inwardly I brushed my sharpest nail down his throat while drawing back my other hand. “The shadows hunger.” Bringing down my hand I struck his temple with just enough force mercifully releasing him from his terror.
His tense body slumped immediately as he crumpled to the ground without a sound. Tossing the rest of the chips into the forest I smiled greatly satisfied.
“Hm, that makes… forty two victims. Not bad. Man that felt good it’s so nice to find an innocent outlet for stress.” Giving him one last glance I climbed back up to my spot and settled once again into my little canopy bed. With the excitement over and my mind stress free for the moment my eyes began to droop. Gratefully I let my mind drift into the misty care of sleep.
Darkness surrounded me drinking up any ill-fated light to come across my little world. Despite it’s thickness and unwavering presence it wasn’t threatening. It was the blank canvas of my sleep before my whimsical mind manifested its random desires. But it wasn’t images that surfaced first. From the emptiness came a faint sound that grew into the most pure music I’ve heard. I couldn’t fathom it as it seeped into me with the cool peace of the moon filling me with an ecstasy I never felt in the waking world.
I clung to it giving myself to its rhythmic embrace silently pleading for more. Strong arms held me close as if to protect me. Glancing down I saw the music’s arms around my middle its hands clasped just below my breasts. Warm breath stirred the hair by my ear. Entranced I turned slightly to see two gleaming stars surrounded by the shadows. There was something familiar about them. As if in response to my confusion the darkness dissolved into nothing revealing his face. The same little smile touched his lips but it was more content than amused. His arms pressed me closer to him his lips moving to take mine. As if in a trance I surrendered to his wish willingly. Before we could touch my consciousness ripped my mind from the dream.
My eyes snapped open to see the moonlit branches around me. Turning over onto my back I suppressed a groan. I must have slept on my shoulder wrong. Rubbing the sore spot I sighed thinking about the dream. That was the second time I dreamt of him. What was wrong with me? I’ve seen him twice for brief moments and he wasn’t that cute!
“What’s wrong with me?” I demanded out loud.
“Well first off it’s usually not good if you talk to yourself.” Freezing I turned slowly finding him sitting at the base of the little dip his eyes locked on me. “Of course you can be a special case.” He chuckled.
“Ok p***k, it was cute the first few times but now you’re really starting to piss me off.” I snarled getting into a defensive position. “What do you want?”
“Well for starters I’d like to relieve that sore shoulder. It’s the least I can do for causing you so much trouble.”
“Uh huh fat chance. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you…!”
“Hey, easy now I never let people do that sort of thing against their will. By the way on my way over here I heard an enchanting voice say some sort of poem or something.”
“It was a poem I wrote. What of it?”
“I was just going to ask you to say it again. It was such a beautiful poem.”
“Stalkers aren’t privileged to things like that. Besides the position of stalker has already been filled.”
“Damn. Well there’s always other positions.”
“Filled. I had a job fair a few weeks ago.”
“Ah, so you’re taken.” He murmured the smile on his lips twitching. I just shrugged. “Fine, what’s your name by the way?”
“Shouldn’t you give your name before you ask for someone’s?”
“Yes.” I waited but he didn’t say anything else.
“Well? Aren’t you going to tell me your name and why you’ve been following me?”
“To tell you the truth when I saw you at the concert I knew without a doubt that you were… damn what’s that word? No… no… I guess you can say the most passionate and unique girl there.”
“I guess it’s true what they say about a guy shooting for what he can’t have.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. The future is never certain. I’m not even sure myself what I intend with this.”
“Yah, that makes all the sense in the world.” I sneered my hand lazily traveling to my pocketknife.
“It does sound pretty lame huh? I guess I’ll have to do better.” He sat there for a while.
“You can’t blame me to be a little suspicious of a complete stranger following me around all night.”
“Vasant twenty years old. I love strolling in the moonlight, having meaningful conversations, and listening to all kinds of music. My favorite color is red, and I will never force a girl to do what she doesn’t want to. The body is sacred. I will not violate it under pain of death.” You will die if you try that with me. “There, I’m not a complete stranger.”
“True. But you’re still strange, but looks aren’t everything.” Leaning back on the tree I watched him with lazy eyes. “Since you’re so open at the moment tell me. At the concert when I danced did you join me?”
“In spirit or thought, but I was afraid that if I did join you I would snap you out of it and it was such a beautiful dance.” He smiled stretching.
“Looks like it’s past your bed time.” I murmured watching him.
“No, I can stay up all night. I’m just a little stiff. Staking is a hard job you know.”
“I didn’t know you got paid for it.”
“We don’t, I could use a massage though.” He muttered brushing his bangs away briefly. His eyes smiled at me unlike before. Doubting my sanity I sighed.
“Lay down.” I ordered half-heartedly. Without a word he laid down on his back his head cradled in his hands. “On your stomach.” I huffed.
“Oh, you didn’t say that part.”
“Just roll over.” Carefully flipping himself over on the branch I moved to one next to him. Popping my fingers I set to work massaging him. Almost instantly gratifying grunts and moans came from him. “Don’t get too comfortable I won’t be the one scraping you off the branches.”
“Whatever you say. I am at your mercy.”
“You shouldn’t tempt me like that.” I chuckled against my will.
“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.” He murmured turning his head to look at me.
“Oscar Wilde. It’s rare to find a guy who actually likes to read at your age.”
“That’s not even the most interesting thing about me.”
“I’m sure.” I sighed patting him on the back. “All done. Well been nice knowing you.” I huffed making to descend.
“Wait. You still haven’t told me your name.” He called gently grabbing my hand. Tensing I looked at him catching the gleam of his eyes. I hesitated only for a moment before yielding with a sigh.
“It’s Kristen.”
“Kristen, nice. I’d like to repay you for the massage.” He murmured.
“Thanks for the offer but that was for your trouble.” I smiled my hand above my knife once again. I began to wonder if I was really going to need to use it tonight. He just smiled brushing away his dark bangs.
“I insist. I promise not to lead you into any sin you’d later regret.”
“There is no sin except stupidity.” I murmured my eyes catching every movement he made. Raising an eyebrow he chuckled.
“That one included.” His request didn’t worry me, the fact that I actually considered accepting his offer did. It was crazy. I would be giving him a blank check! Yet a big part of me urged me to just give in to the obvious desires. True I’ve well noticed that he was cute… ok hot. Extremely hot. But I wasn’t fool enough to put myself into a position where I would be completely at the mercy of this charming but complete stranger. But even as I thought this I could almost feel his arms protectively around me his hands caressing all the troublesome worries out of my thoughts for the blissful now. My soul begged me to give in just this once for the promise in his smile whether it is a ruse or not.
Sighing in inner defeat I turned my back at him brushing all my hair over one shoulder. If anything I can always beat him to a bloody pulp later. Almost hesitantly his fingers danced along my shoulders working along my neck before traveling down my arms. With his first touch my mind sank into a slight euphoria clouding over with just the sensation of his hands on me. Just as I had imagined, against my better judgment, his strong hands gently ran over my body moving closer to me. Though while the majority of me reveled in the new sensation the rational part of me stayed alert just below the surface and was the first to notice the close proximity we came to. In no time I was practically sitting in his lap leaning against his chest my head tilted slightly. His arms were practically around me as he massaged one of my hands.
“You ok?” He breathed in my ear.
“Mhmm. If I knew stalkers were so good I would have gotten one long ago.”
“Just to set the records straight I’m not a stalker, I’m persistent.”
“Persistence. What an annoying quirk.” He chuckled holding me closer.
“Guys are intimidated by your intelligence aren’t they?”
“Ha, I doubt it. I’m not as smart as you may think. I honestly don’t know what they could be so intimidated about sweet little me.”
“Ah and which part of you is the sweet part? When you threaten a guys manhood or when you psychologically scar them?”
“Bite me.” I barked with a slight smile.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He whispered. Before his words could sink in his arms tightened around me smashing me against him. His teeth clamped down on my exposed neck sending a burst of pain to my frozen mind and a terrified shudder through the rest of me. A thousand things shot through me; fear, pain, panic, pleasure. My breath caught in my throat with the world stopping around me. I found myself clinging to him despite my mind’s screams to break away. As if I could. I couldn’t move, think, or breath for the brief eternity he held me.
My god is he a vampire? I thought in panic as he withdrew slightly expecting to feel my blood trickle down my neck. But none did, just a slight throbbing where his teeth were just now.
“Sorry did I startle you?” He asked relaxing his grip slightly, enough for me to breath freely. Desperately trying to slow my rampaging heart and frantic mind I shrugged indifferently.
“It was unexpected.” I answered surprising myself at how calm my voice was. I couldn’t feel his heart over mine pounding in my ears.
“I take it you’ve never been with a biter.”
“No I don’t meet too many psychopaths.” He just chuckled.
“I’ll give you warning next time. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“What are you imagining now?” I asked keeping him from seeing my face.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t feel some spark of excitement or a bit of pleasure beneath the initial shock and terror?” Not answering I wondered at his blatant knowledge of his affect. I sensed him smile at my silence.
“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?”
“I have a feeling.” Holding me to him one hand rested on my hip while the other gently held my shoulder against him he rested his chin on my head. Feeling my pocketknife clipped beneath my pants he fingered it slightly. “Kinky.”
“You have no idea.” Despite my rationale’s attempts at warning I smiled holding his arms.
“I hope my little stunt won’t impair your dancing.”
“What would I dance to?” I asked my mind plunging once again into the pleasant haze from before.
“The music of the night. Don’t tell me you can’t hear it.”
“Oh, that; sorry a rampant thudding was drowning it out a while ago.” Despite his arms around me the brisk night air seeped into me chilling me to the bone and cooling my burning feelings. My rationality finally regaining control I pulled away from him. “This has been… interesting… but I’m sure the men in white are missing you and I got some errands to do.” Before I could get away he gently took my hand his eyes shining from behind his thick bangs.
“I hope to see you again.” He murmured heartily giving my hand a slight squeeze. With a numb mouth I just gave the slightest nod before retreating down the tree.
For the third time I drove through the increasingly confusing night the radio blaring through the small car space. The song however was not one I would have picked at that moment. Blue October’s ‘Come in closer’ pounded through me. Changing the station Three doors down sang their ________.
“What the hell?” Changing it again Heaven sounded through the car. Getting more and more frustrated I rushed through all the stations snippets of love songs broke the frustrating silence of the car. “Damn it I’m in some low budget chick flick!” With a loud growl I switched off the radio letting only the muted noise of the road be heard. Silence. Silence is good.
Slowly relaxing I raced through the night maintaining a blank void in my head all the way to my apartment.
Killing the engine I trudged up to the third floor not bothering to keep quiet. Big mistake.
“Kristen! Do you have any idea what time it is?” Ignoring Jessica’s familiar screeching I unlocked my apartment. “I’ve got nose surgery tomorrow! If I hear another noise from you I’ll…”
“Call the super and have me evicted. Seriously b***h you need to work on your threats. Try some new material or something.” Lacking the energy for a proper insult I tried to disappear.
“You’re going to hell for that.” She announced her voice shaking.
“Ok one, you started this if that fake blond of yours hasn’t made you forget. And two, if god puts a neighbor squabble as top priority I worry for the world.” I murmured amazed at her stupidity.”
“Keep talking mutt, just keep your promise from earlier before I call the pound.” She’d made the first hit. Complying with my rules I turned pinning her to the wall by the throat.
“Listen you half plastic narcissistic b***h. The only promise I’m keeping is if I ever see your pretty trophy wife face again they’ll need dental records to identify you.” Releasing her I stepped through my door. Suppressing a frustrated scream I yanked out some throwing knives from the dartboard and stomped to the other side. In rapid succession I threw them at the pinned up Britney Spears picture covering the board. Furiously I imagined Jessica’s face in place of the near-gone singer’s. With satisfaction I admired my aim. One protruded from each eye, one on the forehead and one in the throat.
Frustration successfully worked out I yanked open the fridge grabbing a Smirnoff. A black specter wafted from my room’s cracked door and floated up to the cabinet I was leaning on.
“Kageko, what have you been up to?” I smiled scratching him behind his ears. His low purr rumbled from him as he leaned against my hand. His blue eyes peered up at me like two ice shards in a cavern. Having had enough of my affection he meowed at me his formal command. “I fed you before I left.” I smiled as he began pawing my hand. Staring him down I got the milk from the fridge and poured some into a shallow bowl. Thanking me with a twitch of his tail he lapped it up like a thing half starved. Taking out my pocketknife I turned it absently in my hand before throwing it. Kageko didn’t even flinch as it imbedded into the forehead of Britney with an audible thud.
Flopping on my warn brown couch I flipped through the limited channels of my thirty inch TV. With nothing on I flipped it to DVD and played whatever was in there.
Luckily for me it was Evenesance’s concert, Anywhere but home. The final cords of My Immortal died before launching into Bring me to life. Lazily I looked around my dwelling. It was plain, almost sickeningly normal. A couch and chair dominated the living room alongside a small entertainment center where my x-box and few games collected dust beneath the T.V.; a small table stood at each end of the couch. Tall, light brown bookshelves flanked it on either side full completely with my personal library and DVD’s. In the corner farthest from the rest of the apartment was Kageko’s haven where his six foot tall cat condo towered over what little was around it only a few feet from the bathroom door. A handful of pictures dotted the otherwise blank walls.
At the right of the door was the kitchen’s domain with off white cabinets and cupboards with a blank fridge. A sink hugged the corner next to the fridge the small pantry hidden on the other side. Despite it’s plain accommodations there was little of the surfaces that didn’t have a few nicks from my knives. This however was just the false front. The place to lull whatever visitor into a false state of easiness. If they ever saw my room they wouldn’t want to stay the night.
I t was my personal space. The only place besides the safety of my mind I can find true privacy. The walls were painted in the darkest greens resembling the dark heart of a forest with short carpet on the floor of the same shade. The window was covered tactically disappearing into the walls along with the closet door and the door to the bathroom. My furniture was of the darkest wood also with various nicks in it as well as random carvings I’ve etched when I was bored. The bed rested in the far right corner just opposite of my dresser covered with little knickknacks collected throughout the years. My desk lay on the left littered with folders, pencils and a buried lamp. The only distinguishable thing was a slim laptop overshadowed only by the massive stereo covering the bedside table. Other than the mess there was nothing truly frighteningly until a light was turned on.
Pulling the eye away from the many posters and pictures was the majority of my precious collection. Blades of every shape and size glittered from their mounts. Only the most beautiful and deadly were mounted on the walls like demonic branches of my makeshift forest. Countless others were hidden throughout the room in case of an emergency and because I ran out of room. But they were my treasured possessions besides Kageko.
Kicking off my shoes I threw myself on my bed’s thick comforter my mind so enveloped in exhaustion it was, for once that night, quiet and empty. Staring at my ceiling I quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.
