Linda Sanders wanted it! here it is! An excerpt from Sirens Call (Syrinada, book 1) ** Unedited..subject to many many changes ** For a second I froze because I recognized him. Yeah, he was a bit cleaner, less grunge looking, but it was him. Number 3 in my sketches. He was there that night, when I was taking. I remember him instantl even though I only see the side of his face. He had a scar right below his eye and his skin has that same odd tint of grey, the shade of the sick and dying. Then I notice he is hovering over something, no someone. I see her legs and then he shifts to the side and I see my friend, Latasha, laying on the ground. She looks scared but mostly because she is too drunk to understand what was happening to her. He reached for her and I feel my blood boil. “Hey!” I called out to him and he turned to me. “Get away from her.” “And what are you going to do if I don’t?” He stepped towards me then stopped. “Oh, I remember you. The pretty one that got away.” He laughed. “Leave her alone.” “Or what? You haven’t told me. By the way, how the hell did you get away? What happened to (name)?” “Would you like to find out?” I ask the question, and I cannot understand the sound of the threat. “Oh please baby, show me.” He grins and I see his teeth, they are yellow and decaying. His breath is strong enough to overtake the stench of mildew and garbage that lingers in the alley. “I’ll show you.” The confidence in my strut as I walk over to him isn’t one that I recognize. It is as if my body is acting separately from my mind. I approach him slowly and he bucks out his chest. He is proud, cocky, he actually thinks that he is appealing. It is sad and I feel my stomach turn. Somehow I am able to stomach his stench long enough to get close. I touch his face and bring him closer to me. “Oh yeah baby.” He groans. I find it pathetic that just a touch gets him so excited and that he actually thinks that I will allow him to touch me. At least he prefers a willing victim to an unconscious one. I smile at him, and I can actually taste his pleasure in the air. All that from a smile? I do not question it, the face that I am tasting pleasure or that I can almost see it coming from him. The heat, waves of it, as his body temperature rises. Suddenly I am hungry, But not for food, for his lust, for his pleasure. Before I can stop myself, my lips are on his and I am kissing him, hungrily. And he is into it of course. He grabs at me, pulls at my clothing. He grinds his body up against my own. And then he changes. He is struggling. Trying to pull away and yet pushing himself further into me. He wants me, and he wants to get away, “Sy stop!” I hear him, behind me. Malachi. I release the man and it is a moment before I realize that he actually dropped to the ground when I let go of him. “What?” I screech at Malachi. I am angry, he has interrupted my pleasure. “Look at what you are doing.” He says calmly. His hands are up, to show he means no harm to me. I turn to the man, he looks different as he lies on the ground in front of me. He body is withered, old. “What the hell?!”
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 01:12:57 +0000
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