Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Two – Part Three
Chapter Two Continued…
He opened his eyes and looked around. He was still standing against the wall, and again his face was covered in sweat. He wondered if for a moment if this had been another daydream or if it had happened. No, it didn’t. He certainly didn’t need a change of udnerwear, so he knew that it had been a dream.. Or nightmare.
“What the hell is going on?” He muttered and looked around. “This is getting out of control.”
He started to regain his composure and stared around in the darkness, to make sure – for his own sanity – that he was the only one there. He was.
Or was he?
Was all this happening or had his mind finally snapped and gone to that place where dreams and imaginations end and insanity begins? He sure as fuck had no idea. But he wished he knew. He slapped himself on the face hard just to make sure he was awake.
“Ow!” He called out. Slapping himself must have worked as it sure as hell hurt so he must have been awake!
As he cradled his hurting head in the palms of his hands he suddenly started to hear sounds, and it wasn’t coming from this elevator car, He looked up and listened intently.
“I know those voices.” He whispered, recognizing one of the voices as the college girl who lived across the hall.
“Tara!” He yelled out and started pounding on the elevator door with his fist. “Can you hear me!”
No response. He listened for a second as she talked in jibberish to someone on her cell phone.
Why the hell can’t she hear me? He was going insane. He had to be. Again he started pounding on the door and screamed out her name, and again he was met with no response. She was either too damn busy talking on that cell phone to notice or she was outright ignoring him.
“Can you bloody hear me!”
“No need to swear at me, you son-of-a-bitch!” She said, but not from outside, but from practically right next to him.
“Damn it!” He yelled, surprized. “What the hell are you doing in here!”
“Who do you think you are Alex!” She yelled, “I am trapped in here just as much as you are!”
He shook his head and stared at her with disbelief. She wasn’t there. She couldn’t be. It was impossible. But wait, that scent. It sure as hell smelt like her perfume. Dior Mystique. Yes, that scent was definitely too familiar to ignore. After all, that was her favorite perfume, and the very one that happened to drive him wild. Not just on anyone, but on her.
He closed his eyes and hoped that this was another dream.
Hang on, He thought, Here you are, trapped in an elevator with a sexy redhead and all you can think about was if this is a dream? Get your priorities straight here!
“Alex?” He heard her voice say.
How he longed for her. From the first moment he laid eyes on her some months ago when she moved into the apartment across the hall he wanted her. He desired her like most men did, but he could never have her, not for himself. She was like the forbidden fruit of the garden of earthly pleasures. Still, although she was younger than he was, maybe mid twenties, he wanted her for himself. He coveted her. He would admittedly confess that he needed her.
“Alex!” She said, this time shaking him.
Okay, this is good. He thought as he opened his eyes and looked into her blue eyes. This must be reality. “What happened?” he asked as he regained himself and tried to act like nothing had happened.
She sighed and stepped back into the glow of the red light that shone dimly in the ceiling above.
“Obviously your memory is about as frail as your age.” She snapped, “If you don’t recall, you got into the elevator just after I did, and then the elevator stopped. You passed out right about then and after afew minutes you started calling me a slut and a whore, which I don’t appreciate in the slightest, thank you very much!”
“Oh… Sorry.” He said softly. He paused for a minute while regaining his thoughts. Strange, but he did not recall her being in here. But maybe he was just too tired to notice.
“How long have we been in here?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes.” She said, “Not sure exactly as me cell is not working for some strange reason.”
“That is odd. Maybe it’s because of the humidity in here.” He said, noticing how humid it had become.
“Yeah..It is humid.” She said, as she wiped her neck with the palm of her hand and began to undo the buttons on her blouse.
“Tara, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Oh come now Alex.” She said in a husky voice, “You knew as well as I do that you have wanted this for a long time… After all, I have seen you watching me.”
“Don’t play innocent Mister.” She said playfully, as she stepped closer to him and continued to unbutton her white blouse, “When I’ve been in the courtyard pool I have seen you watching me. You have been undressing me with your eyes, haven’t you, you naughty boy.”
He swallowed nervously and could onloy stutter “Well, I…”
She stood up against him and whispered, “I have noticed how you have stood at the pool and tried not to notice me when I have been sunbathing… I have noticed that bulge in your pants.” She made a grab for his manhood and he felt it swelling in her grip.
Fuck this is good. He thought. He was the first to admit that he had wanted this for a long time, and now that she was here, all he could do was close his eyes and take in how she felt pressed up against him.
“Tell me you want me.” She whispered then softly pressed her lips against his.
“I need you Tara.” He whispered. He kissed her mouth softly and held her tight in his hands. He didn’t want to let her go. Not now that he had her finally.
He ripped open the remaining button on her blouse to reveal her perky breasts, nestled beneath a red and white cotton bra. He kissed her neck and trailed his hands over her body, down over her breasts and over her stomach.
“Do something for me lover.” She whispered, as he squeezed his throbbing manhood
“Anything baby.” He muttered.
“Wake up.” She whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. “What did you say?”
“Wake up.” She said.
He stared into her eyes with a lost look in his own eyes, and instead of the seductress he saw only seconds ago, all he saw now was a strange coldness.
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Stay Tuned.. Part Four Coming Soon…
Posted on January 19, 2009, in Chapter Excerpts - Book Two - Bloodline Of Darkness and tagged Bloodline of Darkness, C.A.Milson, Darkness, Elevator, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Paranormal, Supernatural, The Chosen, Visions. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.