The Blade
Monday, October 1st, 2012It was a dark alley, there were no lights, and she was walking down it alone. Down the middle no less, she should have known better, but her mind was on other things. Better more intense things… so she didn’t notice when a shadow crouched up behind her until it was too late. She knew the smell of the chloroform before it touched her mouth.
The more intense things going through her mind was the feeling of his hand on her face, their bodies pressed tightly together, evaporating all space between them. Of his lips against hers, moist and soft. She could still feel his touch… still taste his lips. She was dizzy with love. She forgot about what she had to be scared of. She forgot that people were after her, that it wasn’t safe to be out alone at night.
Ruby was always cocky like that, she thought she could take anyone… but you can’t do much to fight chloroform. But she did get a good kick in.
She woke up in a dark room, light was coming from somewhere above, but she couldn’t figure out where. She was tied down, and there was water dripping on her face. She couldn’t move from the water. It was driving her nuts. She knew this was only the beginning, so she began to put up walls around her emotions. Using him as a force field. It worked. She forgot about the water and everything, and sensations came back, along with feelings. When someone actually touched her face she flinched from her little fantasy. When she opened her eyes she thought she was dreaming. It was him, Jordon, stroking her face. She tried to move, but the restraints were still there and so was the water.
She looked into his eyes, and it was like she could see into his soul. But right now it wasn’t happy. There was pain in his deep green eyes. They were an odd colour, like a forest, mossy green. But she knew in that moment what to do, since her hands weren’t tied down, she watched them move towards him, pulling him down on her, almost crushing her, but not.
The moment their lips touched something changed, she saw into his mind, actually saw, she saw how he was warring with himself. But over what? We’re in love. Nothing can tear that apart. The connection was suddenly cut, but it still felt like they were melting into each other, becoming one, but there was something wrong about it… his lips tasted and felt… wrong. But before she could figure it out he pulled away, and got off her.
“I’m sorry Rubes. I… had no choice. I love you.” Then she realised what his other had was holding, it was a knife. He drove the knife into her abdominal area, everything faded, the last thing she remembered was him leaning down and kissing her lips one last time.
To be continued…
I swear she could understand me. That’s why I could never say she was dying. But I’d talk to her for hours. She’d purr right beside me and occasionally lick me.