PsiLusticy

PsiLusticy


10/2002



Hallows Eve…

Fog thickly covered the ground and danced gracefully as a slight breeze brushed the tips of grass.

And she sat alone…

The fireplace had started burning itself out, she had long become used to the relaxing smell and sounds of it. She sat on her couch with a blanket wrapped around her feet…she read a slightly worn soft cover book by Nora Roberts.

And all was well in her mind, she was relaxed and content.

Outside he made his way to her house…stumbling and loosing his footing he fell into the blanket of fog…and he laughed.

He pushed himself up with his hands and dusted his pants off. He began walking towards the lighted window of her house. He could now make her out…sitting there on the couch…her shape curled up and cozy looking as she was reading a book.

He stopped within feet of her window and peered in…he laughed again.

She tilted the book down and listened to something she thought she heard but decided she didn’t hear it and she began reading again.

He carefully stepped up the steps of her porch, trying to be oh so quiet. The boards creaked and when they did he slowed even more causing them to squeak louder and longer. A drop of red liquid goo dropped from his jacket and splattered to the floor.

And he laughed…

She sat up and bookmarked her spot then sat the book on her table. She went into her kitchen and poured a glass of milk…she liked milk. She sipped it with her eyes closed…exploring every little taste and texture of it as if it were a new lover penetrating her. She finished it with an “Ahhh” sound and washed the glass out then made her way to the bathroom.

He twisted the doorknob, trying to get in but it didn’t turn…
She sat on the toilet combing her hands through her hair and yawning. She smiled when she was done yawning and the last droplets dripped from her and she stood and flushed the toilet. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled then examined her teeth.

He had found a way in…the sliding door wasn’t latched all the way and he quietly went in. He looked around for the phone but didn’t see one.

She turned on the bath water, testing it for the right warmth. She disrobed, exposing her slender body…she tied her dirty blonde hair up with a few quick flips of her wrists. Then stepped into the filling tub carefully. She sat down in the warm water and began splashing water on her chest and breasts. Massaging her nipples in doing so. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and listened to the running water.

He walked into her living room and smelled the fireplace. He looked at the couch where she had been sitting…the blanket lay in an unfolded heap…the book lay on the table next to the couch. He picked it up and squinted his eyes to read it.

Nora Roberts “Three Fates”

He sat it down and looked around for a phone again, but saw none. He heard the running water and stumbled towards it…tripping over her rug he clumped around a bit till he regained his balance.

She turned off the water and listened, this time knowing she heard something. She didn’t move…tried not to breath.

She rose from her tub and walked to the bathroom door…her naked body glistened with wetness and her skin tightened with the sudden change in temperature. Bubbles and suds clung to her but tickled as the slowly washed down her back and legs.

She pressed her ear to the door and listened…she heard him…she heard him breathing.

And she smelled blood…she had smelled blood…

She quickly jerked the door open and he stood on the other side…he jumped back and yelled…and he fell to the floor with a crash.

She stood in the door way, naked, looking down at him…he began spitting “I’m sorries” and told her he needed to use her phone and begged her please.

She smirked…

“I was at a party and I had a bit too much to drink…” he cried, whimpered. “I was coming down this dirt road,” he gestured out to the front of her house. “…and I think I slammed into a car, was a guy and some girl…”

She stared at him emotionless.

“I think they’re dead…I think I killed him.” He yelled, crying and sobbing, barely able to talk…he bleed from the head and arm…his blood and the man and girl’s blood puddle on the floor.

“I don’t have a phone here.” She calmly said…and walked back into the bathroom to get her robe…she put it on and let her hair done.

“Get up!” She demanded loudly. “You’re making a damned mess all over my floors.”

He stood up but not quickly enough for her and she helped up him. The blood smelled good to her and she began feeling dizzy and the room spun around.

She rubbed her eyes hard and focused on the bloodied man. “Where are the cars at? Show me the girl and man.”

They walked through her field in front of her house then made their way down her dirt road which cut through a thick wooded area. He breathed hard and seemed to be sobering up. She would push him when he stopped.

Her house was the closest for at least a mile. She bought up most of the land around to keep from having neighbors. Not too many people drove down this road…so to have an accident right near the end of her driveway was almost impossible for her to believe, but sure enough, there it was.

Wasn’t much, just two vehicles pushed in together, one a truck and one a car. From what she saw it really wasn’t that bad.

The man sat in the driver’s seat, his head hung from the side window…bloody from smashing through it. The girl slumped over the dash board. The smell made her dizzy again. She rolled her eyes back and breathed deep…her fangs grew. Her fists clutched till her knuckles turned white.

“And you do not have a cell phone?” She hollered at the drunken man who sat on the road holding his head. He yelled back crying “No.”

“Maybe there’s one in the car.”

She reached in to feel the guys pulse.

Nothing.

She reached farther in, trying to find a light to turn on.

Her arm was grabbed tight and she jerked back but couldn’t. The man had awoken and grabbed her arm, with wild eyes he smiled at her and pulled her closer to him. He bit deep into her arm, taking a chunk of flesh back when he pulled away.

No blood flowed from her wound when she was released. She stepped back from the car in amazement and holding her arm. She didn’t yell or scream but the drunken man knew something was wrong and he stood but was taken down by the young girl who somehow slipped from the passenger side.

He yelled and kicked until a wet crunching noise ended his struggle. The girl sat on top of him, bent over him…feeding.

She was so caught up in the moment of what happened to the drunk that she forgot about the man…who was now up and out the car and coming at her. She swung with her good arm and connected with the left side of his face…his jawbone cracked and broke and his neck twisted and he stumbled back, almost falling down but did not.

With that she ran back towards her house. Running as fast as she could she sensed movement in the woods along her drive. She also sensed that the guy and girl were behind her a distance, following her…she also sensed the drunken was behind her, following her.

“Shit.”

She slammed her door and locked it. She climbed the steps of her attic and folded them up behind her.

She sat holding her arm, which was beginning to heal itself, in her darkened attic. She listened as the horde of zombies marched in through her windows and doors…knocking her valuables over and wrecking her furniture and messing up her floors. Some of them moaned and made horrible noises.

She laid back on a pile of clothes she stored up there but kept her eyes open.

“Damn Halloween.”