Musk infiltrated the air upon entering; a thick layer of intoxicating vile stung my nostrils, tightened the looseness of my throat as I peered waywardly about the room. Settled dust on the mantles, lined with extrapolating nothingness, reminiscent of the patrons whose dead eyes barrelled to their own specific attentions, ignant. Situating myself on a smaller stool settled somberly in the corner, I observed the one particular waitress whose crow eyes flanked a flirtatious sentiment restlessly, she appeared to be starting towards myself and I wrung my hands uneasily together on the rough table's surface.
Upon reaching me, her eyes fell significantly and her pepper tone dropped to a solid wall, bearing down I beared up. "What can I get for you?" she snipped, lips pursed and nails clenching impatiently around square hips.
"Your richest red," I tutted back, my red lips pulled into a lurching smirk which apparantly freightened the woman, her staggered step backwards and towards the dank bar echoed her fast beating heart, hammering against a most certainly fragile cage.
Filtered eyes cast glances irregularly, my preference as the lesser than the more veiled by the corners' shadow may I remain until my hunger most indefinitely seeps through myself, grabbing ahold of what little logical nature is left burrowing outwards to escape the impending defeat. Time passed and with each glass the snake-eyed woman was becoming more disheartened to be refilling me, I took greater pleasure upon it as I stared into her. There was this impassable cloud of self assurity about her, one I would be most sufficely willing to dissipitate as if grinding a piece of ripe grass between nimble nails.
Most of the liquid I continued recieving was swallowed distastefully, but a haze still affected my perception as hours rode on. Patrons coming and going, but the waitress and I remained as if the only two material in the world and the rest were the embodying extractions of our minds. I could sense the uneasement before her mouth opened, greeting me again with intolerance, "Have you enough, lass?" her hiss whipped out at me but instead of the intended sting it had in its initial resolve, I felt the onslaugt of a greater desire to take her heated despise and give to her my true response instead of my unfaltering smirk. She fueled me to reach out and snatch the air of dignity amongst the wintered residences.
Patience was greatly understood to me, the need to wait if you wish to savour your victory, to shackle yourself down before lashing with true ferocity in determind advancement. I did not intend to respond, tonight I choose a more tedious approach, having the boredom of eternal forever now encroaching.
She lingered before snarling and turning back again with my emptied glass, her disgust was now enthralling me as excitement rushed from my fingertips to my thighs. The physical enrapture was beginning, building exumebably(sp?!) till it boiled like an unnatural disease leeching 'neath my skin. I reckoned no need for an extraneous amount of patience from here-on, anticipating her to stumble into me, venomously.
Outside it was damp between the back and the brick of the opposite building, a melodic drip sequenced off the roofs. What was once only physical now did what I had been preserving for; the overwhelming lurid fire that overtook my sense and logic, feeding the fierce flames. A click sounded from the door to the bar, I slipped further into my darkened sheet, even though I could smell what I had imprinted in my memory that was of her, certainty was always preferable. She slunk out of the doorway, gently locking and closing it behind her. A pius sigh released her tense muscles, her hands wearily lit a cigarette to her dried lips as she walked on, her coat wrapped close.
Roughly twenty-five steps stood between me obtaining what I felt blindingly necessary and defeat. No thought. Let it slip from your head, no distractions, just do.
When I had felt her precious warmth against my hands which fought with ease to hold her against the wall, I came into control with the fire, understanding that I had what I wanted. "You think you are better than all of them, tsk," I grinned, glaring up at her. She still felt confident against what appeared to be my small, frail form which held her in this defensive stance.
"Get off of me," she growled, placing her hands on either side of me and pushing as hard as she could muster. I felt the strength though did not move from its force, my eyes stared hard into hers as they faltered in fear. It was only a flash of it.
"How naive," I mutter to myself, she cannot grasp yet what lies for her? How ignorant humanity is, and how shatteringly strenious. I grew tiresome of their games and woes, must make this pass quickly.
"If you don't unhand m-"
I covered her mouth with my hand, now using my hips to hold her in her place. I pressed all of my weight against her, knocking the breath from her lungs. There was silence now, asides from the rythmatic tap of water. Closing the distance between my barring teeth and her neck was the final release of noise, a small squeal slipped through her lips until my poison irrevocably penetrated her. Once it was done, I stood with clean lips and momentarily regarded her still form. "Useless," I mumbled before turning and leaving her to the unforgiving cool of night.
No grievance found its way home with me, to the four walls that encased my days that were becoming shuttered and detatched from myself. Retiring was the evident choice as the unnerving itch crept through my veins, in cautious warning. And sleep did not come, instead just a thin veil of nothing pattented itself.
In this pause many things come to me, but they are ill in their intentions so best are set to fester elsewhere instead of seeding itself in the forefront.
