Monthly Archives: April 2015
Westbrook sat at the base of the windmill waiting on Wilbur, his lover of the past four years. If only he and Wilbur could stroll the streets together, what a dream that was. “Wes.” Wilbur’s soothing voice tickled his senses. That intimate nickname sent a shiver down his spine despite the warm weather. He glanced to the side to find Wilbur cresting the hill to have a seat next to him. Wilbur’s familiar warmth made him sigh. “I have missed you like the flower misses the butterfly.” He leaned in and Westbrook felt a gentle kiss to his neck.
“You speak such sweet things.” Westbrook said and turned, seeking those lips. Wilbur kissed him and Westbrook’s toes curled. “Even after four years you do wicked things to me.”
A grin made Wilbur seem devilish. “Shall we pray for four more?”
Westbrook stifled a chuckle and leaned into Wilbur’s body to rest his head in the crook of Wilbur’s shoulder. “Only four?” He asked against heated skin and placed a kiss.
Wilbur shivered. “Yes, four. Then four more and so on until one can no longer count the stars in the sky.”
“An impossible task.” Westbrook licked Wilbur’s neck tasting the salt from his sweat.
“It would take an eternity.” Wilbur said.
He hummed. “An eternity with you. If only such a dream were possible.”
Wilbur pulled away to look Westbrook in the eye. His expression turned pensive. “If eternity were possible you would stay with me?”
Westbrook let out a small sigh and a slight smile tugged the corners of his mouth. He moved a lock of hair behind Wilbur’s ear. “An eternity would not quench my thirst for you.”
Something changed in Wilbur’s gaze. “Even if I were a monster?”
He frowned. “You are no monster, my love.”
“Oh,” Wilbur leaned forward, pointed fangs Westbrook never saw before pressed against his lower lip, “but I am a monster, Wes, a monster of the wickedest caliber.” His eyes gleamed ever so slightly with a red tinge. A low, barely herd rumble vibrated deep within his chest.
Westbrook reached for Wilbur’s face. His finger tips grazed Wilbur’s lip to feel the hard, smooth surface of his fangs. His gaze settled there as if welded. “Do you wish to frighten me?”
“Do I?” There was a harsh, acidic edge to his voice as if he expected Westbrook to confirm something horrible he already knew.
Westbrook didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned in and took Wilbur’s mouth in a kiss. Sharp pain sliced his lip but Westbrook didn’t care. “You are no monster to me.” Something wet, blood he assumed, trickled down his chin. Wilbur’s gaze affixed to his bleeding lip. “You will be with me? Like me?”
“For you I will be the devil himself. Aw!” Pain sliced down his neck as Wilbur’s fangs sank into his neck. Wilbur’s crushing force threatened to snap his neck.
Wilbur withdrew and Westbrook slumped against him. Searing cold agony spread from that spot to seep into every crevice of his body. “It’ll be over soon.” Wilbur promised before he sank into the dark depths of hell.
Vaughn stepped onto the stage before six hundred empty seats. One light shone on him as if he were the most important man alive. A violin hung in his grasp, the bow trailed the wooden floor in his other hand.
Voss could see a long fresh scare running the length of his left forearm from his vantage point at the back of the music hall. He watched as Vaughn looked out over the empty seats. The man’s grip on the violin tightened and his chest heaved.
With a roar, Vaughn lifted the violin and smashed it against the wooden surface of the stage. The instrument splintered sending thousands of pieces in every which direction. Vaughn continued to smash until there was nothing left but wood chips and string. “Why?!” He screamed so loud Voss had to look away in respect for Vaughn’s anguish.
He collapsed to his knees with a sob that tore Voss’ heart out. Voss wanted to go to Vaughn but he knew Vaughn didn’t want him right now. Vaughn didn’t want anything except to play the violin again but that would never happen. His life’s work, his life’s love, was taken away from him eight weeks ago in a car accident. Some drunk driver ran a red light and took the most important thing in Vaughn’s life away.
Vaughn rocked back and forth while holding himself. The remnants of the violin crunched under his shifting weight adding a disturbing backdrop to his sobbing wails.
Voss swallowed his own emotion and got up to make his way down to the stage. He walked up the steps at either end of the stage, his shoes ground bits of wood as he went. He knelt before Vaughn and reached out. “No!” Vaughn explained while trying to push him away. “No! I don’t want…” He collapsed into Voss with a shuddering wail that Voss felt to his bones.
He held Vaughn as tightly as he could. “I’m so sorry.” He said into Vaughn’s hair. His words meant nothing but he had to say them anyway. “I’m so sorry…”
The world was alight, bathed in oranges, reds, and flashes of white. The colors swirled together as seen through water. Ull thought the sight beautiful. Dark red floated up, blood his mind provided, to mix with the stunning array before him. Bubbles danced before him adding to the serenity that was his last moments.
Ull sank father into the depths, water rushed down his throat but Ull was too mesmerized to care. Something blocked the stunning array above, something large. A shark?
Hands gripped his arms from behind and the world of melting color became farther away. Soon Ull found himself on something firm yet yielding. Booming sounds of cannon fire echoed in the distance.
Ull coughed producing water. Lips met his and air forced its way into his chest. He coughed again, this time nearly dispelling all foreign liquids. Fire raced down his leg only to shoot back up to settle in his lower back. Ull groaned.
Something slimy touched his exposed leg. Ull was in too much pain to care. Warmth spread from that touch. It was an abnormal heat, almost too hot, but it numbed the pain in his leg considerably.
After what seemed an eternity and a moment wrapped together the heat and that touch disappeared. Ull rolled onto his back and blinked the night sky into focus. His head lulled to the side and he blinked again. A naked man sat on the beach with him. Least half a naked man, the other half was that of a fish. A merman?
“You saved me.” He said to the creature.
The creature looked at him quizzically like a dog. “I did.” His words were distorted as if he was speaking through something thick.
Ull relaxed down into the sand with a sigh. “Thank you.” His vision blurred distorting the exotic man until there was nothing but darkness.