Love Lies Bleeding
Disclaimer: Copyright to the author Oct 2002. Thanks to Steph and the
Academy for the invite to participate. This story has a bit of strong language
in it, but apart from that it should be safe enough to read.
Have I ever been in love?
Well. What a question. Im not sure I really want to answer
Because its personal. I dont want to talk about it.
No, it was a long time ago.
I suppose so, but it doesnt make it any less painful.
More so, in fact. With every year that passes, the loss gets driven deeper under
the skin until you can persuade yourself that youve almost forgotten about
it. But its still there, jabbing at your heart.
Was it the real thing? None of your damn business.
Of course I can tell the difference. A crush you remember; its like a
tickle in your heart. But love goes bone deep; it burrows in and fills all the
spaces in your head until you cant think of anything else. It takes over.
Do I? Funny, I dont think of myself as bitter. But we never see ourselves
the way others see us, do we?
Did she love me? Ah, well now, that is the million dollar question.
Did she love me?
It wasnt love at first sight or anything crazy like that. Id known
of her for a while - a friend of mine, Ray, used to hang around with the same
crowd. He used to tell me all about the things theyd do, what theyd
get up to. Used to talk about her all the time, he did. I was going through a
rough patch so I tagged along one night and that was it.
We used to do all kinds of stuff - nothing too rowdy but it usually involved
beer. Sometimes wed just sit in a bar all night, drinking and smoking, just
hanging out and talking, or playing games like pool, darts or even dominoes. Or
wed go clubbing till all hours, maybe take in a movie or go see a play -
all kinds of things Id never done before. Thats what made it so appealing,
see - hanging round in a big crowd, always someone to talk to, always someone
to flirt with. I felt like I belonged somewhere.
Of course, I noticed her straight off. Hard not to really - she was the glue
that bound us all together. The leader of the pack, and with all the charisma
to carry it off. Of course, it was hard to get to her - she was always surrounded
by her coterie and it was tough getting into that inner circle at first, even
though we all wanted to. There was just something about being around her.
Strange how that was. But I guess when you think about it, we were all at that
vulnerable stage - not when the hormones kick in at adolescence and testosterone
or oestrogen surges through the body and distorts the judgement. I wish I could
say that I was an impressionable teenager but I wasnt. None of us were,
but most of us were going through that stage where youre starting to evaluate
your life and youre finding it wanting. All I knew was that there was a
huge hole in my life - a gaping chasm of nothing, an echoing emptiness at my core
and I had no idea what was missing until I got to know Her.
At first the companionship was enough. Hanging around with people, similar
interests or polar opposites - didnt matter, it pushed the loneliness back
a while. At the time, in the early days, I didnt look at Her in that way
- she was too far away, out of my reach; on a pedestal for us all. Id been
flirting with another girl in the group; a cute blonde with shapely legs and heavy
breasts. And a nice personality. We used to have a laugh together and Im
sure she liked me too because her nose used to crinkle and turn ever so slightly
red at the tip when I used to sidle up to her in the bar and whisper naughty things
into her lovely little ear.
We were sitting opposite in a booth in a noisy bar, surrounded by the rest
of the gang and trying to enjoy a few snatched minutes of privacy.
"He used to hang around here all the time, but I havent seen him
for a long while now," Ella said as she swept her gaze around the room absently.
"Boyfriend, was he?" I asked, casually. "You talk enough about
"Hardly," she replied. "Just a really good friend. He ate at
the big table, anyway." She nodded towards the bar, where our charismatic
leader was holding court. "Guess he fell out of favour, cos he just
disappeared one day. She has this effect on people; one minute theyre all
over her, next its like they were never here."
"You wouldnt forget me that quickly
" I gave her a huge,
cheeky grin and she replied in kind.
Ella picked up her empty glass and twirled it around in her delicate fingers,
before a grin cracked across her face. "Is that your foot thats moving
up and down my leg?"
"Of course not," I lied as my foot strayed up her leg again. "You
must be imagining things again." Ray and I had a bet on that Id get
lucky with her that night - hed tried and failed, so we figured - okay,
I figured - that I stood a better chance. I really did like her, though; it wasnt
all bravado and sex.
"Like Im imagining its your turn to get the drinks, I suppose?"
I remember grinning at her as I propped my elbows on the bar top and waited
for the bartender to spot me.
"Cute girl." I was still staring at my little blonde prospect and
merely nodded at the voice at my left elbow. "Sister? Friend?" The voice
was rich and smooth with a Jack Daniels burr to it. Quite sexy sounding,
I remember thinking whilst still smiling at my date in the booth. "Girlfriend?"
"You better believe it," I returned, injecting as much cocksure arrogance
into my response as I could. I turned, an egotistical smirk spreading my lips
It was Her. Up close, and in my personal space. And her smirk put mine to shame.
"Nice," she purred, still smiling. "Good luck with it."
One delicate, dark eyebrow arched sardonically. "Hate for you to find yourself
edged out of the competition." Her blood-red lips parted, revealing a teasing
flash of blindingly white and perfectly regular teeth.
Her presence was slightly disorienting. "Im not into sharing,"
"Neither am I," she retorted smoothly. "But I see, and I like
- and I just might take." She turned her eyes away from my intrigued - and
I could tell, extremely flattered - companion, and I almost gasped out loud at
the heat I felt spreading through my body as they raked over me with an appraising
"You couldnt." My blood was up; leader of the pack she might
have been, but throw down the gauntlet and I couldnt resist. Pride and all
that, you know. And I wasnt slow to see a main chance when it came my way
- this was my opportunity to show her that I was more than just a tag-along. I
too could stand eating at the big table.
She felt it too, I could tell. Her jade eyes gleamed and her nostrils flared
slightly, scenting the hormones which spiked the air. "A challenge?"
she teased. "Be careful; you wont win. Everybody falls in love with
me if I want them to. Im irresistible."
"Not to me." The bone-white of her skin shone eerily under the harsh
lights of the bar, her cheekbones and under-eyes hollowed with purpled shadows.
I found her unusual, striking even, but not beautiful. The startlingly green eyes
added to the mix, staring out of her face with a faerie glow. They were mesmerising.
"I wasnt meaning you, but if you insist
" She grinned
again, those lovely, plump lips creasing, the tip of her tongue flicking out to
moisten them. She examined me again, the flicker of mirth dying in those astonishing
eyes, leaving them with a curiously dead expression in their depths. "Be
careful; you dont want to take me on. Ill win. And Ill have
your girlfriend if I want her. Youll stay out of it, if you know whats
good for you."
She clicked her fingers, and the barman was immediately in front of her, a
slavish expression on his puppy-eyed face. With a drink in each hand, she kicked
away from the bar and sashayed across the room.
She was true to her word. As determined as an arrow, she flew right over to
my little blonde. And all I could do was watch.
Ray was blubbering wetly over his beer. Hed been all starry-eyed over
Her, felt he was making moves and getting through, until shed spotted Ella.
Suddenly he was out in the cold and he didnt like it.
"Whats the matter with you, man?"
"Your goddamn blonde chick! Shes stolen her away from me."
He threw a slug of amber beer down his throat and angrily wiped the foam moustache
My eyes glinted in the dim, orange light of the overhead bulb. "She was
never yours, man - shes got the pick of the bunch and she plays us all off
against each other."
"Thats crap. She was into me." His eyes hardened. "Couldnt
you keep your fucking blonde bitch under control? What, are you so bad in bed,
that she had to go find someone else?"
"What the fucks that supposed to mean? Dont get on my fucking
case, because you didnt get your piece of ass
" I shoved him in
the shoulder, smarting from his comments.
"It wasnt like that! It wasnt just about sex with her
His shoulders drooped and his tone became less combative, morose once more. "I
couldve gone without sex
My eyebrows almost shot up into my scalp. "Youre kidding, right?
You, go without sex? Since when?"
He stared me right at me, a lost look in his eyes. "I love her. I really
I watched him shrink into himself, wilt and fall like a flower denied the sun.
Hed drooped and moped for weeks, ever since shed taken Ella into her
inner circle. Normally such a larger-than-life, blustering bear of a man, hed
become almost unrecognisable from the friend that I knew. If this is
what love does, I had thought to myself, then I want none of
But there was no escape. She wasnt one to let a fish off the hook, once
the squirming had impaled it further. Ray had squirmed, and she had watched him
until the time was right.
Which, apparently, was now.
Suddenly, she was there, sliding onto the bench beside him, rubbing her canvas-clad
thigh against his as she settled into place. His face was guarded and delighted
at the same time. She flashed me a brief, dismissive smile, then turned the full
force of her personality onto Ray.
I noticed the flicker of jealousy from my blonde, who watched us closely from
a neighbouring booth. I glared at her, not bothering to hide my resentment, before
turning my baleful stare back onto Ray and his new companion.
Her long, chestnut hair swept across her face, hiding half her features as
her head flicked around towards me. I felt a momentary spike of excitement as
those ethereal eyes met mine. "Dont you have somewhere else to be?"
That dashed the excitement. "No," I replied curtly, not bothering
to stop my feelings from glaring out of my eyes.
She laughed at me, almost approvingly. "Then well go. We have something
private to be doing."
She slithered out from under the table, Rays hand grasped in hers. "Cmon,
lover - lets see if absence has made the heart grow fonder
With a triumphant backward glance, she left the bar, pulling Ray out with her.
A stupid grin was plastered all over his face.
Looks like they were back on again. And if looks could kill, Ella wouldve
been done for murder right then.
Whenever I saw Ray after that, he was always with her, looking variously ecstatic,
joyful, furious or jealous depending on what hoops she was making him jump through
on that particular occasion.
I often think of him, even now. Regret not spending more time with him, finding
out how things were really going. I didnt think hed just take off
like that, you see, but I guess in the end he just couldnt deal with the
roller-coaster relationship. Particularly when she got bored with him and got
back on with the blonde.
She told me theyd rowed, and hed split. I couldnt believe
hed just take off like that, without a word, but he had. I got a postcard
from him a few weeks later, the writing scrawled so badly as to be almost unrecognisable,
saying hed been so cut up by the row, the love, the betrayal that he just
couldnt take it anymore. That hed moved abroad, got himself a sweet
new life. That I should come visit one day.
Shed come to commiserate, with my Ella hanging off her arm adoringly.
"Dont worry about Ray," shed reassured me. "I got a
card off him. Hes cool, hes where he always wanted to be. Doing something
useful with his life, so I understand. Good for him."
One more smile, and she was gone.
Strange how wounded pride can develop into a pure, sweet hatred if its
goaded enough, and thats what she did with me. Flaunted her conquest, teased
me with her teasing of my blonde. I wouldnt have minded - it wasnt
like Id been engaged to Ella or anything, we hadnt even had sex -
but having her deliberately stolen away from right under my nose like that just
plain irked. It festered nicely, and she knew it. I swear to God she loved stirring
It didnt help that she was looking plump and rosy-cheeked, obviously
prospering. Screwing my Ella was doing wonders for her health.
I started to drift away from the group - Ray wasnt there, the rest of
the gang ignored me because of the way I treated her, and she drove me crazy so
what was the point of sticking around just to have her rub my nose in it? But
it was like shed notice, and all of a sudden shed be really attentive.
Almost like she was offering an olive branch. And I was so tempted to take it,
every time she laid eyes on me, somehow I was tempted.
I fought it, though. Every time she made an effort, I made damn sure she knew
just how much I despised her, just how pathetic her constant need for adoration
was. Oddly enough, she seemed to like me more for it. I guess I was the only one
from her constantly-changing coterie who stood up to her. Maybe she respected
that? I dont know.
All I really remember was how much I hated her for ruining things. For once
Id found some kind of acceptance, only to see it all fall away. I grew more
and more resentful at what Id lost, I missed Ray more and more, until all
I could think about was how much I hated her for spoiling things, for making me
lose my best friend, for getting in the way of a fucking good screw with a cute
blonde. Any reason I could think up, to make myself keep hating her.
Weird how quickly hatred could turn into obsession.
The say its a fine line between love and hate. Its even muddier
when obsession sits squarely in the middle.
It was a chill October evening, and I was sitting all alone in a diner, newspaper
spread out over the red formica table top and chewing on a burger when I felt
a warm body shuck up to me.
"Havent seen you around for a while."
I stared at her in silence for a minute, quite stunned to see her sitting next
to me. It wasnt one of their usual haunts; Id been making sure I steered
clear of her hang-outs since I realised the kind of obsession I was developing
just wasnt healthy.
"Didnt like the company I was keeping," I replied shortly before
turning back to my paper.
"Pity. I kinda missed the edge you bring." Seeing my raised eyebrow,
she clarified. "Sometimes being surrounded by a load of suck-ups can be a
pain in the ass. Youre different. I like that." She shrugged her heavy
duffel coat around her. Looked like shed lost weight again; her cheeks were
hollow and her eyes were sunken and heavy-lidded, like glittering emeralds half
buried in the sand.
"Thanks for the compliment." I remember I could feel my heart thudding
in my chest and I was sure she could too, it was so loud. I turned away again,
and motioned for the waitress to come over. She refilled my coffee, and took my
unwanted companions order. "Dont bother making yourself at home.
Im sure your suck-upsll be missing you."
She ignored the jibe. "Seriously, I was wondering where youd got
to." The waitress arrived and plonked down a plain white mug in front of
her, then filled it with coffee. She curled her fingers around the handle and
inhaled the steaming liquid before gingerly bringing it to her lips.
"Didnt think you cared." I was sure I kept the bitterness out
of my voice, but her lips curled slightly and I knew shed caught it.
"I notice when my people disappear." She flicked me a glance, then
sipped from her mug.
"Really? Funny that, because Ive noticed a lot of them do. What
is it - they wise up to you? Cant stand to stay around you for too long?"
Her eyes narrowed, a steel core appearing in the pupils as she glared at me.
"People serve a purpose, then move on. Its called human nature."
She snapped her eyes away and took another draught of her drink. "Look, I
know youre sore about Ella. You shouldnt have gotten my competitive
juices running - I warned you that youd lose. But I am sorry. I probably
shouldnt have been so in-your-face about it."
I tossed her a quick glance; she seemed genuinely remorseful. I shrugged, and
bit into my burger again, making the ketchup ooze out onto my fingers. I licked
them clean, and watched as her eyes followed the movement of my tongue and fingers.
"Watching Ella follow you around like some love-sick puppy really got
to me. A pride thing, you know?" She nodded. "So, have you finished
"Shes still around."
"Havent gotten bored screwing her yet then
"Its not like that," she said, placing her coffee cup carefully
on the table and levelling an earnest gaze at me. "Im not that callous;
I dont use people just for sex. Ella means something to me - she has to,
otherwise it just doesnt work."
I have to admit, she was surprising me more and more. I had such a fixed idea
of her - one Id built up over months of stewing resentment - and I wasnt
sure I felt comfortable with this new picture I was getting. I caught myself almost
liking her. Dangerous, when I already had this always-in-my-mind, obsessive thing
"Im sorry." She nodded at my muttered apology, and we sat in
silence for a while, both sipping our drinks, sharing the paper and exchanging
comments and views about the news. It felt comfortable. As soon as I realised
that, I jumped to my feet, tossed some notes onto the table and stalked out quickly.
No way I was getting caught in the bitchs net.
I often saw her after that; at first, shed drop into cafes and bars where
I was hanging out and just have a drink and a chat. Then, she started inviting
me back out with the crowd crazy pool games, trips to the casino, dew-lapped
midnight picnics in the winter parks where we sat on the frosted grass, sipping
beers and eating sandwiches until the police threw us out.
She made it clear to the crew that she wanted me there; that she accepted me.
That I was one of hers. They soon got the message - I was back and in the inner
circle. I still needled her, still baited her. She had enough love-slaves around
her, she didnt need me to be one more. Besides, I wasnt besotted with
her. Obsessed, certainly - in love, maybe, but it was a hard, real love - not
this mush-covered, Harlequin, cult leader crap that she got covered in every day.
Find it hard to believe that, do you? That I could love someone who was so
nasty, so undeserving? Youll learn; you cant always choose who you
fall for, even if you do spend a lifetime denying it. And when you were with her,
when she was focusing all her attention on you and making you feel like you were
the most important person on the planet to her - well, then it seemed to make
sense that you loved her.
It was only when I was away from her that I wondered what the hell I was doing.
Shed dragged us all off to a Halloween party, held in one of the more
notorious nightclubs on the outskirts of the city. Getting into the spirit of
things, Id rented a tux and a flowing cape, slathered my hair in gel, drawn
a widows peak onto my forehead with brown eyeliner, slipped a pair of plastic
false teeth into my mouth and slobbered, "I vant to suck yourrr blaaaadddd
over anyone whod let me.
Festooned with dangling rubber bats and spiders, the dingy nightclub was like
an oversized magic lantern theatre, filled with ghoulish sights backlit by the
grinning pumpkins and melting candles in Gothic holders all the clichés
you could think of. Every sort of Halloween costume had been bought, stolen or
Hers was wonderful. She had come as Morticia, and she looked absolutely fabulous.
The midnight velvet dress caressed her curves and her dark, chestnut hair framed
an ivory face, purple shadows adding dramatic relief to her eyes and cheekbones.
It was only when I saw her up close that I realised she wasnt wearing
make-up. Her remarkable grass-green eyes seemed muted with tiredness, and a faint
network of lines traced her brow and mouth. And shed lost weight too.
"God, you look like shit," I shouted at her over the nightclub noise
when she sat opposite me at the table. "When was the last time you ate?"
She shot me a look. "A while ago." She twisted around, searching
for something, then crooked her finger - a zombie appeared at her elbow and placed
a cocktail in front of her. "Virgins blood," she explained, taking
a sip. "Want some?" I shook my head, my lip curling at the drink. "Obviously
its not, you dumbass. Vodka and cranberry juice, renamed specially
for the occasion." Her eyes sparkled, making my stomach do a faint flip.
"Id prefer a Long, Slow Comfortable Screw myself," I teased,
a slow smile spreading across my face.
"Would you now?" she teased back. "We havent even dated.
Im not that kind of girl."
"A kiss, then." The request slipped out almost without me realising.
She saw the blush that bloomed on my neck, even though I tried to make it look
like it was part of our banter.
"Ask me tomorrow," she growled while holding my gaze, reluctance
showing in her eyes.
"Why wait till then?" I leaned across the table and placed
my hand over hers, caressing the back of her hand lightly with my fingertips.
She didnt pull away. I decided to take a chance, and see how far I could
push this. "Its just one little kiss. What harm can it do?"
"Youd be surprised." She slid her hand out from underneath
mine and made to rise; I grabbed her again and pulled her back down into her chair.
Leaning forward once more, I brought my lips up close to hers until I could feel
the energy crackling between us. I paused before allowing our lips to touch; the
surge of electricity was amazing - it lit up my whole body until I could feel
every cell inside me pulling towards her lips, every drop of blood crashing up
through my arteries and capilleries, trying to pour my whole self into her.
With an animalistic cry of hunger, she pulled me in and suckled at my lips
until I began to feel weak with it. Then, just as suddenly, she threw me aside;
I landed astride two chairs, stumbling as I tried to regain my equilibrium.
"What price, a kiss?" she hissed, dashing her hand across her lips
swiftly as though trying to erase the memory of me from them. "Would you
give your life for one?"
"Maybe I would," I gasped, still panting from the intensity of the
experience wed shared. It was as if I had given myself over to her and I
just wanted to dive back into it and keep on giving. Her blazing green eyes enticed
me, entrapped me, begged me to just jump into her. I made to capture her lips
again but she backed up.
"You damn fool." She slapped me across my flushed face.
"What else is worth dying for?" I babbled, desperately trying to
scrabble around the table and block her exit as she tried to dash away. Luckily,
her clinging dress hampered her speed, and I managed to grab hold of a bare arm
and yanked her back to me. "You know you want me, its in your eyes.
It was in your kiss - the need
"Yes, I need
but not you, not you
" She pushed me away
again, her face as pale as marble but her eyes were gleaming, as though all the
energy in her body was centred in them. "Its Ella I need
She plucked my former girlfriend from the speechless crowd which had gathered
around us, and pulled her in close. "Its Ellas turn now. I know
she loves me, whereas you
" She flicked me a green-eyed glance.
"Yeah," I spat back at her. "Go back to your little lap-dog.
If its puppy love you want, go and take your fill. I dont love you,
not like that." My lip curled and deliberately, I turned my back, grabbed
my Dracula cloak and wrapped it around myself as I watched her drag Ella out towards
the toilets. "Go take your fucking little bitch and screw her
I snarled. "Go run away from me
" I tossed the rest of her Virgins
Blood down my neck and tried to calm my thundering heart and draw air into my
choking chest. "You dont really think Ill leave it at that, do
you?" I thumped my fist on the table as attraction turned to anger. "You
want me, I want you - and this time, Im gonna take what I want. Make a fucking
fool of me again!" I grabbed up the empty cocktail glass, smashed it against
the stone wall of the club and ran towards the toilets.
They were hidden in a candle-lit alcove on the cellar steps. She had Ella up
against the wall, fingers curled in her blonde hair and one hand splayed on the
wall behind her as she alternately nuzzled and sniffed the girls neck, making
Ella groan and cry out as her arousal built.
"Do you love me?" she was asking Ella, her voice thick with urgency.
"Do you love me?" Ella could do nothing but grunt her answer. "Tell
me you love me
" Ella managed, earning a growl of relief
from her lover and a skin-searing kiss in response to her declaration.
It made me sick to see them. Instead of howling my anguish, I hurled on the
When Id finished, they were lip-locked, with Ella groaning and squirming
while She held her close and braced them both against the wall. The candlelight
flickered around them, casting grotesque shadows on the rough, red painted stone
walls and blended its sickly yellow beams with the green light which seemed to
be glowing around her like an aura.
Ellas movements became more intense, almost frantic. Thrashing her head
around, she tried to break lip contact but her head was clamped in place as She
suckled and drank from her lips greedily. Soon, her struggles grew weaker and
I marvelled at the level of arousal that was reducing her knees to jelly just
from kisses, and got even more bitter because it wasnt me whose legs were
collapsing, who was sliding down the wall and pooling in a boneless heap at Her
I barely noticed the thin trickle of blood which ran from Ellas mouth.
"Thank you." The short sentence echoed in the narrow space, but got
no response from its recipient. Bright emerald eyes closed and she leaned against
the wall, almost as though she was gathering her energies. Already I could see
her cheeks plumping and shading, the face looking less cavernous. "Your love
lets me live. I know thats what you wouldve wanted." She paused,
her head in her hands for a moment. "Im so sorry," she muttered
as she stepped away from Ella, then leaned down and rolled her down the stairs
and into the cellar. There was a heavy, sickening crunch as she hit each step.
"What the hell do you think youre doing?" I screamed, leaping
down the stairs after her. I could tell Ella was dead when I lifted her head up;
her eyes were staring out of her face, all the life and colour and vibrancy drained
from her. She felt cold already. "Youve killed her!"
"No, its not like that, you dont understand. I didnt
kill her - its what she wanted."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I screamed, trying to shake
Ella back to life. I didnt want to believe what Id seen. "She
didnt ask you to strangle her!"
"I didnt strangle her!" It was true - Ellas neck was
smooth and tan, with no trace of any marks or signs of any struggle. "She
knew what I needed and she gave it to me."
"What you needed? What are you, some sort of psycho serial killer?"
I dropped Ella carefully to the floor once more, and rose. "Kill to get your
"I kill because I have to!" she fired back at me, her eyes kindling
with dark green fire. "Dont you?"
"I dont kill!" I gasped, aghast at the suggestion. "Dont
you dare suggest Im like you!"
"You eat meat, dont you?"
"Oh my God
" I staggered back, stunned by the realisations that
were suddenly crowding into my consciousness. "You need people to love you
She was above me on the stairs, and I couldnt see any way past her. "Thats
where you get your energy from, why you need a gang of rabid fans following you
around. Like ready meals." Slowly, I took the steps towards her.
"We all have to survive." Her eyes were piercing in the weak candlelight,
the pupils a dark jade colour as they fastened onto mine. I could feel her drawing
me in, wanting me and for a moment, I wondered what it would be like to surrender
myself to her.
"What do you do - hypnotise us first, so we cant put up a struggle?"
I turned my eyes away, breaking that mesmerising contact. "You killed Ray,
didnt you? He loved you, and you took advantage of him."
"He wanted me. He wanted to be a part of me forever, and now he is. Just
like all the others. Just like you could be
you know you want to."
Her gleaming eyes held a hunger in their depths, her need burning through their
irises and into mine. I tried to shelter my eyes from their harmful rays, but
she grabbed me and started kissing my neck and cheeks.
"No fucking chance!" I pushed her away, startling her with my strength.
She was obviously used to stunning her victims before she moved in. Quickly though,
she recovered and ensnared me again. "I know the way you feel about me, Ive
seen it in your eyes. All those insults, that hatred - we both know what it really
meant." She placed her lips on top of mine, and immediately I could feel
the pull of her; the urge to just throw myself at her was overwhelming. "You
dont deny it
I felt my hands come up to her breasts, trying to push her away but the feel
of her flesh under my fingers was making my head swirl. "I dont
I hate you
"You love me
say it, please
I need you to say it." She
kissed me again. "I need you to tell me you love me
I heard Ellas reply; I saw her and I saw Ray, with her lips moving all
over their bodies, pleading with them to give themselves over to her. And they
had. With a cry, I shoved her away - she stumbled on the stairs a little, allowing
me to get a few feet ahead of her on the staircase. "I do not love you!"
"Liar!" she hissed, her face grotesque with hunger as she grabbed
me again. "I can taste the love in you; it runs so deep. So pure
I could feel the life ebbing out of me as she plundered me, and I couldnt
stop myself from gasping out the words she so wanted to hear.
As soon as I said them, she started sobbing herself, pushed me away and sank
to her knees, huddled on the steps. "Get away from here
go, before I change my mind
"What?" I felt smashed open, devastated with the unexpected rejection.
all my life, Ive had to take love. Its
never been like this. I cant take your love. I just cant." She
turned her face to the wall. "Get the hell out of here before I change my
mind!" I hesitated, desperate to get as far away from her as I could and
yet needing somehow to stay. She turned and growled, her face suddenly hideous,
the eyes cold as jewels and her mouth snarling.
I backed away slowly, then ran like hell was behind me.
I never saw her again. I searched and searched for years for her, desperate
to track her down and persuade her that we could have a life together, that we
could find ways to satiate her need without killing but shed gone.
Funny really - she took my love with her after all. I was never able to feel
anything for anyone, after her. Ive had an incredibly lonely life, you just
wouldnt believe it. All those people who tell you that its better
to have loved and lost - theyre naïve, theyre foolish. Propaganda
for the broken-hearted masses - dont believe any of it. I wish Id
never fallen for her; I wish Id never met her.
I hate her so much.
Thats what love does to you.