Date: January 12th, 2013.
Time is of the Essence
Resilience to existence slipped from her grasp, a laugh on the wind pressing against her dulled nerve endings as the acquiesce of remembrance. The air stilled around her, her long chestnuts locks continuing to dance without propellant, her skin almost electric with life, much to her displeasure. She balanced precariously high above the earth, the top floor of the penthouse looking out onto Beijing while the city lived a life she never wanted. Her long fingers wrapped around the sharped claws of a bird-like gargoyle, her body molded to mimic him in a squat, feet pressed to his billowing wings that were frozen forever in time.
Long black strands of silk floated about her, alabaster skin showing from all angles from her waist down, a strip covering each breast in a V shape as it wrapped around her back and moved in tandem with the skirt. Her shoes were lost to her, never a fan of human comfort, her hair clashing against the colors of night sky. The thick brown waves framed her petite features and rolling down her bare back. Gold hues circled tightly around the burnt orange of her iris, her head bowed, eyes closed.
“I know you’re watching.” She whispered to no one and yet the only one she wanted to receive the pain that laced her voice.
“More than six millennia and nothing.” Bitterness bled through her very pores and poisoned the ether.
Her head slowly tilted back, strands of hair spreading and sliding along her cheekbones. The slopping line of her throat to her breasts exposed to the Gods that had forgotten their creation just beyond its commencement. Her eyes opened as the moon spread its pseudo warmth across the planes of her body, her leg muscles clenching as she released her grasp on the statue and slowly rose to her full height. The wind pressed against her, pulling at her to find release in the nothingness below.
Memories of a time when she held emotion played across her brow, her long shapely arms moving so very slowly, so practiced to wrap around her torso. Fingers curved over her defined shoulders, skin so very soft and yet she felt nothing. Her lips parted again, the trace of emotion lost in time.
“Nothing, my love? Did I mean so little to you?” She pressed her cheek against her hand, rubbing softly as if to give, or was it receive, comfort that never existed for those of her kind. She stared deep into the sky, her vision allowing her to press against the edge of the atmosphere, but not deep enough to see them, to see him.
She heard the door behind her open, the sound of his head moving back and forth as he walked to the balcony, disapproval staining the somber moment she held so dear.
“Lillian… please come inside. I hate it when you dangle from the edge, mistress.” Strain wrapped his command and she bothered not in giving him acknowledgement, only releasing herself to push him with the flick of her wrist, his body sliding back into the open door.
His breath escaped his lungs as he fell, the screeching of leather shoes against the tile giving a shiver to the night sky, his anger boiling out to reach for anything human that remained in her. But she’d never been amongst the living so how could she… “I found one like you asked… He’s waiting in your bedroom. Come down from th..”
She flicked her wrist and the door slammed in front of him, cutting him off and plunging her back into the darkness where she felt most alive. She pressed her hand against her shoulder, the other reaching for the sky as if he might reach down and touch her one more time. Only once more… Once would be enough.
“If I ever see you again…” she paused as a red tear slid down her face, her tongue coming out languidly to catch it as her sadness melted into hunger that ripped through her small frame, a wicked smile painting her full red mouth. “… I will find joy for the first time in my existence in the moment that I remove your life from you and drink all of you deep into my body. I will find you and when I do, I’m going to kill you and keep you with me forever. Forever, Michael.”
She retracted her hand and let the other fall, turning and walking without effort along the extension of the building, dropping to the balcony and moving to stand outside her bedroom door. She could smell him long before her eyes laid upon him, an effortless growl pressing against her razor sharp canines. The doors opened before her and she moved in as he stood near the fire, his back to her, strong hands clasped just behind his back.
Jeffery had promised that he would find someone that reminded her of him and from the looks of it, he’d succeeded. Deep groves set along his back and disappeared below his slacks, his shirt and shoes removed. He turned at the sound of her and she stopped just in front of him, moving before he realized she was beside the door one moment and looking up to him the next, her hand on his chest, the other playing with the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping in to touch the tight skin of his hip.
He jolted and laughed nervously, his sea-green eyes wide with fear and then awe. “Y-you scared me.”
He breathed out as she pressed herself in tight, her dress leaving little to the imagination, her cold skin a frightening reality to his fiery hot. She reached up and brought his face to hers, forehead to forehead – licking her lips, the back of her tongue swiping across his own mouth as he shivered.
“Good God you’re beautiful…” He mumbled as he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her as tightly as he could, molding her softness to the hardness he provided. She kissed him, her fingers pressing along his hairline, the smell of his blood beating against her desire to lick him off the floor.
He looked so much like Michael and yet his smell was different, his cheeks to angular, his angst was off. She moved back as he protested. She touched his full lips, her fingers rubbing softly back and forth as she bit as her own lip.
“Shhhhhh don’t speak unless I tell you to.”
He nodded and let his arms drop as she moved around him slowly, stopping just behind him and pulling the small strings at the top of her shoulders, the dark silk falling, leaving her bare. Lillian stepped up and slid her arms around his waist, pressing her full breasts to his taunt back, kissing the top of his spine and slowly dragging her lips down to where his pants started, leaving her naked – and on her knees.
“Turn around slowly and lift your hands to the heavens. If you pray… you need to begin now, my love. Time is of the essence.”