Topic: In Darkness, There is Love (Mature Content)

Alice Darling

Date: 2010-11-23 16:20 EST
He has such strong hands.

It's a dance, between us. Who can give first. Who can take.

He comes to hear me sing, now. Sits in the corner, just out of reach of the light. I have to turn away from him, or my words turn to what we are to each other. Afterward, after the lights are out, and the place is closed, he takes me into the shadows, to the place we call home.

There, he shows me how to dance. How to move with him. How to be.

How to feel.

The simplest things are the most pleasurable. The slight smile on his lips when I made him dinner the first time. When I offered him my own heart in my hands.

Is this what Zeus meant when he told me of love? What I had with the god was such a pale comparison to this....burning.

When he slips the knife across my throat, and my blood spills over us both....He does it with such tenderness. Even as I drive my own knife into his side, it brings only the softest gasp from his lips.

When he kisses me, our blood on our lips, I feel as if I could fly.

He has such strong hands.

Homicidal Logic

Date: 2010-11-23 17:36 EST
Playtime.

It's never the same, night to night.

Sometimes there is the subtle sensual seduction, pleasurable and oddly satisfying. There are things said in those momentls that do not need words.

Those nights, there is no need to clean up afterward.

Their own private, unspoken joke. there is still that quiet smile on his lips at the thought.

Tonight, though...it is a different night.

Tonight his prey is a man that thinks himself a predator.

His favorite kind. This one has fresh blood on his hands, and he walk of one that thnks of himself as dangerous.

The black clad figure slips from shadow to shadow, focused and intent. The man knows he is being stalked, can sense it in some dim animal way. Mingling with the cold night air comes the scent of fear.

He knows his Alice is out here somewhere. He doesn't need to see her or smell her or even sense her to know.

That is how he thinks of her...his Alice.

But that is not the primary concern of the moment.

So focused on his prey is he that he is unaware that, tonight, he is not the only one stalking a predator.

He senses her there, behind him, just an instant before the point of her blade finds the base of his neck, pointing downward, ready to seek his heart.

And at the same moment, he feels her lips on his neck, opposite the point pressed to his skin just hard enough for the tip to begin burrowing into his skin.

A soft chuckle in her musical voice as he feels her pressing against his back, her other hand slipping around his torso to press against his chest as she pulls herself against him.

"I saw you...and couldn't resist."

Her voice, in turns amused, delighted and warm as she speaks softly again, ger lips brushing his ear in a way she knows makes him shiver under that stony demeanor. "I win, lover."

That brings a smile to his lips as he turns his head slightly towards hers, his crimson eyes meeting hers as a slight smile creases his lips, his prey forgotten this night, never to know how close Death was behind him.

In the same moment, he extends a hand. The sword that has appeared there is long, as black as shadows...and the point is angled towards his own chest.

With a violent jerk the blade pierces his chest, the sleek shape enabling it to pass through skin, slip between his ribs and through vital organs, stabbing out his back to impale his Alice against him.

Pain lances through him, a deep fire that is nonetheless as sweet as the heat within him that he feels in her presence. Hea hears her sudden gasp of surprise, delight and pain that mingles with his own.

"And does it have to be about winning...?"

His own voice, deceptively harmonious as he turns just enough to brush his lips against hers, his hand coming up to press over the one against his chest.