It was late and as I walked home from the party I wrapped my coat tight around my shoulders. It wasn't too cold, but the night air was crisp and cool against my face and I didn't want it to penetrate through to my body as I made my way home. I was dressed in a little black halter neck dress, high strappy shoes and a little black lace thong, the coat offering no protection to the kiss of the night air in my most intimate place.
I walked through the silent streets, dreading the moment when I would have to walk down the alley. Everyone knows about the alley. It is dark and dirty...always wet.
A bit like me, I chuckled in my head.
The alley is notorious for the riff raff it attracts. Numerous girls have gone missing in the area apparently from using the alley, but it is the only way connecting the two streets without using the "death trap" road a few metres away. You take your chances either way.
I felt confident and determined as I entered the alley, the moon shedding some light over the ever moist brick walls towering either side, never getting dried out by the sun. They almost seemed to sparkle, and if hadn't been for the looming mist half way down the passageway blocking escape from sight, it would have looked quite pretty.
Unable to make out the end of the alley, my pulse started to race a little. I decided to jog slightly...hurrying to my exit as I realised this was a bad idea. An on-coming car was starting to look rather appealing. Without further hesitation I breathed in deep and made my way forward. The alley seemed to swallow me up and I felt I couldn't turn back...even if I wanted to.
As I made my way down the alley I thought I heard footsteps following from behind. I turned my face slightly while still walking forward, the footsteps sounding louder as my ear was turned to the source of the sound. I couldn't see anyone behind me, but I could still hear the footsteps. I started to panic as I picked up my pace. As I turned my head forward I tripped and landed on my hands and knees, blood starting to seep from the tiny little scrapes and grazes that had appeared there.
I cried out and as I knelt on the damp concrete below me I saw two black, highly polished shoes. Shaking, my eyes travelled upwards. A pair of very smart black trousers greeted me at eye level and I felt relief at the thought of this well dressed gentleman finding me, and not some young thug...or monstrous murderer.
As my gaze travelled up his body, I noticed he was wearing a simple smart black shirt and a black leather strap round his neck, a gothic silver cross hung low on his chest between the half unbuttoned shirt. His skin was pale and glistening in the moonlight and his arms were exposed with the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. I could see the veins in his arms standing out under his pale skin and I felt my body react at the sight. Strong, veined forearms...always send me weak at the knees and dripping with want.
His hand was stretched out in front of him, offering it to me. As I looked into his eyes, which were jet black, I saw kindness. His features were fierce and angular, striking in a handsome way. His hair, the darkest brown...maybe black, hung into his eyes and stuck out in a stylish mess, he looked like he had just stepped out of a hair gel advert.
My heart was racing as I found myself reaching out to take his hand. He pulled me up as if it was no problem at all and pulled my body flush with his. I felt myself melt against his cold hard chest and I knew there and then that I was his. I would do anything he asked, he had me completely.
While staring intently into his eyes he searched mine in return. It felt like he was looking into my soul. I felt him raise my scraped hand up between us and he snaked his tongue out across the tiny cuts on my palm. He licked them tenderly at first, like he was trying to heal the abrasions. I was transfixed; watching as he cleaned my palm like a dog would clean his wounds. His licking grew more vigorous and extended up my arm. I started to scream as he began to tear at my coat, shredding it like it was tissue paper, leaving me stood in only the black dress.
