Part I
Clad in black ninja gear, I tantalizingly cascade from the roof, the thick rope unraveling with my descent upon an awestruck audience, all the while determining on a prey for the evening. My senses conduct me to him, his innocence radiating from his skin like the fierce heat of the sun in the Sahara Desert. The slender fingers of mine twitch in anticipation to caress his virgin skin, to taint his white soul. His eyes hold so much bright naivety and purity that the desire to suck that sweetness, draining him thoroughly and completely until bitter darkness is left in that limbic gap, was overwhelming and irresistible.
Gazing at him intently, he became too helpless to deter his eyes away for the luring seduction captured him, leaving him vulnerable like a chained victim. When my nimble feet grazed the floor, while maintaining eye contact, I glided towards him sinuously, so graceful and appealing that the spectators' cries in astonishment and marvel only accentuated the power in each fluid stride. I could feel his rapid heart beating like harsh thunder against his chest and taste the salty bitterness of his perspiration clinging to his exposed neck. That blood rising to spot his cheeks crimson, running through his veins, I could taste the sweet flavor of it lingering on my tongue from the distance between us.
He was frozen in place, too frightened to budge as I approached him in catlike movements close enough to feel his breath. I glided around him, pressing my face into the mass of his thick brown hair, barely trailing my cold fingers across his lean body as he held his breath in shock. Pausing in front of him, I straddled his lap in dominant possession and held his face in my hands, forcing my entranced gaze into his. Leaning forward, my cool breath stroked the contours of his features, sending goosebumps across his sensitive skin of his back and arms. Closing his eyes from my manipulative silent command, my decadent tongue innocently grazed the thin layer of his eyelids while gently pulling on the small hairs behind his neck.
Then with a sudden, violent yank and an outburst of pain, my lips collided harshly against the arched pale neck of his. My sharp teeth scarcely lingered in abrasion over the hollow of his neck, feeling his heart throbbing in wondrous fear.
"Do you want this?" my soft seductive voice whispered against his ear. Without hesitation, he nodded quickly and it was then when I realized the growing hardness pressing against me.
Smirking, my lips pulled back and my fangs extended as I was inclined to sink them hungrily into that sweet spot. But before I could proceed, a banana boomerang crashed through the glass window spiraling in swift alacrity towards me. My ninja reflexes quickly removed a small dagger from my leather boot and sliced the provisional weapon in the air once, catching its naked portions in a crystal bowl. The motionless yellow banana peel remained on the tile floor near my foot.
Damn those leper monkeys, I cursed. I cast a glance at the dazed man still longing to fulfill my needs. "Perhaps another time," I said as I slid off his lap. He cried out in alarm, his hands reaching for me. Placing the crystal bowl filled with chopped bananas in his hands, I walked away from the perplexed expression on his features.
Approaching the broken window, I gazed down to see a swarm of over a hundred leper monkeys and infected mushroom people.
Ruining my night I tell you…
Releasing a strained sigh, I leaped through the broken windowpane, declining from the building with gravity's will. The relentless rush of wind upon my descent pulled my long auburn tresses above me, the utter blackness of my cloak framing my hair behind me. Despite the biting force prickling my skin numb, the moonlight is my only advocate tonight. She illuminates her soft glow upon the swarm below me, shrouding my target with enough light for my assaults. The multitude of leper monkeys and infected mushroom people rushed forward with a tumultuous roar, raising their banana boomerangs and putrefying fungi.
When I was in adequate range, I withdrew a small round grenade in each hand and threw them down, swiftly draping my cloak across the front of my body to guard against the discharge. A red light flashed rapidly and within seconds they detonated; the powerful explosion emitting cosmic radiation, the combination of colors and magic seduced them, their outstretched hands incandescent with absorbed fire. Before they knew it, they were engulfed with bright dancing flames, consuming their flesh as they collapsed to the ground crying in absolute agony.
Those who were unscathed by the harmful rays, charge towards me, hurdling and scampering over the fallen as I gracefully land upon the open space of asphalt ground. They circled me, the leper monkeys flinging their banana boomerangs and the possessed mushroom natives spitting putrid fungi. I stood silent, waiting. Then in an instant, I jumped into the air, dodging and somersaulting as I withdrew toxic needles from my wristband and flicking them at my assailants. Many fell in convulsions, thick foam oozing from their orifices and their eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Heat pooled in the middle of my back increasing in temperature. I hastily threw off my cape before the devouring fungi consumed the rest of my attire in its wrath of malevolence. In a matter of seconds, my once black cloak dissipated into a pile of bubbling acid.
Extracting two long slender blades strapped to the spine of my back, I deflected the aerial bananas effortlessly. And in that raging minute of battle, it was as if time slowed down just for my superior vision as I evaded each attack from my aggressors with the guile fluidity of my movements, as if my body was boneless, supple. A dancer of the night, letting the breeze guide and maneuver my limbs and the shower of luminescence following my every step as a spotlight, my swords glinting mischievously under the emitted pale haze. The curve of each blade sliced through the stilled air with the echoing song of each stroke, dark blood splattering the ground and tainting the innocent steel caressing flesh.
The stench of fresh blood clings to the tongue, coating my skin like wet paint, and my blades saturated along with pieces of mushroom flesh. The tip of my blade pointed at the throat of a wounded monkey lying in a heap of his brethren corpses.
"Who do you serve?" I asked sternly.
He smiled his bloodstained teeth. "He's coming… He's coming to kill you!" A spurt of blood spilled from his mouth.
I stared at him impassively. "Not if I kill him first."
Laughing like a hyena on crack, he looked up to the sky and I felt a haze of grey shrouding the bright moon. The wind escalated, stinging my skin and the leaves of the trees rustling impatiently. His laughter escalated as darkness swamped the remaining ebbs of light.
"You irritate me," I said simply annoyed, and slit his throat to gargle in his own blood.
Turning around to face the violent wind, I felt his presence creeping closer, shadows elongating to swathe the land. The wind worsened; the tendrils of my hair whipping my face and blinding me as I stood my ground. It screamed through the trees and every crevice, the dark clouds drifting faster and faster. Then abruptly, everything silenced. The wind ceased as did everything surrounding me, heightening suspicion.
In a flash, a vortex of power struck me, thrusting me into the air 20 feet back, the corpses stopping me any further as I struck the ground. My chest burned with every ragged breath, fire scorching my throat.
My gaze fell upon two leather shoes standing in front of me. And as I looked up the line of his body, his black fitted pants and dark indigo button-down shirt, and to his face. I couldn't help but gape at the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on.
A/N: Yes, somewhat random and weird. I don't particularly care if you like it or not, it was just something on my mind...