A piece written to practice description and color. Also concludes some of the problems that Kandy came across in 'Wrong Road'.
Wrong Track
I'm sitting in a half empty subway car. The cheap lights flicker and pop above me, only about half of them are even working. The other passengers on the car all stare at nothing. Not one of their gazes meets mine or that of any other passenger. It amuses me how much they all look like each other. Wide-eyed and frightened creatures in varying shades of gray. Gray, that's the way to describe the car. Gray walls, gray floors. The passengers little huddled masses of gray. Gray suits, gray pants, gray faces. Little beady gray eyes, like those of a dead rat.
I hate people. Not so much for any reason other then this grayness. They curl in and hide within themselves. Pathetic. If you never take charge and try to claim the ring you'll never get anywhere in this world. That's what I told some of my friends when I went to make this deal happen. Eight kilograms. Eight kilos that I smuggled in. That I risked my life for. So what if I had an exclusive deal of supply. I made about three times what I would have by heading across the border and selling in Canada. My friends warned me it was dangerous to cross my bosses, I'm not too worried.
There are all sorts of stories about them. Tales to inspire fear and awe. Tales of dark magic and demons. I might have almost believed them, after all, I'm not exactly human myself. Ghoul. That's what they call us. They being the vampires, our masters. We drink their blood. It gives us strength and powers beyond those of normal humans. It also serves to enslave us to their will. I've known ghouls who've died for their masters, slain themselves at a whispered command for their lord's pleasure. But not me. I'm one of the lucky ones. For some reason I just don't seem to get mind raped after drinking the blood.
That's why I'm here. That's how I could do what I've done. My bosses think they can control me with whispered threats of their dark deeds. Screw that. Oh, they'll still get their expected cut. But I'll pocket the difference. No harm done. So I sit in the gray car and watch the gray people. I can't wait to get out of here. I'm starting to drift off, hypnotized by the steady humming and shaking of the car. But then the door opens and she walks in.
Color. Life. Energy. The gray people shift uneasily as she enters, they know she is not one of them. She has chosen to live, chosen to feel. Her strawberry blonde hair is damp and clinging to her rounded and freckled face. A damp pink coat is pulled tightly across her shapely waist. Her eyes lock with mine, they throw me a look that's all business. I sit in stupid shock and watch as she walks past me. Her hips swaying alluringly as she slips into the next car down. I swallow and stand up as the color washes past after her and the gray returns. A lingering scent is in the air, her scent, strawberries.
I follow after her, my heart beating hard within my chest. My throat is dry, I'm breathing fast. She's in the last car of the train. The lights don't work at all here. But I can still see her, she practically glows. Her bright pink lips curl upward into a smile as I enter. Lights flash and stream through the windows as she beckons me to her. I walk forward, she slowly retreats before me. I grin at her game, her eyes gleam with anticipation. She presses her back to the emergency door at the back of the car, she waits.
I drop my case of money onto a nearby seat. I pull off my jacket and toss it on top. She reaches down, her slim fingers slowly brushing across her pink nylons as she grips the hem on her tight skirt. She pulls it upward, revealing toned bare flesh and a small scrap of pink lace between me and paradise. I step forward, my hands roaming over her body. Her fingers move quickly and surely, unbuckling my belt and opening my fly. She grips me firmly and guides me into her sweet velvety depths. She sighs, a soft hiss of breath rushing past my ear. I feel waves of pleasure pouring through my body as I begin to move in and out of her. Blood rushes behind my ears, my senses blur...
I'm in love.
Her hands suddenly clamp onto my face, sharpened claws extending from her thumbs as she plants them into my eyes. The delicate membranes are shredded as ocular fluid streams out around her small fingers and pours down my cheeks, soon to be joined by gushing spurts of blood. I manage one bone chilling scream of agony before her hand rips across my throat and opens it to the world. I feel my shirt grow damp. My lungs start to feel like they're filling to bursting with a heavy liquid. I stagger and hear a loud pop, air rushes around me and ruffles my hair. I catch a faint whiff of strawberries as she whispers into my ear.
"Never cross the boss."
She slams her hand into my back. I catapult forward and sail out into open space. I hear the roar of the train as it speeds away and I smash down onto the rails. Bones crunch and splinter as I gag around my torn throat.
Kandy slowly stepped back from the open door and hugged herself. Her short hair whipped around her face in the breeze as her open coat and loosened dress fluttered softly. Behind her Ian stepped out of the shadows and picked up the case of money.
"Do you intend to sleep with all of them," he asked with a small sigh. Kandy hugged herself tighter, her large eyes growing slightly sad as she looked out into the darkness where the ghoul had vanished.
"Only the ones I like."