Chapter 9
Later that day Poison was sitting on the couch, listening intently to Erik play the organ. The CD and CD player she had given him must have inspired him, for now he was playing dark and moody music; or maybe that was just normal for him. The notes rose and lowered then crashed into a hard cry. When he finished the song, she laughed and clapped. "Very good Erik! I loved that one."
He turned from the organ. His yellow eyes settled on her. "Even as dark and hateful as it was?"
"That's what I love about it." she said as she picked at a lose rock in the floor.
"Mademoiselle-" he began.
"Please. We are friends, call me by my name. And not that other one." she warned.
"Poison. It seems you know a little about me, but I know almost nothing about you."
"Well, what do you what to know?"
"You can tell me why you dress and act the way you do." Erik moved from the organ to a chair opposite from her.
"Hmm… that is little hard to explain. Let's see. Well, the 'acting' thing. If you can believe it, I never was always like this. I was a sweet pigtailed little girl that played with dolls instead of torturing them." Here Poison grinned. She went on. "When my parents were taken away from me, I was put into a foster home. I was 13 at the time. I grew very depressed. Had mood swings all the time. I began to wear black. The women tried to straighten me out, but the more they tried the more I slipped under the blackness that I was beginning to love. I enjoyed and still enjoy the wildness I have. It was and is a freedom. It's just something that I love. What good is sitting around? Why not have a bit of fun? Stick was the one who told me that."
"You mentioned this Stick before. Who or what is he?" Erik asked as she stretched her arms upward.
"Oh. Him. Stick was the one who help me get away and stay away from the foster homes. I had met him one day after school. I was walking home and ran into him. Literately. And to me he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. Tall, thin as a stick, hence the name. We started talking. It seemed that he had ran away from his foster home 5 years ago, quit school and traveled around with these groups of people. I was young, naive, and stupidly fell in love with him. So smooth talker he was, I packed up that night and ran."
Erik was silent. She was just like the other women. Give up everything for a handsome face.
"Would you like to see a picture of him?" her voice broke though his thoughts.
Erik waved a hand and Poison smirked and shot off to her room. Erik had almost thought better of her. The way she talked, he had thought she wouldn't care about looks.
"Erik?"
He raised his head to glare at her for interrupting his thoughts.
"Hey, what's with the hateful look? Here's the picture." She shoved a small square of paper at him. Taking it, Erik got his first look of the 'smooth talker'. The boy, or should he say man, was sneering up at him. 'Stick' was tall, and very thin. He had very pale skin like Poison. Purple, green, blue, black, and red, hair stuck up in an almost comical look. His face was sharp and shallow; his brown eyes had a sly intelligent look. His forehead was too wide and high. In other words, he was ugly.
Erik looked up and raised an eyebrow. "This is 'Stick'?"
Poison smirked, "Yes."
Erik shook his head and glanced back down the picture. "How old was you when you met him?"
"I was 13 going on 14. He was 19 at the time." She grabbed the picture away. "No more talking about him. I was a foolish girl. Besides there is so much more to do and talk about." Poison moved up behind him and brushed her fingers across his shoulders. She felt him tense though the thin white shirt that he was wearing that day. She grinned and pressed her hand on his shoulder, and felt him tense even more. She leaned her head in and just barely laid her head on his broad shoulders. "So tense," she purred as she began to slowly, firmly, but gently knead his shoulders.
Erik tensed, but slowly began to relax as she rubbed his shoulders, back and neck. His breathing grew heavier as he closed his eyes. Desire began to rise, pushing him out of the haze. Standing abruptly, he turned to glare at her. "What do you think you are doing?" he demanded, breathing heavily.
Poison sighed, and stood. "Seducing you." Glancing at him one last time, she turned and walked up to her room and closed the door.
Erik paced the lair, running his hands though his black hair in confusion and frustration. The child didn't know what she was getting herself into. He stared at the door, took a step toward it then stopped as a noise came out from the room. The door open and Poison came out holding something up by a thread. As she allowed a large black spider slide down the gossamer thread to her other hand, she began to hum a song as she gently picked the spider up. Erik stared in shook, as she winked at him, placed a kiss on the spider's back and placed it on a rock. She then spun, breaking out into the song, jerked her head so that her long hair spun around over her head.
A witch will burn
when she's thrown into the fire
Not her she'll peel and writhe
but never expire
She crawls on webs of lies
I die up inside her
to take what's mine
that bitch the cinnamon spider
I won't try
and every time I tell that lie
I live without guilt
and I won't cry
and I hope you love your life
and live with your guilt
Consumed by hate and guilt
She'll never retire
too old to fix
too dead to ever acquire
slit wrists - talk shit
But she will never inspire
a plan to save herself
the cinnamon spider
I won't try
and every time I tell that lie
I live without guilt
and I won't cry
and I hope you love your life
and live with your guilt
bite heads off those who fail
and try to imply her
forlorn despised
I am the cinnamon spider
I won't try
and every time I tell that lie
I live without guilt
and I won't cry
and I hope you love your life
and live with your guilt
and I am fine
and I'll learn to take what's mine
and live without guilt
Oh yeah
Her rough voice died out as she bounded into her room, leaving Erik to stand there seriously questioning the sanity of the girl.
As if she could read his thoughts, her voice echoed out though the door.
"I'm not crazy! Just eccentric!"
