She steps out into the cool air, and realizes where she has to go. A flash of a sleeping woman, a man walking through the front door of a lavish home. She has the keys to James' motorcycle. Taking it, she rides as fast as she can.
Stopping half way down the street, she watches the man leave, taking precautions, looking around. He is pathetically unaware of her as she approaches his life's dream. Locking the gate, he gets into his expensive car, and with that, is gone. Climbing the fence easily, she finds an open window. The house is overwhelming modern…white carpet all too bright. Black Baby Grand piano topped off with a vase of crimsoned roses. How anyone could stand it, she has no idea. All too pre-created, nothing special…nothing individualistic…
Walking around for a while, searching through drawers, she finds no information on anything. But then again, what did she expect to find? A murder list with her name on it? The knife that pierced her skin still bloody? Nothing but a deck of simple playing cards.
She walks up the spiraling staircase to the second floor and main bedroom. A blonde, maybe a few years older, lays wrapped in snow colored satin sheets. She sits down on the edge of the bed, and stares at the female who awakens violently with a jump, looking back into the shadowy figure's eyes who has invaded her home.
"You aren't his wife…are you?" Asks Raven. Her tone is somewhat condescending. The woman pushes herself backwards, and accidentally into the ornate headboard of the bed.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Don't be so nervous." She unfolds and refolds her legs in front of her.
"I'm calling the police…" The terrified woman reaches clumsily for the phone, not taking her eyes off Raven.
"Don't bother…honestly, what could they do?" Raven flips the cards upwards and begins to speak to her again. The woman doesn't bother to relax. "Do you have any idea what your boyfriend does for a living?" Thumbing through the cards, she stops at the King of Hearts, and looks at the woman again. "Do you?" She nods slowly. "And you agree with it?" She doesn't answer. "Give me your arm." The woman doesn't speak, but shakes her head. "What's your name anyway?" She asks nonchalantly. "Never mind….don't make this difficult, just give me your fucking arm." Raven's voice is deceiving calm, yet full of rage and aggressive. After waiting a few more seconds, she reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her forward. "I have a little message for your darling love…" She flips the card between her index and fore finger, and presses it into the shaking woman's arm. "Do you like art?.." No answer. "Say something…" She smirks.
"Y-yes." Forcing harder, she begins to carve deeply into her flesh.
"Art…a way of letting go..understanding…" She draws blood and can feel the woman pulling her arm backwards, trying to get free, but her efforts are futile. A bar code design can be seen underneath the bloody edged card, a crow sitting on the shoulder of the king who has a knife through his head. The barcode matches the one on Raven's wrist perfectly. After she's done, she places the card on top of the wound. "You've been warned." She stands calmly, and leaves the same way she came in, starting the motorcycle, and leaving to go back to James. Her fingertips are stained with the blood that poured out heavily, staining the sheets.
He awaits her return, sitting on the windowsill, an out look over the city lights and streets. She isn't heard as she approaches him, and wraps her arms around his upper body. He doesn't turn to face her.
"I thought you'd left me."
" I can't leave…" It shocks him again to hear her voice.
"Where did you go?" He turns around so that she is in between his legs, and locks hands with hers.
"Nowhere important…" He kisses her neck. Stopping, again he looks into her eyes.
"You're dead…I cant believe that you're dead, and that your standing in front of me…still as beautiful…as sexually alluring…but dead. Dead." He seems as though he doesn't believe his own words. She puts a finger to her lips, and pulls him down. Leading him to their bedroom. She sits down, and he does the same.
"I am dead, but I am here…I am alive again. My body is warm, and tonight it is yours." She puts his hand on her chest, across her left breast, "My heart beats, but I know not for how long, so shall you make me yours again?" He thumbs her nipple through her black torn, tight fitted shirt as tears begin to trickle down her skin. She looks away, not being able to deal with his focus on her. Climbing on top of her, he speaks softly, his mouth close to her ear.
"I promise you…" He slides her shirt up and over her head. "That I'll make you mind, but you've always been mine, and you always will be. Always and forever, and even after that." His fingers slide delicately over her sexual entrance, and she closes her eyes, her body party under his control. "I love you…" he nuzzles his head into her neck as he enters her. "I love you Raven…"