Demonic Dreamers ©a story by Animegamer2007

Chapter 2: The Sophisticated Goth

Life as I know it has never made much sense to me. Time might as well stand still; some places shouldn't even exist. Questions I ask the wise men are always answered the same… "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." What does that mean? Why should I wait to be ready, when I'm ready now?

Anger swells up inside and my mind goes blank over night. Almost as if the anger never even happened. I know my rage stays inside, and I wish it wouldn't.

I want to be like other kids.

I want to express my fury freely like other people.

I want to cuss.

I want to know other people other than the rich, cultural group I live in now.

Yet, I can't have it. So much happens in one place, then another, and fate seems to take its time deciding where to move its pawns across the board.

I recently inherited my father's casino "The Lady Luck" and I have frequent conversations with the gamblers and perverts watching my infamous fan-dance on the stage. One man named "Steve-O", a worker at the craps, listens to my pleas. "Why argue with fate when you can work side by side with it at The Lady Luck!" he often says to console me. It calms me, even though it's not what I want to hear.

This is not my destiny. My destiny lies in the hands of a mysterious young man I see in my dreams.

I walk up to him in an abandoned schoolyard. He is smoking and muttering to himself… I sense immediately that he is depressed and in need of some comfort. He glances at me and is immediately transfixed in that spot… not moving. I figure it best not to talk and grab his black vest to kiss his troubles away.

He does not object, a slave to my feminine charms. I press my lips to his. I have kissed many men in my short life… yet his lips alone move my soul into comfort.

I let go and our moment of bliss is over and his eyes, once hopeful for another advancement, stare at the sky in horror.

Then I wake up. I don't know why.

I only know one thing for sure… I've seen that man before.

Does he know me? Maybe.

Not a man alive doesn't know of my name, it's Lena.