Three days were all Lady needed by herself, to rest and further reflect on the night that had transpired. It was justified. Besides, any other human would've gone mad during the ordeal she had been though, but she still didn't rule out that she'd fall into the other class of people, the ones that would breakdown after it had been finished. Then again, with all that had gone on in her life prior to Temen-Ni-Gru, it seemed that it was all nothing more than a prerequisite…or was the night itself one instead?
Lady had stayed home since then, the same house she had shared with her late parents. Thought she knew it was a matter of time before she'd have to move on from her house of reminiscences, she wanted time to cherish the memories of all the times they shared before another fateful moment in her life, an event that had gone, though avenged, remained repetitive in her young mind, each frame as clear as what lied before her, being a picture of her entire family together during happier times. Before even holding a gun, before her father's soul grew twisted with sin, and before her mother's touch would cease soothing her from the nightmare known as reality.
As she sat down in an old recliner, Lady looked upwards at the ceiling, but was only a white blur, as her mind was more towards other things now. Giant chains that once belonged to what could've been three large dogs, or a giant whale-like beast crashing just yards away from where she stood…they're the last thing anyone her age should've been exposed to. Lady shook her head, wondering that if in another life, she was nothing more than a normal human being, eighteen and prime for graduation. Girls her age right now somewhere are talking about fashion, celebrities, or that one girl in that one class that they can't stand, even though some were secretly said girl's friend playing double agent. Simple things like that she missed, but nothing more than the one thing high school was all about to her…boys.
Reflecting on the select few that she secretly desired, she couldn't help but focus on whatever happened to them. Most were local kids, while others were bussed from distant townships that she'd never even heard of. Either way, they were some of the few things that she could connect to with her feminine peers, be they preppy, dark, quiet, or like her, just meaner or more anti-social. Lady had to grow up so fast, she feared that she wouldn't be able to return to such a life, that she wouldn't have time to even consider any crushes, or lovers, or even interest, much less fantasize about any of them. She'd kill for that, now, whatever it took to clear her head of all the blood she's spilled, be it demon, or in only one case, another human.
Just then, an image flashed in her head, followed by more multiple, of the man, or half-man, that saved her life, even changed it towards a new perspective. Though most of his come-ons and comments were hackneyed, in retrospect, they were a bit amusing. She lightly smiled at a few she could remember, but if anything, she remembered him most of all. His eyes, his body, his childish charm…any other woman would've fallen into his hands in no time, but Lady kept her composure. Even as she walked away from him after seeing him home, she denied the fact that her clothing wasn't the only thing soaked from heat. As the revelation overcame her, her breathing became heavier, leaning further back into the chair, while in between herself, a quivering motion had commenced, as if her inner sin were to say, if not scream, "Touch me. Touch me the way he would…the way he still could you."
Her right hand had traveled to her belt, forcefully unbuckling it before moving onto the button and zipper. She slipped her pants off with little help from her hands, as their drop caressed her legs and bare feet until they were completely gone. All that was left was her shirt, which made her feel disturbingly claustrophobic, as her breathing increased in weight. Forcing her hand to not go forward, Lady gripped her stomach, feeling her abs clench with anticipation, before she readied her left hand to pull her shirt off from behind her, tightly grabbing the back of her collar.
It was as if she was afraid to go where she had not been in so long, or that no matter how long she would be entertained and satisfied, nothing would compare to something she didn't desire until now, that being the real thing. But why him, someone that was a half-breed, with so much potential stamina and power that anyone after him wouldn't matter? Were they destined to be more, or was it her dormant need for lust most satisfying that she could no longer contain, now that she was once again faced with her atavistic desire of a man she once wanted dead, but now, she only wanted. Period.
She had commenced in a pleasure most sinful, most self-damning to her old way of thinking, but she cared not, for Lady acted out her emotions in the name of infatuation, but for now it felt just to call it love. As pleasurable as it was, Lady wanted to maintain herself, pace her process since it had been some time since she felt this way, but just because she hadn't felt this in so long, did not mean by a sight that she was void of memory to what she needed to do to amplify her state. Shivering in fear that she'd lose complete control over the action, Lady considered the alternative.
As time went on, Lady held nothing back as she thought more of her forbidden lover, expressing loving comments of what went on in her mind, which never strayed from her thoughts of the man responsible. Her free hand that clenched her collar had now went to her hair, loosening its grip as she calmed herself for a moment, her fingers still on course with bliss. While fighting the moments of trembling and excessive sweating, Lady tiredly whispered his name into the room, with it a wish that somehow, he'd come and finish where she started, to carry her into her bedroom where a moment of corporeal passion could begin. That, and she at least wanted something soft like her pillows to put her face into once her cries returned. Regretting the thought to even going upstairs for the latter reason since she would have to calm herself, Lady did so, her body shuttered from the minutes of self-induced bliss.
Lifting herself off the chair, Lady slowly walked towards the stairs as if life were drained from her, motivating herself by thinking that she was far from finished. She had only scratched the surface as to how far she wanted to go, but she came back to the wish. A sense of sadness was starting to build, knowing that he wouldn't come, but since she already had from thoughts of him, it was better to know self-satisfaction was guaranteed. Not realizing how tired she had become from what had passed, she underestimated her current leg strength, losing balance and almost fell backwards, if not for two strong hands whose strength felt familiar. It was the same strength that had saved her descent twice before. Though the first wasn't their first time meeting, it was their first conversation, volatile as it was.
Lady was scared only for a second, quickly recognizing that the hands were covered in biker gloves, as they caressed her toned, moist arms. She didn't want to believe it, but as she looked around for a reflection of some sorts to see the figure without turning around, he spun her around and immediately locked eyes with her. They stared at each other without a word, but Lady's hands moved across his arms, caressing every curve of muscle as he did to her waist, before she held him with her crotch meeting his, feeling his equal level of excitement. With joy in her mind as her held her just as tightly, Lady swallowed and whispered to her albino enigma.
"Dante…we can't waste time. You're not gonna' be here for long."
To be continued.