Part 4 - The Confrontation
Dick Malverne was waiting with his Porsche outside the professor's house when Demi emerged, victorious. Straight away she kissed him, a long, passionate kiss.
When they finally broke for air, Dick was stunned. "Ah take it things went well with the professor?" he asked in his thick southern drawl.
Demi slipped her hand down the front of his pants. He wasn't just called 'Dick' because it was short for Richard. "Does this answer your question, 'Dick'?"
"Ah reckon so…" he kissed her again. "But then again, ah might need some more convincing."
"What, right here?"
"It'd serve the pervert right if we did it right here on his lawn… disrespecting my lady the way he did."
Demi squeezed playfully. "Afraid he'll put you out of a job?"
"Bitch."
"'Dick.'"
They kissed again, but before they could beat their earlier attempt a noise from across the street broke their concentration.
"What the… ?" Demi said, looking past Dick at the figure approaching them. Dick turned his head to see what was going on.
"Unholy shit…"
The figure approaching them appeared to be a woman, but it was hard to be sure of the gender. Its skin was a raw pink that looked almost like it was melting; it appeared to undulate with an almost pulse-like rhythm. Matted tufts of blonde hair emerged in clumps from its scalp.
But worst of all were the eyes. Not because they were as miss-formed as the rest of it, but because they weren't. They were perfect blue orbs, beautiful on any other face. Hideously incongruent on this one.
And they were looking straight at Demi.
It moved faster than It appeared It could. Faster than a speeding bullet.
The second warmth, the man-warmth, tried to stop It, but he was irrelevant. It tossed him aside, where he hit the ground and broke.
For an instant, It stopped and watched as his warmth drained away. From warmth to cold, just like It.
Then It remembered the true warmth, the female-warmth.
She had taken something out of the car, something small and black. There was no warmth in it.
And then there was.
A sudden burst of warmth and sound, and something struck It where It's chest once was. It felt like a gentle push.
There was another burst. Then another.
They were meaningless to It, so It ignored them. All that was relevant to It was the warmth.
It reached out and It's body began to flow. It was fluid now, a wonderful sensation. The warmth tried to run, but it was too little, too late.
It flowed over her, into her. Her body became fluid as well.
It liked this part, when they were both fluid. They were one; one body, one mind. Even if it was only ever brief.
But this time was different. This time, It could feel something happening. Memories were flowing, not just from the warmth, but also from It. From deep inside It.
The warmth was the key. This warmth.
The key to Its…
Suddenly there was another burst. Painful.
It could no longer hold itself together.
It was fluid. It was pain.
It had been so close.
It
could
not
end
like
this
…