Angelo felt rather than saw his sister Angel's sharp fang like nails in the back of his neck as he threw his math textbook in to his locker. "Hey, stop it," he screeched. "Hey, stop it," she mimicked in an exaggerated high pitched voice.
His fellow buds had fled the moment they caught a glimpse of 'Angel the Terrible' coming down the hallway minus her entourage. Angela sensed her sister's whereabouts and nearly eerily materialized next to her. She grabbed her little brother's gangly arm and twisted it. Though it pained her to do so; Angelo had to learn the hard way to stop the juvenile games.
Though he was almost six feet tall, Angel and Angela stood at a mere five feet three inches, petite and powerful. "Next time we won't be so nice," they said in unison. Angelo always thought it was down right creepy when they spoke in one voice. The cold metal caressed his face. His mouth released a slew of spit as it kissed the locker. At least his blood would mingle with the locker's red color.
They gave him a quick shove and rushed off to their classes. Angelo thanked God even though he was late for class that the flow of students didn't catch his sisters jacking him up. Angel and Angela gave each other a high five, and then they proceeded in the opposite direction of one another.
The fragrance of Lilacs and Freesia gently floated through the midnight air. He ripped off the cover blanketing his old black Ferrari. Sasha was dressed in a black tank shirt which hugged his body like a desperate lover. Fashionable black jeans with soft black baby seal loafers graced his legs and feet. His chocolate mane was wild and untamed like his nature. Lucky walked beside him, her body painted into the ruby red dress as if it were her second skin.
She was five foot five with typical Asian features and straight black hair that she had to push aside just to sit down. "Pretty Lucky," Sasha whispered as he opened the car door to admit her. Their lips met lightly in a kiss. The night spoke of promises so wondrous it seemed as if katydids, crickets and nightingales serenaded them as they pulled out of the mansion drove way. Mommy and Daddy, get ready to meet your salacious son, thought Lucky.
"What are you guys going to make for dinner? I'm hungry," bravely said Angelo. "Why don't you try eating some of that green goop you put in our tooth paste, huh, little brother," sneered Angel. "Forget it, I'll get myself something. You know Mom and Dad mixed up your names; you, Angel are a witch, and Angela is the sweet one. One day, everyone will see through your evil nature," he jeered.
Angel turned and lunged at him, pretending to give chase. "Forget you, Angel of Darkness," he yelled. "Angela, will you take me to Jack in the Box for dinner," he asked of his other sister, desperately pleading on one knee. Laughing, Angela said she would, as long as he no longer included her in his immature schemes again. He promised he wouldn't and was made to spit on it. The spit hit both of their palms as they commenced in rubbing them one upon the other in a show of solidarity.
He loved Angela. She was not afraid to spit or do anything he or his buds wouldn't do, and she was a girl. A really pretty girl too; although she dressed in black, which made her appear creepy, boys still found her attractive and quite mysterious. All of Angelo's friends thought she was a lot hotter than Angel, who dressed provocatively. Nothing was mysterious about bare cleavage and short, short skirts. Plus the girl was meaner than a two headed deranged rattle snake. She was cruel to everyone and boy, did he mean everyone. He wondered what made her so wicked. Ornery as all get up, his grandma like to say. She saw the real Angel, and didn't even want her own granddaughter around her.
"Come on dude," said Angela, bapping her kid brother upside the head. His below the ear blond hair flew up in protest. Their parents constantly asked him to cut his hair; they wanted him clean cut and respectful looking. Somehow they'd forgotten the hippie like hair they both sported in those weird looking pictures he'd catch them reminiscing through. Angela proceeded to back out of the drive way. Suddenly, the front door was yanked open, "Hey can you guys bring me something," she screamed. As they drove away Angelo mouthed the word "NO," and stuck his tongue out in defiance.
The valet attendant shrunk back in fear as Sasha tossed him the keys to his Ferrari with an expression that would turn Medusa to stone. What was that, Pedro thought. Easy, Pedro, just take care of the guys car,all's well that end's well. Slowly he drove it away to an isolated parking spot.
This looked like the night spot for them. Hand in hand, they walked up to the wide-ranging line outside the establishment called "Voo Doo's". People moved aside as they went to the front of the line and were immediately let inside. Women shivered with anticipation of seeing more of Sasha inside. Men smiled at the gentle sway of Lucky's knowing hips, as their eyes followed them back and forth motion.
Sasha and Lucky headed straight for the dance floor. The mass of people parted like the red sea to allow them in. The D.J. saw them and decided to play Santana's "Black Magic Woman". The dance was steamy, slinky, everyone was mesmerized. The women actually tried to touch Sasha and some did. They ran their up turned hands through his hair and lay hands on his broad back; others rubbed and caressed his biceps.
Lucky was lead away by a Filipino man who resembled the guy from the group The Black Eyed Peas. Their dance was so fiery, smoke enveloped them. "Did you see that?" questioned Lamar, one of the two D.J's in the booth positioned above the crowds, "Was someone hired to orchestrate the theatrical stuff down there?" Jackal was too busy enjoying the show and the pulsating beat and just shrugged in shoulders in response.
While women surrounded him, Sasha sought one woman out. She was tall, almost a tall as he was, with skin the color of caramel. Her hair reached the middle of her back in amazing red dreadlocks, eyes so green they must have been enhanced. He found out later that her eyes were hazel but the contacts of course brought the color up a notch. She walked towards him in a trance like state. The women surrounding fell away when they realized he no longer noticed them. One of them even hissed; another held onto his leg, unable, it seemed, to release him. Leisurely Sasha gazed down at his feet. The woman hastily removed herself from his lean limb, scooting on all fours, whimpering as she went. Cantina found herself standing in front of the most captivating man she'd ever encountered. Her long fingers reached out to touch his gorgeous face. Sasha aggressively pulled her hips next to his own and proceeded to move to the music. Copeland returned to the table with cocktails to find Cantina gone. It wasn't complicated to locate her. A tall black woman with skin like Werther's Originals, long scarlet dreads she'd been growing since birth and a scent a pack of jackals would search world wide to unearth.
Tonight she'd adorned her body in a black leather skin tight cat suit and ruby red slippers on her feet. Copeland's six foot four frame inched towards his woman, his fiancée. The Don Juan acted like he owned Cantina and Cantina behaved as if she belonged to him. Bald head glistening with sweat, Copeland's massive body rushed Sasha like a mad bull on the streets of Spain.
Sasha foresaw and reacted to Copeland's attack without a missing a beat with Cantina. Copeland flew across the never ending dance floor taking down four beefy security guards as he did. The sounds of sirens could be heard on the streets as people starting screaming like banshees for fear of the unknown. Lucky was already two steps ahead of him with her food and toy. She take him home play with him a while and then decide want she wished to do with him.
Sasha picked up Cantina running out of Voo Doo's, a blur to all who watched. Two holes appeared in the side of her neck, oozing blood, her head laying loosely on his shoulders. Quickly, the valet brought the car around as Sasha placed Cantina into the it. Lucky took a cab back to the mansion with her pet. In the back seat of the vehicle, she bit down into his shoulder as he nuzzled her cold yet beautiful neck. The roar from him caused the cabbie to accelerate. Promptly he brought the car to a stop and jumped from it, babbling unintelligibly.
Lucky unexpectedly appeared before him, sucking him dry, wringing his unfortunate neck. Leaving him where he lay, she climbed into the car and steered it in the direction of the mansion she shared with Sasha. No parents were discovered tonight, but it was a gooood night. She looked in the rearview mirror at her new playmate and creation. Maybe he could be her life mate. She'd see what Sasha thought.
"Did you see that," croaked Angelo. "No, baby brother, what did you see," replied Angela. They'd just picked up the food and were headed back towards home. "I don't know, there was something and then there wasn't."
"You don't indulge in drugs do you Angie?"
"Come on sis, get serious, and please don't call me Angie," he yelled, hurt by her inquisition and by the female version of his name.
"I'm sorry Angelo. I love you. There is nothing the matter with checking on you. It means I care, ok? I of course know you'd never do something like that, but what's with the weird stuff just now?"
"I'm telling you I saw something." Angela glanced over to her brother and noticed his face was whiter than the whitest shade of pale.