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Souls of the Night Vol.3
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Background music as intro to Enya, Brentwood and Thailog: Sub Urban - Freak (feat. REI AMI) on youtube (3,28 min) or on spotify: Freak (feat. REI AMI)
Diniyar Ivanov found his job pretty unappealing most of the time. Sure, he was a mercenary and, in his humble estimation, not such a bad one. At least he wasn't dead yet, even though he had been in the service of his beloved Russia for years. That spoke for him. And he also thought he was valued. His current job offer to play driver and escort for this scientist was clearly preferable to other options. To take part in this silly Ukrainian war, to risk his life against ungrateful scum (what was the problem with these idiots? As if they couldn't live very well under Mother Russia's wing. But NO, they had to make such a fuss about their "freedom" and "self-determination") was just too stupid for him. He had earned as much in the last two months as her chaperone as he had in a year with the Wagner troops. Not to forget ... The extra perks in the last few weeks.
Diniyar took his eyes off the road for a moment, hands on the steering wheel, and looked at the woman in the passenger seat, who was staring pensively - perhaps tired after the flight - out the passenger window, admiring the skyline (what you could glimpse of the Manhattan skyline on the way through Brooklyn.
Enya Sevarius.
Miss S.
The fucking strangest woman he'd ever met in his life. Everything about her was somehow ... off-putting. And he wasn't even talking about her body because - although she was too big for him - her body was just right. The milk-white tits were luscious and the ass fleshy without being really fat. She had a slim waist and gently wavy brown hair down to her ass, even if she often put it up in a sloppy bun. She generally didn't care much about her appearance, only showered when she could smell herself, hardly ever looked in a mirror as other women often did out of (survival) instinct and how she sometimes sat down - cross-legged like a child or sprawled on chairs or armchairs, sometimes with her legs apart, sometimes squatting like a - no idea.
She didn't care how she looked to others either. She hugged people without warning (to see how they reacted, as Diniyar thought by now) or completely ignored some people (the ones she didn't stare at). She wasn't really rude when she spoke - especially not to the bosses and yes, she could be very professional especially when it came to money and her work. But by God, she didn't bother to remember anyone's name, her table manners were atrocious and she stuffed herself with the most disgusting things one night only to barely eat for the next three days. She growled when she was angry about something or made chirping noises when she was thinking. She smelled a lot of things (not just food but even test tubes, umbrellas, every damn shower gel in the supermarket)-sometimes even people, which made everyone back away a meter.
She had NO sense of direction. He had lost her six times in Moscow - so many times that the upper echelons thought she was a spy and had simply shaken off the stupid Diniyar. But she REALLY got lost. Then he found her in the park where she beat three chess players at the same time. Then in a toy store where she hilariously enjoyed those electric scurrying beaverball things. Once she had paid a child to blow bubblegum so that she could watch - until the child cried because she was staring so intensely. Another time he had found her in front of a street food stall where she had been staring at the cotton candy machine. Not at the machine itself because she had wanted some candy floss (although she had gone to get some afterwards) but she had been watching the man who was pulling candy floss onto one of those wooden sticks in a circular motion for other customers.
In general, she was constantly staring at things or people when she wasn't busy with her work. Many people loved to watch others. But Enya Sevarius did it in the creepiest, most uncomfortable and noticeable way imaginable. That she hadn't been beaten up or killed for it was a miracle. When he'd asked her about it, she'd said she was "learning". WHAT the hell was she learning? She also had the ability that many women lacked and could be quiet for a long time or occupy herself with other things - something that annoyed him because he never knew what she was thinking. He would never have thought that HE would one day be the one who craved conversation. And did he get her to talk about normal things? Of course not. She always seemed disinterested in most topics or overenthusiastic. Asking her about her work had been a mistake that had cost him three hours of his life. And what she had told him could make you break out in a cold sweat and he was glad that he had clearance for this information otherwise he would have been shot down like a dog.
And the way she smiled! That was the creepiest thing of all. Like someone who had never learned to smile naturally. She smiled like an animal baring its teeth. Her facial expressions, her whole body language, her choice of words seemed ... artificial. As if she hadn't had more than thirty years to learn how to be human. Plus watching other people and what they did as if she were watching animals in their natural habitat. Yes- Enya Sevarius was unpleasant and creepy through and through.
He never thought this creep would be such a damn good fuck. That mad scientist act was even kind of hot. Which brought him back to the special perks of his last few months. After the first two annoying, tense weeks, Diniyar had become so fed up with his fosterling's behavior and, above all, her staring, that he had done something that he actually avoided doing with people who were important to the party. He had asked her very provocatively why she was leering like that? He would get the impression that she needed a cock.
And Enya Sevarius had stared at him. Staring - not outraged, not horrified, but completely expressionless. Then she had jerked her head. Twice a small twitching movement to one side. The gesture of a lunatic. Or like a robot that was processing something and had just used its rarely activated circuits again. Then her gaze went from his face to his crotch. Raring to go - and frankly insecure and anxious - Diniyar had pulled open his zipper and pulled out his cock. And Enya Sevarius had stared again.
"Is that what you want? Shall we go to the hotel where I'll fuck you into a coma?" Diniyar had asked. He hadn't cared about his job or his life in that situation.
And Enya Sevarius had torn her gaze away from his cock, looked at him with her green eyes and said "Okay". She'd turned around, left him standing there with his cock hanging in the air and walked away - towards the hotel (which wasn't really a hotel - that's what they'd called the facility where Enya worked and lived while she was in Russia).
And even the sex had been strange. She'd spent the first few minutes lying there like a dead fish and he'd gone down on her pretty hard just out of anger. Only when he had hurt her - just to get a reaction out of her and not feel like he was doing it with a corpse - had she started to react. And THEN they had really fucked like rabbits and Enya Sevarius, the strangest, most unpleasant woman on the planet had turned out to be a fucking hot, imaginative, bitch in heat! She obviously LOVED sex - if you pushed the right buttons. Oral, anal. Vaginal only with a condom but just the thought of impregnating her and accidentally creating a second Enya Sevarius made Diniyar soft so he was totally okay with condoms for once.
And this sex was ... artificial. Like from a porn movie with just as much dirty talk. She could have dubbed any porn movie. As if she got everything she knew from porn. Not that Diniyar minded. On the contrary. Since he could fuck her, her millions of other shortcomings no longer bothered him at all. Sometimes he felt like a sex toy - when she called for him and rode him like he was just a thing to satisfy her own urges - but even that was pretty hot. Even when he was spanking her, he didn't feel like he was in control. He wouldn't want her as a permanent girlfriend (by God, NO!) but those two-plus months had been good. What did it say about him that someone like her could make him so randy? His mother had always told him to stay away from crazy women. And now that they were back in America and on the way to her house and she was sitting there again, silent and inscrutable, watching the nighttime goings-on on Brooklyn's streets outside the passenger window as if she were in a safari park, he regretted that his time with this A-list creepy slut was over.
He looked at his GPS. Soon they would be at her house. Diniyar cleared his throat.
"Miss S," he said.
She didn't respond.
"Doctor," he growled, a little displeased that she was ignoring him again. He knew she would respond to Doctor even though she didn't have a diploma - not that he knew of, at least.
"Mhmm," she murmured absently.
"My return flight doesn't leave for another two days," Diniyar said.
"I see," she said, and he knew she had no idea what he was getting at.
"That means I still have some time ... to carry your luggage in for you."
"Ah," she replied - still looking out the window. Diniyar took a deep breath. God, she was so awful and he would hurt her for it later ... or ... Or not, just to annoy her.
"I could stay for coffee, maybe even a few more hours," he tried again. But subtlety was incomprehensible to this oh-so-intelligent woman. She could genetically create a flying dinosaur from a mayfly, but she didn't understand how to read between the lines!
"I don't like coffee, I told you that, Dirk," she mumbled sleepily. He had given up on correcting his name. Either it was a brain flaw she had or he didn't interest her enough for her to remember it. Or maybe she just wanted to annoy him with the strange sense of humor she sometimes displayed.
Enya put a hand on her stomach. "I'm hungry," she mumbled, cranky as a child.
Diniyar wrinkled his nose at the damn woman, reached to the side even though he was still driving and grabbed her between the legs with his hand. The sweatpants she was wearing (he had learned that she generally preferred little clothing, and when she wore it, it was loose and comfortable) were no obstacle for him as he pinched her where he assumed her clit was.
Enya Sevarius jerked her upper body forward so that her belt jammed, emitting a loud sound somewhere between a cry of pain and a hoarse moan. But she made no move to grab his hand and pull it away from her. She clawed her fingers into her sweater and gasped and moaned in pain while Diniyar squeezed this sensitive part of her with his thumb and forefinger and felt her grow warm and moist.
"I'm going to come inside with you. We'll fuck and we'll see about dinner afterwards," he said and let go because he needed both hands to shift gears and turn off. For a few more seconds the tall woman gasped then lifted her upper body again and stared at him while she rubbed the spot between her legs (either because it hurt or to get herself hot and ready) and Diniyar would have loved to pull over and fuck her in the car but he was honestly curious about her apartment and he wanted a real bed after the long flight.
Finally, he pulled into the driveway she directed him to. Not an apartment, but a big, old-looking house. All the shutters were closed. Enya got out and Diniyar was eager to quickly get her two suitcases out of the trunk. Enya bent down at the front door where a small panel scanned her retina and he heard a mechanism click in the front door as it unlocked. He stood close behind her and rubbed his stiffening member through his jeans and her sweatpants against her ass. She didn't respond - probably because it didn't hurt. As soon as the door was closed behind him, he would fuck her in the hallway. Strangely enough, the light in the hallway was on.
Enya pushed open the front door and shouted, "I'm home! Got a human with me!"
Frowning in irritation, Diniyar stepped in behind her, put the suitcases down and looked up to the ceiling where the small chandelier was swinging three meters above him because there was a sudden loud thump on the floor above. He heard a boyish but clearly male voice screech "ENYA!" upstairs while Miss S. put her handbag down on the chest of drawers and looked up the stairs, smiling (snarling). Where the banging got louder because someone was running towards the stairs.
"EnyaEnyaEnya back again!"
Someone skidded on the carpets in the upstairs hallway that had to be there, got back on their feet and then ran down the stairs. And Diniyar couldn't help but widen his eyes and stare now himself. It was a damn ALBINO! Chalky-pale skin, short white hair and red pupils. And a little guy who could almost be mistaken for a child with his naked, hairless, slender torso, boxer shorts with the Batman emblems on them and little bare feet that beat a fast drum on the stairs as he ran down - and skipped and jumped the last four steps.
"BRENTWOOD!" Enya shrieked joyfully and spread her arms, catching the little freak and twirling him around until she bumped into the dresser and her back was pressed against the top. And where she just giggled and laughed (a real laugh, not some freaky fake one), the little guy babbled away excitedly, nuzzling and smooching her neck and face in between.
"Enya back! Great! But too soon, dinner not ready! Still great. Missed so much. Stupid without you here. New mutants good?" The little guy rubbed up against Enya, who corrected him while he pressed terribly wet baby kisses directly on her open mouth which interrupted her own flow of speech
"They're not umpf mutants, Brent baby. And mfh everything about their design is perfect. I'll leave everything else umf to the keepers when the elephants produce them it's none of my business mpf what they screw up afterwards. We have our money."
Diniyar would have liked to reprimand her for the fact that this - whatever that was - had no clearance for this information, but he could only stare while these two freaks lay in each other's arms and now Enya, grinning broadly, returned these soaking wet creepy kisses. She hadn't even kissed him during sex, but nobody wanted to be kissed like that! Damn, what was that? What... This guy was acting and talking like a retard. And at the same time - Diniyar's gaze wandered down and although he had his legs wrapped around her hips - pale and hairless, he saw his erection bulging out his boxers. Enya managed, because she was half lying on the dresser and he was half on top of her, to raise a hand and slap loudly his ass, making him grunt and both of them giggle.
"Bitch," he chuckled in the same way a child would tease a dog.
And she replied in the same tone, "Fucking slut," and as she bit his lower lip and kept it between her teeth, they both tittered.
"What the fuck!" Diniyar muttered in repulsion and took a step back as both people turned their heads and stared at him emotionlessly. The same stare. Even if Enya's eyes were green and this little freak's were bright red. But that icy gaze - it sent a cold shiver down his spine.
"Who that?" Brentwood asked (she'd called him Brentwood - was that a common name in America?). He slid down her body, but now he was clutching her hips rather possessively, his hands cupped in her ass cheeks.
"He wanted to stay to fuck and eat," Enya said, stroking Brentwood's short stubbly hair lovingly.
He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Diniyar. Then he looked up at her in offense.
"Wanted to cook Italian, not Russian."
A nervous, shrill giggle escaped Diniyar at that sentence - perhaps because his subconscious already understood what he didn't want to admit to himself. He didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't going to spend the night in this freak house. And certainly not shagging Sevarius again and not eating a bite of food here even if they bothered to cook what they thought was Russian.
"I... didn't know you had a uhh boyfriend." Diniyar made an effort to look at Enya rather than the little albino who was only up to her tits.
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," Enya said emotionlessly. "He's my brother."
FUUUUCK! screamed a voice inside Diniyar. He should have listened to his mother!
He pointed his thumb towards the exit.
"I don't want to disturb you with the ... fraternal reunion and will-"
"I think you'll stay a little longer," a voice said behind him and he turned as someone slammed shut the door to the outside world. Diniyar lowered his gaze. And saw a child standing there. Maybe ten years old and not an ugly boy but an albino too. In contrast to the boyish thirty-something, he was wearing a neatly buttoned shirt and jeans, making him look more decent and grown-up than Brentwood or Enya. But the massive metal splint he wore on one arm, made of silver and red chrome-plated metal with the spikes on it,- which was actually so big that he had to hold it with his other hand - looked like a fancy toy. Even if Diniyar didn't know this kind of toy.
"Who- what?"
Now Diniyar took a step back into the hallway because the child's snarl looked more gruesome and cold-blooded than Enya's or Brentwood's combined.
"Who and what - both good questions. Which you don't need to fathom, human."
Diniyar looked at Enya, who laughed again and broke away from Brentwood, who stayed on her heels and walked around him. She dropped to her knees.
"This is the great Alexander Logthai Sevarius, the greatest child in the universe," she said solemnly and wanted to stroke the child's short hair. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Don't touch me with your slick fingers that were just on Brentswood's ass. And knowing you, they were on that Russki's cock before."
Diniyar was feeling really sick by now and cold sweat was running down his neck. All his amygdala-driven instincts were screaming at him to run away, to shoot these people down and flee this house because everything here felt like he had landed in the lions' den. But pride forbade him to do that.
"Is that ..." He only dared to utter the thought after he had regurgitated a little bit of vomit and swallowed it down again "- your son?"
"What!" the little creep was outraged. His voice low and threatening, his look from the blood-red eyes even more piercing.
"I'm not their fucking child. I'm their fucking co-creator."
That made Brentwood and Enya giggle as they both pulled him close and wrapped him in a very loving embrace. "Ohhh, you're so cute when you're mean!" said the best and most morally depraved geneticist in the world and the child (the deviant inbred child of two deviant ... siblings?!) groaned and retched in disgust while his father and mother kissed him left and right on the cheeks and he tried to escape from their embrace.
"Bloody hell, let go of me!" he gasped, producing a startling but absolutely adorable childish growl. The two adults let go of him and held their hands up in fake claws and growled at him too but very playfully, where he was clearly serious as he pulled Enya towards him by the collar.
"Cut it out, Doctor. Don't take too much advantage of my good mood and indulgence because of your exuberance after long stays abroad. I assume your payment is on our account."
"Of course, Master," his mother said, tilting her head as if she'd like to be patted on the head, but instead Brentwood straightened up and patted her.
"Good gurl," he cooed as Alexander finally managed to rise, readjusted his metal gauntlet, which had been designed for a much more muscular forearm, and marched over to Diniyar.
"I want to go, please," the latter said softly, not recognizing his own voice.
The child smiled that unsettling smile again.
"Of course I'll let you go," he replied, gesturing for him to bend down. Diniyar- hoping to get the door code or something, obeyed ... and then gasped a breathless, wet "Plggrraa" as something sharp suddenly ripped open his neck and he felt warm moisture flow down his throat, soaking his shirt and chest hair. The child took a step back - with that stare he must have inherited from his mother and yet which was so much more - as he let the broad, sharp, blood-soaked blade snap back into his gauntlet and gave a grisly smile of pleasure.
"Of course you'll be let go. In bits and pieces and small morsels. In this house, being invited to dinner is taken seriously. Because our guests are the main part of the dinner."
Diniyar gripped his neck with shaky hands, feeling the liquid spewing from the hole in it. As he held his bloody hands in front of his eyes, he finally realized that he was dying. He toppled forward and began to bleed out on the tiles of the entrance hall, gurgling and bubbling. He saw the boy reach into his mouth and pull what looked like a thin plastic plate from under his tongue. A moment later, a tremor went through his body and, with a groan that turned into a cougar-like snarl, his eyes lit up and his body turned into ... he became a creature with dark indigo colored skin. Wings sprouted from his back, bursting hidden snaps on his shirt, and a tail suddenly whipped out of equally hidden holes in his jeans. His hair was still snow white but his pupils were black like a shark's where now his eyeballs themselves were blood red. Diniyar felt his eyelids flutter, aware that he must be hallucinating.
"I'm going to my room to the computer. Call me when dinner is ready," said the child. It was a relief when Diniyar closed his eyes because he was suddenly so fucking tired.
"Enya, must tell you. Cool thing seen!" he then heard the boyish voice of the retarded other albino as something grabbed him by the legs and he was dragged wherever.
"A cool thing?" asked Enya.
"Yeah! New gargoyle in town. Have seen. Last week on a rooftop in the Village. Saw him and Original."
"Oh... a new gargoyle with Kermit? Really? I think... that's why Maza and Derek were bugging me before I left. Apparently they then solved the problems with this new hot fellow."
"Never mind. Saw the two of them together. Must talk to you about it. Important idea. Good idea."
"You and an idea of your own - that's what I want to hear."
"Got a plan. Clever plan."
The young man's words - excited and pleased, as well as Enya's calmer replies - blurred into a distant background noise while all thoughts flowed out of Diniyar's head with the blood. Finally, he had to smile again. If only he had admitted to himself that the phrase "cooking Russian" didn't mean that they were cooking a Russian dish - but a Russian person.
No good story without a little cannibalism. What can I say - with food prices and no billionaire to feed hungry gargoyles, you have to resort to other sources. And Diniyar has signed his own death warrant. Enya didn't even think about letting him into her house - she just wanted to go home to her two boys.
Didn't I promise that Enya and Brentwood are deviant and Thailog is a poor bastard? And yet ... somehow a family, right? Like watching the family from texas chainsaw massacre -..-. Since I had 135 chapters to introduce the protagonists and characters of Souls of the Night, this story will develop much faster. If this has disturbed you already, wait and see what I do with Nashville and Graziella.
And if you're thinking ... huh? Wasn't Thailog a seven foot tall psychopath with a daddy complex - who the fuck is that? It IS Thailog. Just ... a tiny Thailog. Remember- Nashville/ Graziella/ The Clan or whoever changed the timeline in 1997- So I can get away with ANYTHING that deviates from Greg Weisman's canon (Wuhahahaha- Thailog laughter*). YES- I know that according to Weisman nothing and nobody can change the timeline but in my universe this is possible. I should add Canon Divergence to the description ... but aren't almost all stories Canon Divergence? You'll have to wait until you find out why there's a TinyThailog now.
Thanks for reading Q.T.
Lyrics: Sub Urban - Freak (feat. REI AMI)
Welcome to our freak show, come meet my monsters
Oh, such a fine collection of stranger things
My patience running thinner on this melting clock
Cerebrum jailed with thoughts most would consider rot
To think you're any different from an animal
A creature, sick, as you should be put down
But I can't help myself
Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na
Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na
Welcome to our freak show, come meet my monsters
(Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na)
Oh, such a fine collection of stranger things
(Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na)
Please, don't hide your imperfections
Nature took two tries to make the man in white
No, I don't mind, you are a beauty
Not temptation, you're my creation
Freak o' Friday night, know I'm the main attraction
Basket acrobat, they wanna see some action
Tinkering with my design, twist and tame my feral mind
Play with me 'til you've found another toy
Let me be your freak show, I could be your favorite monster
Rattle my whole cage, remind me why I can't be fostered
Let me be your freak show, I could be your favorite monster
Lock me up, don't let me out 'cause you know I can't help myself
Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na
Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na
Welcome to our freak show, come meet my monsters
(Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na)
Oh, such a fine collection of stranger things
(Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na)
You're wasting, you're wasting all
Of your time finding a cure when there's no disease
You're wasting, you're wasting all
Of your talent on an audience that sees a freak
Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na
Ooh-na-na-na-na
Can't help myself
Welcome to our freak show, come meet my monsters
(Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na)
Oh, such a fine collection of stranger things
(Ooh-na-na-na-na, ooh-na-na-na-na)
