Kisses from Hell

With her touch he now felt all.

Sucked hurt and burn from her body

filtered through him

leaving shadows of emotion.

Green crystal eyes shook with her pain

her wants

her needs.

Let go!

She is unique.

The Other looked at her

alone

unsure

beautiful.

Not knowing what happened.

Wanting more.

Wonder fled.

Desire consumed.

Eight

She had felt the connection.

Her life, a puzzle.

Pieces hidden.

One found.

The Other blinked, stood. Again empty of emotion.

Rational.

“I am Sol.”

He wanted her touch. Not her words.

“Oh, umm…”

Peeling her eyes from his,

she searched for a new identity,

not wanting to be tied to the harshness of her given name.

“Aurora. I am Aurora.”

She pointed toward her chest as if forcing the name within her heart. A cool, sun-scented breeze played with the ripe auburn of her tangled hair as she looked around the small room. Her eyes lifted to the windows, and she could see that she was no longer near the earth. Aurora jutted her neck forward and rushed past Sol to the line of windows opposite her.

Her body tense with excitement and wonder.

“How did I get here?”

Her dangerous journey to his place in the trees had warped memories.

“I caught you. You were unconscious, so I brought you in here and waited with you.”

Rational.

Emotion?

Never. Not any.

Except

with her touch.

“You caught me?”

She turned to him. Her positivity turning to annoyance and fear. Pictures of her past becoming clear.

Could this be the end?

No. She had felt something. They had felt something.

A beginning.

She believed what he had said. She was safe. There. With him.

And

she was too changed.

Aurora let her question, her doubt slide out her ears

down her shoulders

out the window.

She wanted nothing to get in the way of what she was feeling.

Finally feeling.

Finally trusting.

Finally happy.

But still, curiosity lingered.

She crossed the room. Back to him.

“Tell me why you kill. I want to understand.”

Nine

He had listened to her words, but could only focus on her lips.

They had barely moved

yet said so much.

Sol wanted to press his close to hers and feel. Block out words and let bodies rush together.

He let his fantasies mellow before speaking.

“Come with me.”

He led her deep into his home and gestured for her to sit at a table covered in papers. Musical dots and tails flicked across the pages.

He took a seat across from her.

“The people you are from, their bodies are luminescent, their pupils consume and reach out for light. That light that courses through them gives us something here, Above.

Something that we must drain.

Something that we must drink.”

His lips parted. A row of teeth revealed. All the same.

He pushed his eyelids together.

Wait.

Two, different.

He had released his canines. Carved to points. Sharp. Deadly.

And gone.

“I do it for this. My music. What you heard, what awakened you, I cannot create

alone.

Without your people, their brilliance

I cannot imagine.

I, we are absent

of feeling, touching.

Of having

true emotion.”