Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Skylight Flash Fiction Repost

Skylight
A Flash Fiction Story
Katherine Rochholz
All Rights Reserved Copyright 2019




            I make cakes, grand, perfect, amazing cakes. I am one of the best in the world. It is why they hired me. Though he should have said no. Because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that the cake design she choose was the one I designed for what should have been my wedding cake. But he knew. He knew because it should be me walking down that isle today, to become his wife.
            Yet, I stand here staring out of the skylight in this kitchen watching the rain clear away into a perfect Iowan June day. The cooks behind me chopping, yelling, crashing, as they make the wedding meal. I stand staring out the skylight that I begged my father to put into the kitchen, on this date, which should have been my wedding day was now hers, just as he was now hers.
            I remember that day, just six weeks ago, I had come home, so happy, I was pregnant, to find him sitting with her, my cousin, who was more my sister, holding her hand.
            “Jamie! I want you to meet my fiancé! He proposed today! And I am pregnant! You will do the wedding cake right?!” Beth jumped up and down.
            My world tilted at that moment. It made sense now why he had wanted to wait to meet my family. “Jamie.” I stated and held out my hand.
            “William.” He took my hand and shook it as if we didn’t know each other. That we hadn’t been talking marriage and moving in together, if we hadn’t been talking children.
            I played the hostess while they were in my apartment, my sister having a key. I was in the kitchen alone when he walked in. “Don’t. Just don’t. Leave the keys to my place by the door.” I told him.
            “Jamie…”
            “No. You are marrying my cousin. My cousin. Out of the all the people I could have been the other woman for, you had to make it her? We are done.” I stormed out of the kitchen to find Beth looking at my computer. Where my design for what was going to be my wedding cake was displayed. It was a seven tier, white and black, classic, 1920’s inspired outlined in gold.
            “O.M.G!” Beth yelled. “A 20’s themed wedding! That is brilliant! I want this! Can this be my cake?”
            I wanted to scream. Say no. But he walked in and smiled. “Money is no object.” He told Beth.
            And I couldn’t say no to my cousin. So I just nodded. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t do anything. But I made the cake.
            So six weeks later I am standing with my head tilted back and looking at the skylight. My flowing maid of honor dress hiding my eleven week pregnant stomach, thankfully I hadn’t popped yet. I turned when a throat cleared. I turned and it was my father. “Daddy.”
            “Poppet, Beth is asking for you.”
            I nodded and turned to look out the skylight one more time. The Iowa summer storm gone, and in its place, was a perfect June day. I turned from the view and walked out of the kitchen; turning my back on the cake and wedding that should have been mine, and put the fake smile on my face as I walked down the aisle to stand by my cousin’s side to marry the father of my child.
            She got my life. Was all I could think as the minister asked if there were any objections. But I stayed silent, for she had my wedding, my husband, my cake, my life…
            And now I could only watch, like looking through the skylight, as her storm turned into the perfect summer day, as my storm raged on…

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Micro Fiction: Hell


Hell
All Rights Reserved 

When I fell I went to #Hell. I became the villain of my story. When I was freed from my prison I came to Earth; leaving my Hell behind. I never expected to Fall once more. But FALL I did; and now I know what Hell truly is... For I fell for this Earth I destroyed. #vss365




Saturday, May 25, 2019

Demonic Savior WIP

Demonic Savior
Katherine Rochholz

Copyright 2012 Katherine Rochholz
Published By E.A.R. Publishing Company 
Waterloo, IA 
Publisher’s Note
All rights reserved as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.  No portion of this book may be reproduced by any means, mechanical, electronic, or otherwise, without first obtaining the permission of the copyright holder.
This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted) is merely coincidental. 
Cover by J.V.K.

God Our Savior…
wants men to be saved and
to come to a knowledge of the truth.
1 Timothy 2:3-4

This is for my Great-Grandmother:
Bridget Agnes Campbell
You were taken home before I got to have my memories but sometimes when the time is just so or a smell hits my nose… 
I can sense you…
I think of you.


Prologue
      “We are gathered here to celebrate the life of Daniella Alexandra Cosette…”  The priest spoke with a deep sadness.  
      He stood at the back and watched as the family grieved for the lost life.  He had walked up and looked upon the face of the girl that was to save the world.  He was skeptical.  She looked too young.  Too perfect.  Then again she was no ordinary former mortal.  He wondered if he could convince her; as was his task.
      He just stood and watched as people, who were about to thrown into hell itself, grieved for the person that might save them… or destroy them…
      He turned and left the scene behind.  His time would come… He just hoped he could save her…


Chapter One: Death

      Dani had taken her sixteen year old pain in the ass sister shopping.  And was regretting it.  But thankfully she was dropping Rebecca off at home now.  She had a five hour drive back to her college campus and was not really looking forward to it in the dark.  It was well after midnight once she pulled into her family’s driveway.  “Malika, you have everything for school now?”
      “Yep, thanks Dani!  I am glad I got to spend the day with you.  I hate that you go to college so far away.”
      “Well, it is my last year there.”  Dani told her, as she put the car into park.
      “Really?  I thought you were going to for your doctorate?”
      “I have been in college since I was eleven, Malika.  I need a break.”  I told her.
      “You are just turned nineteen!  You have all the time in the world for a break.”
      “Maybe, but I have been out of place my whole life.  I want to travel a bit.  I have saved up a bit of money and am going to go abroad and take a few writing classes.  Have a holiday fling.  Something normal.”  She told her sister.  She knew Malika would run in and tell their mom and dad.  And she would spend hours fighting with them when they called.
      “But your dream of becoming President!”
      “Is being delayed by a year.  I have to be normal once.  I have a law degree; I have a Master’s degree.  How many nineteen year olds can say they have a J.D. and a master’s?  Not many!  I am smart yes, but I have to live too, I can’t just be a walking encyclopedia.”
      “Whatever.  You have a safe drive I have to call my boyfriend.”  Malika said as she opened the car door.  
      Dani didn’t know why but she felt like she must get out as well.  “Malika…”  The words died on her lips as she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye.  She barely had time to run around the car before the group of people descended upon Malika as they tried to take her.  “GET OFF HER!”  Dani screamed.  She tried pulled them off Malika.  
      For a brief moment she was successful, Malika was able to get out of their grip.  “Run, Malika!  Inside! Now!”  Dani yelled as the group grabbed her and pulled her towards the center.
      Malika hesitated for just a moment, but then ran to get their parents.  “MOM! DAD!”  But she was too late.  “MOM! DAD! HELP!”
      Dani watched as her parents ran out the door.  Dani could not speak she had made it to the center.  There was a man above her, his eyes red as blood.  “Please…”  Dani begged.  “Please let me go.  I have everything to live for.
      “No you have everything to die for, young one.  Life begins with death.  Well, true life, true freedom begins with death.”
      “Please…”  Dani begged.  “Don’t…”
      “Sorry, a life for a life.  But don’t worry; I think you shall be reborn.”  The being said as he flashed his fangs.
      “Who are you?”
      “I am your new master.”  He stated as he bit down upon her neck.
      The brief moment of pain caused her to scream.  She could see her parents as they tried to get through the crowd.  But they couldn’t get through, as the man with the blood red eyes drained her of her life.  She started to become cold.  She felt her heart beat as it slowed down, and then the man pressed something lukewarm to her lips.  It had a metallic smell.  Blood!  He was forcing blood down her throat. 
      “Drink it my dear.”  The being stated to her.  “Drink it and you shall be forever mine.
      Dani tried to struggle, but it was no use as the blood flowed down her throat and her heart stopped beating.  It was as if time stood still with the last beat of her heart.  She could see everything as it was, the world was dark and cold.  The beings ran and the being that had killed her dropped her lifeless body to the ground.  With her last breath she fell to the ground and the last thing she saw was her family screaming as they turned her over; tears ran down their cheeks and fell upon her lifeless corpse.

Chapter Two: Reborn

      “We are gathered here to celebrate the life of Daniella Alexandra Cosette…”  The priest spoke with a deep sadness.  
      Dani could hear the words spoken over her.  She didn’t know how; after all she was dead.  She couldn’t move.  It was like she was stuck.  She wanted to scream.   She wanted to let them know she was alive.  Or at least her brain was; after all she couldn’t feel her heart beat.  Her heart wasn’t beating.  She was dead.  But her brain was stuck.  It was like she was asleep but she could hear everything.  But she could not see them.  She heard her family crying.  Her few friends whispered their grief amongst themselves.  Why couldn’t she wake up?  She wanted to wake up.  She wanted to be with them.  Their pain had hurt her more than she was scared about being buried while her mind was alive.
      She wanted to scream.  She heard them as they started to lower her coffin into the vault.  Oh God…  She was buried alive… Why couldn’t she scream?  How did she hear them… she heard them!  She heard the cries… She heard the vault being sealed and she heard the dirt as it filled her grave.  Then she heard nothing but the settling of the dirt and the bugs as they moved around the vault.
      She tried to will herself to move.  But she could not get her body to move.  She laid there and listened to the deafening silence of the death.  She didn’t know how long she laid there.  But soon a different feeling came over her.  A feeling of extreme thirst.  She tried again to move, this time she was able to move about!  She knew she had to escape.  She pounded on the coffin and soon the wood gave.  And she sat in a pile of broken wood and inside a porcelain vault.  She had to think for a moment about how she was would be able to escape from the sealed vault.  
She thought for a moment, there was little air in here and soon she would run out.  She knew she would have to try to push the vault door… to slide it off then hope she could dig through the dirt before it killed her.  She pushed on the vault door… she tried to slide it.  But it did not work.  She started to panic.  She pushed against the vault door like a crazy woman… it gave!  Just a bit, but she was able to move her fingers to the top of the vault and push.  She made a space wide enough for her to dig herself out as the dirt quickly filled the hole she created.  
She dug through and finally, after what seemed like hours she broke through and gasped for breath.  She didn’t notice the man that stood above her until she spoke.
      “Dani, are you fine?”  The man asked.
      "Of course I am not fine!  I just dug myself out of a grave!  Who are you?"  Dani asked the man that stood above the grave... stood above her grave.
      "I am the darkness, which has invaded your soul."  The being responded, with a twinkle in his eye.  She knew he had spoken a lie.
      Dani was confused.  "What is your name?  And who are you really?"
      "Zen.  Who I am will be answered shortly."
      "You are not the one that killed me."
      "No, I am the one assigned to find you, to train you."
      "Why?"  
      "That is what the King wants."
      Dani looked at Zen.  He was handsome, young, maybe twenty, his dark hair seemed to pop against the pale youth of his face, but what caught her attention most was his eyes; his eyes, the bluest things she had ever seen.  They seemed to shine with life.  “What am I?”  Dani knew she was no longer human.  Her heart laid lifeless in her chest.
      “A vampire.”
      “Are you?”
      “No, far from it.”
      “Is your king the one that killed me?”
      “No.  My King is the one that wants to save you.”
      “Why?”
      “Because you shall save the children of angels.”
      “Why?”
      “Your sister is one.”
      “Malika?”
      “Yes, she was given to your mother and father, adopted.  She is the child of one of the seven virtues and an archangel.”
      “And me?  How do I figure into this?  Besides being a monster.”  Dani hated what she was already, vampires are demons, or they were in the stories, she always thought they were just stories.  Now she knew they were real.  She is living proof… well, undead proof.   She did not want eternal life.
      “You are the daughter of Lucifer himself.  However you have a choice.  You can choose to be on God’s side or Lucifer’s.  That is why the child of Chastity was given to you, to be your sister.  Malika, daughter of Michael, was given to you to help you with your choice, to sway you towards your true destiny.”
      “What if I don’t want to choose?  What if I don’t want this life?”
      “You don’t have a choice.  You must choose.  I will be your trainer if you choose to side with God.”
      “Zen, I should have known.”  A dark gravelly voice came from the shadows.  “Her highness always chooses his favorite.”
      “Zeith.”  Zen said in a way of greeting.  “Zeith shall be your trainer if you choose to side with Lucifer.”  There was a deep sadness in his voice when he said Zieth’s name.
      “Brother don’t sound so hurt about it.”
      “Zeith we both choose a side.  I chose our creator.  You chose The Morning Star.”
      “We have prophesized her.  She will drain the mutts of angels and shall become Lucifer’s right hand, leading the vampires, leading the world into darkness…”  Zeith lowered his voice.  “For eternity…”
Dani sat on the ground shocked.  She had just dug herself out of her grave.  She was a vampire and she had to choose between good and evil…  Oh and to make things more messed up, her sister was the daughter of angels.  Life could not get much worse… Then she realized… she had no life… she was dead.  A dead being that just dug herself from her grave.  She looked at Zen, and where he was light, Zeith was dark, except for his hair.  Zieth studied her as she studied him; he had blonde hair and black eyes with red pupils.  His skin was deeply tanned.  “What are you?”
      “I am a demon of course.  A damned angel.  And Zen here is my twin brother.  He is the ‘oh so perfect’ twin.”  Zeith responded.
      “An angel…?”  Oh God, this could not be true.  She passed out studying her mythology notes.  She tried to pinch herself, but before she could, the coldness of her skin shocked her.  
       “Yes, I am an Angel, an Earth Angel.  I am bound to the Earth.”
      “Why?”
      “For you.  Our Creator, Dani, is a fair and loving King.  She created us to be happy.  However, your father, The Morning Star, has other ideas.”
      “Do not listen to him.  You are designed to drain the mutts... The children of Angels… You were born to leave a trail of blood in your wake... You, Daniella, are the queen of death!”  Zeith proclaimed.
      “I do not want that!  I am dead!”
      “You will get over it.”  Zeith said.
      “Death is not something you can get over... Ever... Some people think you can... You can't... Death is forever... Even if you do come back from the grave...”  Zen said to Zeith, he noticed the pain in Dani’s eyes.  Death was final… but she was cursed to be one of the undead.
      “I want to find the man who destroyed my life and watch the blood red of his eyes cloud over with the white veil of death.”  Dani said without thought.  
      “Be careful what you wish for Dani.”  Zen stated.
      “I can help you with that.  You know you want to be dark.  Darkness is the path to revenge.  Darkness is in you blood, Daughter of The Morning Star, darkness is yours to reap and sow!”
      “Revenge is the path to eternal damnation!”  Zen yelled back.
      “Oh and the lighted path you travel is so fantastic?  You walk on Earth until the end of time.  Just because you feel guilt over not being have to ‘save’ me.”  Zeith rolled his eyes and even did air quotes around the word save.
      “You are my twin.  My brother! I should have been able to save you from the punishment you were dealt!  I should have been able to convince you to side with God over her so called perfect being, Lucifer!”  Zen was upset.  Zeith knew how to push his buttons.
      “Hell isn’t so bad.  I get to come up here a lot and corrupt innocent young mortals and gain their souls.”  Zeith responded.  “Like young Dani here… At least the souls I gain get to have a bit of fun before they burn in hell.”
      “I will not burn in hell.”  Dani pulled herself the rest of the way out of her grave.  “I did nothing wrong.  I did not, I repeat did not, ask for this.  I will gain my revenge but the only being I am going to destroy is the monster that did this to me.  Then after that I…”  Dani didn’t know what to say.  She didn’t have any answers about her life anymore.  And there was a dark thirst that burned her throat.  “I am thirsty.”
      “The mortals and mutts is what you are thirsting for, you want their life.  Their souls!  You want to drain that life from them and enjoy it.  Embrace your destiny.”  Zeith said.
      “We will get you something to drink Dani once you have made your choice.”
      “I will not kill my sister.  I will not kill any being except the one that destroyed me.”  Dani said with a determination.  She tried to steady herself, but she was still disoriented.  
      Zen grabbed a hold of her to steady her.  “She has made her choice Zeith.  You should leave.”
      Zeith left.  Dani had made her choice.  “I will be back.  You may feel that way now.  But you are a princess in hell.  The daughter of Lucifer.”  Zeith disappeared and left Zen and Dani, as they stood over her grave.
      Dani took a moment before she spoke.  “What did Zeith mean I am born from Lucifer?  My dad is the devil?  He isn’t my biological father is he?”  Dani looked at Zen, he seemed to sweating more than Satan in a confessional; of course part of her can't believe she just asked him that question either but it was not out in the open.  She couldn't take the question back and wouldn't take it back.  She needed to know the truth about her family.
      “Your parents made a deal with a being, a demon, for a child.  Lucifer knew that he would never have his child raised by the mother that gave birth to you; after all she was easily corruptible.  He allowed the demon to make the deal, placing you in your parent’s hands.”
      “What did they give Lucifer?”
      “They agreed to give him their natural born children if they should have any.  They never did.  We wanted to make sure that we could give you a chance at redemption, all souls deserve a chance, even if they are born from Lucifer himself.”
      “So they sent my sister?”  Dani was confused.
      “Yes they sent you the mortal child of angels to give you your chance.  They also placed a curse upon you.  You can drain the children of the angels that are on Earth for you to protect and thus giving the Earth up to your biological father.  Or you can save them.”
      “How?” 
      “Well that is where I come in.  I shall train you to battle the demons that wish to kill the children.”  Zen grabbed Dani’s and lead her from the cemetery.  “But there is time for more information.  We have a long road ahead of us young Dani.”
      “I am thirsty.”  Dani couldn’t focus.  There was a deep burning thirst that threatened to consume her.
      “I will get you something Dani.  Trust me.”  Zen said with a twinkle.  
      Dani didn’t know why but she did trust him.  Maybe it was the knowledge that he was an angel, but something within her soul told her that he could be trusted.  “Okay.”
      “Come.”  Zen said and placed her in the car that waited outside the gates.  “We have much to do.  But first we have to go hunting.”
      Dani was confused but didn’t question it as she settled into the leather seat of the car.  And watched as Zen drove out of town, from the only home she had ever known.  From the place that held onto her life.  After all she was now a member of the undead… 

Chapter Three: Revelation

      “Dani, you have to eat.”  Zen said as he threw the deer on the ground.
      “No.”
      “You said the thirst is burning your throat.  It has been three days!  You have to eat.  I am not going to continue hunting if you don’t eat.  You will waste way the demons will win.”
      “It is all about demons this and demons that.  I don’t even understand how I am standing here, let alone that I am supposed to save the bloody children of the angels!  Can’t they save them themselves?  They are angels after all!  That is the only reason you are keeping an eye on me!  All you want me to do is save the poor weak children of the angels.”  Dani was mad, they had spent about 2 and half days traveling, during the day she spent time in the back under a blanket as the sun did truly burn her, and it is not let she hadn’t tried to drink the blood, but she just couldn’t drink it.  It made her physically sick, she just hadn’t told Zen about that yet.
      “Dani…”  Zen changed his tone of voice.  He came and took her hand and sat down with her on the glider.  “You have to eat.  I worry for you.  You will not die, you will waste away, and someone can easily kill you.  That wouldn’t be good for many reasons, least of all the fact it would mean you are truly gone from this Earth.”
      “And the children of angels would die, and you will have failed and you will have to punish yourself some more.  What if I don’t care?”  Dani pushed him away from her.  But he was correct she was weak.
      “You care for your sister.  If you can’t do it for yourself, do it for her… for me…”  Zen grabbed her hand again and turned her to face him.  “It isn’t just about them, it isn’t just about me; it is all about you.  You are special rather or not you know it Daniella Alexandra Cosette.”  Zen said, as he pushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
      “Zen… I can’t eat…”  Dani confessed.
      “But you must!”
      “No you don’t get it I can’t.  I have tried when you aren’t looking.  It makes me so sick, I throw it all up.”
      “Your body is rejecting the blood?”
      “Yes.”
      “Okay…”  Zen allowed the worry to flash in his eyes, but before Dani could comment it was gone.  “We will just have to find you other food.”  Zen stood up.  
      “Where are you going?  You haven’t eaten yet.  And you promised me answers today.”  Dani said and stood up with him.
      “There are more important things than food for myself right now.”  Zen said, concern showed in his eyes.
      “You will not get out of explaining to me how I have come to be.  I wan to know why I am a vampire.  Why I am talking, breathing, walking, why I seem like myself, but my heart doesn’t beat.  I burn in the sun, my skin has a bluish tint, and I have fangs…”  Dani stated as she stood her ground.
      “I will tell you, but let me try to find you something you can eat.  You are weak.  You should be able to move faster than you are, you should be able to put me under your thrall but you can’t, because you haven’t fed.  You need to feed.”
      “Fine, you have until an hour before dawn.  Then I am coming to find you.  And I will get my answers.”  Dani stated and moved inside the cabin, and left Zen to his precious mission.
      Zen didn’t know what to think.  He knew that Dani needed blood, but her body was rejecting animal blood.  He had no choice… He had to find human blood.  There was a hospital about three hours away; hopefully they had what he needed.
      Dani sat at the kitchen table.  They were in the middle of nowhere.   She looked at the clock it was two in the morning and Zen had been gone for only an hour.  Dani was bored.  She had cooked, cleaned and read all the books in the house.  She was about to try the deer blood again when she heard a noise.  It was a swishing sound.  Then she heard first steps on the porch.  She froze and waited.
      Dani could hear the being outside the door.  She knew it wasn’t mortal.  There was no heartbeat, like her, it breathed slowly in and out, out of habit.  She waited, and though a moment ago she was scared to death… now she had a faint calm come over her.  She knew however was on the other side would be the one that would not be walking out of here.  She stopped her breathing.
      The being on the other side knew his prey was in there, but the master wanted her alive.  Pity, it would be so much easier to kill her.  The breathing inside stopped.  The being could not make out where the baby vampire was at no longer.  But it didn’t matter soon the master would have her by his side.  And his bid for power will reach the end.  The being lifted their foot and kicked in the door.  The door flew across the room and crashed through the wall on the other side.
      Dani knew the moment before they made their move.  She didn’t stop to think about the show of strength the being just showed.  Not if she wanted to live.  She moved quickly around and brought the cast iron skillet down on their head the moment he broke through the door.  They fell to the floor with a thud.  The blood seeped from their head was a bluish and Dani’s thirst flared to life.  She was unaware of what she was doing until after it was over.  
      Dani stood and looked at the body, what once had been a handsome male, of some sort of being, as it withered away to nothing but ash.  She had drained it.  And the thirst that had been burning in her throat since her death was now calm.  Still there in the back, but not as insistent as it once had been; but she craved more of the sweet blood that she had just consumed.  But she had just killed a being and what disturbed her the most, was how easy it was to do it.  The man went from being an animate creature to dust because of her actions.   This had to be a nightmare.  She wasn’t really a monster.  This had to be just a nightmare she thought and crawled into bed, she didn’t even bother to clean up the dust or fix the house.  She had to sleep.  She knew that everything would be better when she work up.  She wouldn’t be a monster, and everything would be clearer in the fresh light of a new dawn.





Wednesday, May 22, 2019

EXCERPT FROM PRAYING

WARNING SEX SCENE

EXCERPT FROM PRAYING

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED





            That night Lysandra made sure her siblings were asleep before she left to the local bar. She went for only one reason, to feel something for a moment of time, something other than numbness and anger. She stood at the bar a few empty shots of tequila in front of her, she slammed another one before she looked around the bar. She smirked when she saw a man by the jukebox. He stood in a suit, his tie was undone, and he looked like he wanted to sneak out the back. Lysandra swayed her hips and smirked, he was perfect. She moved over to him, and grabbed his drink and finished it, before she grabbed his hand. “Dance with me.”
            The man dumbly nodded and followed her to the dance floor. They danced like they were having sex with their clothes on, but they didn’t stay long. No, Lysandra needed to feel. She dragged him out to his car for some good ole stress relieving sex.
            This nameless man picked her up and had her wind her legs around his waist, as he made his way to his car. He pressed her back to the car and ground into her. He needed her. He needed her now. "I want you.” His voice was hot and low in her ear as he whispered huskily, due to arousal and the liquor they consumed. They were pressed flush together and Lysandra could feel just how much he wanted her as he canted his hips forward against her.
A moan found itself out of her throat as his lips descended on the sensitive skin of her neck. She needed to feel and he was helping. "Take me." Lysandra almost begged. That seemed to be all it took because they were no longer a mess of hands and lips and the car door was swung open. Lysandra fell against the back seat, with this nameless man over her. Their lips met in another filthy kiss full of teeth and tongue. Lysandra was ready, wet, and needed to get him to make her feel!
This man stripped them and Lysandra enjoyed the view, he was lean and perfect, slightly toned and not as sickly pale as she had assumed from his hands. It was more like his skin was like cream; it was just as soft beneath her roaming hands. Because she needed him now!  Her eyes fell on his cock as it sprung free from its bonds. He was well endowed, thick and long as he stroked himself, and put on the condom she had put in his hand on the dance floor, she for sure picked well tonight. The very sight had her spreading her legs reaching out to pull him down.
His hands were on her again paired with hot kisses and teeth that would graze her skin sending chills down her spine.  This is exactly what she needed, to not think, to just feel, and then his fingers were brushing over the most sensitive part of her. He worked her clit with fingers so skilled and focused that she got exactly what she wanted, she couldn't think. She came undone at those masterful fingers, her legs shaking and voice calling out to a God she didn’t know existed. If she had thought that she was wet before she was positively dripping now.  "No- no, more,” she begged. She wanted more than just his teasing fingers; she wanted to feel him thrusting into the deepest part of herself, she needed it more than her next breath.
He complied eagerly. There was a quick moment where there weren't any sensations stimulating her, but that moment was quickly ended. He knelt between her spread legs grabbing her hips to pull her closer. She wanted to tell him to hurry, to take her, delve into her, but she didn't have to, he was thrusting into her fully with one quick motion. He bottomed out in a second and she threw her head back in a silent 'o'. Though she wanted fast and dirty, he was gentle with her, and let her get used to his size. The first thrust rough and needy as he entered her, but he waited for her. She lay beneath him, legs wrapped around his slim waist. Her whole body shook with need. "Move,” she demanded and rolled her hips and gave a soft moan at the pleasure of it. He groaned as she tightened around him, squeezing him in the most pleasant way. Slowly he pulled out to the very head, and thrust just an inch back.
A devilish grin was on his lips as he teased her. Slowly he thrust into her over and over with just his head. Her stomach twisted in need as she tried to roll her hips to meet his thrusts, to make him go deeper. Strong hands at her hips pressed her down into the mattress so she didn't even have a chance. "Tell me you want it. Tell me what it is you want and I will give it to you," he murmured heatedly as he teased her dripping lips with his hot cock. He pulled out completely then rutting against her, grazing her clitoris and making Lysandra call out.
"I want you to fuck me. Please! Don't tease me anymore!” Lysandra ordered as she dug her finger tips into this man’s shoulders. There would surely be bruises there, marks reminding him of their night together. The very thought made her moan just as he thrust deeply into her again. There was only pleasure that zapped up her spine making her arch her back for more. He groaned as he pulled back again and thrusting as far as he could. Lysandra matched his moans because that was all her pleasure clouded mind could comprehend. This man would murmur against her skin as he took her. He thrust into her sweetly when he felt like it, and harder when she begged. His cock pulsed in her as she clenched around him when he hit a particularly sweet spot inside. She was moaning and writing beneath him their bodies moving together. They needed one another and as they had sex, even if it was just to feel for her, and a want to get lucky for him, Lysandra began to feel her orgasm deep in her stir.  A warm sensation started just behind her navel and she called out to him, “harder, more, please!” She pleaded over and over in different variations. She was close to her climax and if the erratic snap of his hips was any indication he was close as well.  He murmured sweet nothings over and over when he was not crashing their lips together in a filthy meeting. Urgency came to their touches then, both of them seeking something from the other. It was not long until they were both coming together. A toe curling orgasm pulsed its way through her as she cried out. Her back arched and this nameless man did his best to keep her still. There would be bruises on her hips the shape of his fingers in the morning. For a long moment as they rode their climax out, they kissed. They held onto one for a moment while they rode out their highs. She felt as he slipped from her, and she turned them so his back was against the seat. He fell asleep. She snorted and moved to get dressed.
After she finished dressing Lysandra stood outside the car, smoking a cigarette. The one night stand nameless man was sleeping in his back seat. She sighed, she couldn’t seem to be but numb even if the numbness left long enough for her to achieve an orgasm. She would be thankful to this nameless man for the moments that left her without thought. She flicked her cigarette away and walked to her truck. It was time for her to return to reality, the numbness, and anger that came with being human.

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Insomnia Café Relaunch


Insomnia Café
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Prologue:

When I was fifteen I lied about my age and joined the military. Two and half years made no difference. I had my high school diploma. But college? Not my scene. I after all was a street rat.
When I was twenty seven a bullet ended my military career. I literally was going to make it my life choice, but I am not one for a desk job. So the bullet that took out three pounds of my thigh? Yeah, sent me back into civilian life after twelve years. I walked into the Marines with nothing to my name. I walked out with a cane with a skull head and ruby eyes, with a healthy sized savings account. After all, how was I going to spend my paycheck when I was doing missions that weren’t even fully put on the books?
After a year of physical therapy I choose to take my life savings and open up an all-night café. Why a café? Because it allowed my insomnia an outlet and it allowed me to use those skills my father taught me before he was killed when I was eight, he had been a baker. So a few self-taught lessons to catch up on baked goods, I settled down in the big city and opened up my café.
I named it Insomnia Café.
What I didn’t expect was that it would become the Switzerland in a sea of crazy.
From the very first ‘villain’ and the very first ‘hero’ to walk into my doors I declared neutral and stayed out of it. There was no way I was going to be drawn into any type of drama. I did the hero thing. I wanted nothing to do with it. I did the villain thing. I wanted nothing to do with it. I was now neutral.
The city is full of characters, and most of them are my regulars. From Superheroes to Super Villains to Everyday Heroes to the standard criminals to the regular Joe off the street; they are all my customers.
My café has become a central hub that is neutral and a safe place for all. Where all is safe, where all laws seem to become non-existent, where nobody breaks my rules, after all for being a normal human, I can cause fear in the worst of super villains and heroes alike.
I am Vevila Baxter, and these are my stories of my regulars at Insomnia Café.










Chapter One: The First Villain

            Daniel.
Well, that is his real name.
When he first came in to my café I admit even I was attracted to him. He was just my type. The opposite of what people expected from me. He was smart. Sweet. Polite. A Gentleman. Should have known he was gay.
What I would find out later was that he was a villain.
But honestly, what is a villain? Nobody is born a villain. They are made that way.
Sometimes, it is just the choices they make that seem for the greater good that turn around and bite them in the ass. 
One event.
That is all it takes. One event.
Rather the event takes seconds, days, weeks, months, or years. It just takes one event to change the hero into the villain.
But sometimes.
Just sometimes, it can take one person to save the villain and redeem them; then again…
Sometimes the villain doesn’t need to be saved…
Daniel was one of those villains that didn’t need to be saved. Yes, he was ‘evil’ but what was evil? I mean was anybody pure evil? He wasn’t. After all, I happen to know he has a soft spot for kids.
But when I first met Daniel he was just a typical customer who came in and got a cup of Earl Grey tea and sat down with his notebook and ignored the world around him.
One day as I walked over to refill his cup he asked me a question. 
“What are your thoughts on humanity?” He asked as he shipped his tea. 
“As a whole we are pretty fucked up. The general population is blind to the majority of what is going on in the world. It takes something major for them to wake up. Example that fucking man in his underwear flying around dropping things through roofs just so he can catch a ‘bad guy.’” Yes, I made the air quotation marks. “We are always in a hurry. Why? We all live. We all die. Good. Bad. All subjective.” I picked up a few scattered newspapers and magazines.  “What are your thoughts?”
“Humans are needy creatures who need constant praise and validation that they are doing right. It makes them the perfect species to dominate allowing my world domination plans to come to fruition.”
“World domination?”
“Well, yes in general. I will be ruler.”
“How about free will? Freedoms. The ability to make our own choices? I would never be subjected to a totalitarian rule.”
“I mean.... you are right people have to make their own choices and have free will...” He shrugged. “But the majority all want someone to make the choices. To give them the illusion of free will. To give them the illusion of a choice but no actual choice. And of course, you would be exempt from my total rule. You are neutral territory.  And you don’t treat me differently. You are different.”
I snorted. “Okay, Daniel. Cause any damage to my shop and you pay for it.”
Daniel smiled. “Of course, dear Switzerland.” 
“I do have a name you know?” I laughed. 
“Well, yes. But I like your code name better.”
“My code name, given by you and not the one I had for the government, is a name of a country.”
He shrugged. “What was your code name?”
I smirked. “Pray one day you don’t find out Daniel.” I walked back to my counter and back into my kitchen. 
We had conversations like this for a while. He would try to get details from me. And I would get details from him. 
“You are a genius! Why never go to college?” He asked one day when we were discussing some math for some weapon he was creating.
I just raised an eyebrow. “And how do you know if I have or not?” I asked as I turned and served a guest their coffee and doughnut.
Daniel sighed. “I hacked your file. Found you graduated from high school right before you were fifteen.”
“So?”
“I even was sixteen when I graduated and I am a certified genius with an eidetic memory!”
“So?”
“You must have a similar mind as mine!”
“Or I am a very good forger.” I stated as I turned to go into the kitchen for a moment.
“That may be but this was when you were a child! You had no reason to forge a picture of you in the paper getting your diploma!” He yelled back at me.
I came back out with a try of cookies and put them into the display case. “I will make you a deal Danny Boy. Tell me why you choose this path,” I waved my hand towards his ‘evil’ plans. “And I will tell you why I didn’t go to college.”
Daniel looked at her and tilted his head. “I will get one question a day and you will answer me truthfully.”
I nodded. After all I had a silver tongue and could bend the truth, it was an easy concession.
Daniel sighed. “It wasn’t anything big in terms of world destroying, besides my world. Really. But it was enough for me…” He shrugged. “It was fifteen years ago…”
Daniel was happy. He was thirteen and he finally had heard the words that his father was proud of him. Why? He had fought back and broke that face of the older boy who was bullying him. His father was a blue collared worker and had been an abusive drunk towards his mother and him. It was why Daniel escaped into his studies. It was why in three years he would be out of high school and able to escape for college. He was fascinated with technology and engineering and already had a few patents on a few different types of pieces of technology. One day he would own his own company. He swore it to himself.
But there was something about that pride.  It gave him a rush. He wondered what it would be like to stand up to all those hurt him. Or dare hurt his baby sister. She was only five and such a smart cute child. Soon he found himself taking martial arts classes as well, and he got himself a bit of rep of taking on the bullies. He was a ‘hero’ in his neighborhood. He used his brains and brawns. It wasn’t long before he had an outfit that would move with him but protect him from knives that the thugs carried. He was close to making it bullet proof even! He could grow up to be a hero!
He was sixteen when it all went up in flames. He had tussled with the wrong ‘bully’. That would end up being the catalyst to his change.
He had to leave for an award event and would be gone but a day. He was so excited. It was a scholarship to CTU! Charles Technology University was the best in the country for engineering! He would be able to make so many connections that his dream of having the leading company in the world for technology advancement was slowly moving forward! He had packed and kissed his sister goodbye, made sure there was food in the fridge, and made sure that bastard he had as an old man had enough beer to pass out to leave his mom and sister alone. Though the man had yet to lay a hand on his baby sister.  He left for the event; today would be the start of getting his mother and his sister away from the man that hurt them. He swore it. He promised it. And he wanted to be a man of his word. The superhero of all stories.
Daniel was on top of the world. He had gained the scholarship. He was talking to all those he needed to know in the industry. He was coming into his own. He was so happy. So, so happy. Then his world shattered. His teacher who had given his name for the award came up to him.
“Danny, we have to talk. Come on.” Mr. Hendry took him into an office. “Danny, I am so sorry, but your sister, she was attacked and killed.” He told him.
Daniel froze. He started thinking a million miles a minute. He would make sure nobody hurt anybody like his sister. “Who? And how?” He asked when he spoke. It was a deep whisper, dark and full of pain and death.
Daniel shook his head, “what followed was horrible. He told me only what the cops told him. But I hacked the files. I saw what that monster did to her. I swore nobody would be killed the way she was again. At first it started as vengeance.” He stated as he sipped his tea looking at me. “Of that I will not lie. After awhile they labeled me the villain. I killed. I didn’t care. After all, my sister couldn’t live why should others. Then that self-righteous prick started trying to tell me I was the villain, and I thought how one event broke the hero in me. I am just human after all. And though my attentions can be good, I will be cast as the villain. I started out a childhood hero, and then my moral compass was broken in the name of trying to make the world safer so nobody else’s world would be shattered like mine was that fateful day. I just kept making hard and harder choices, more questionable choices for the greater good; and in the end I realized I was the villain. I want to dominate to prevent the pain I felt, that I feel. After all, grief doesn’t end. It becomes easier to deal with daily. The wound of that pain never leaves you; it just becomes less of an open wound and more of a scar. So that is my story.”
I looked at him. “College wasn’t my place. I was nothing but a street rat, I could fight, crack shot, I may have a mind similar to yours, but it was broken a long time before I left for the military that faithful day so many years ago. Maybe, maybe, one day you will learn my story.” I filled his cup and walked back to the counter, leaving him his thoughts.