She picked him up on her way home from work. The sky was threatening thunder and the shadows were beginning to fall. He looked crazy under that light but he also looked like something she needed. The boyfriend at home was forgotten in that moment. She had a sudden desire to taste something different. She blamed it on the sky, it had that kind of electricity about it, the kind that saps into your pores.
He stepped into the car. A school boy face with high cheekbones and bedroom eyes. Among all the beauty there was something terrifying in that face as well, she just couldn’t put her finger on what it was. He smiled at her and said nothing. His smile was beautiful but he looked possessed. A school boy who had, had a run in with the devil she instantly thought. This was why he looked wrong. Both parts of his soul seemed to fighting each other.
If he had been dressed like a vagabond she may have had the sense to leave him there when rain was threatening but he did not look wild. He seemed like a gentleman, she could not leave him there to get wet and cold.
When he stepped into the car she almost decided that she and her boyfriend where no more. She would marry this man, or at the very least be within him forever. Just looking at him sitting there beside her he seemed to be throbbing, wanting, needing flesh, she was not sure how he was that way but he just was. On second thought that may have just been herself, but he smelled like old pennies, violets and crisp night air. He smelled of lust. He smiled a devils smile and said “Go on straight onward until we hit a right turn, from then I will lead the way” He spoke in a way that promised things, hotel rooms, airplanes, illicit things. There was a danger there as well, she wondered if he had a knife.
Thunder began to clap as they drove. The rain began to fall and he watched the rain drops race each other down the window. “There is no real winners, he said, death catches us all.” She shuddered wondering if she was in danger. Her usual judgement had been clouded.They hit the turn and turned right. He spoke again, his eyes seeming to enter her even though she could not look at him. ” We drive on now, straight ahead unless I tell you otherwise.” She should have protested but she liked his voice, it stung in all the right ways. They were headed in the wrong direction for home, and for a brief moment she thought she should drop him of at the town they were soon to be passing through, but with that thought came the crushing feeling of loneliness. He couldn’t go, he had to stay with her. He was promising things, secret unspoken things.
They kept driving and suddenly the town came and went. He kept watching the rain. It had become feverish. Much like a lover who has been waiting for their love to return and when they did there were teeth and tongues. She felt this lust and wondered if her passenger felt the same. She had not looked at his face since he had entered the car. She was afraid to, not knowing what would take over her. He shifted in his seat and put his mouth to her ear “Pull over, he said hotly. She felt him throbbing and in hurriedly pulled the car to the side of the road.
He dragged her, kissing, out of the car and into the back seat. His kiss felt like death and life and his hands were hot. She forgot about everything in that moment. There was no car, just the heaven of him. He sunk inside, this strange man, and she had no boyfriend then. She did not notice the blood that dribbled from her lips nor the pain of dying.
“I am the death darling,” he whispered. “I am here to kill you. Your soul will come with me soon and your body will stay here in decay. I could prove I am death but you will feel it soon, on climax all will come the end. The French call an orgasm the little death so it is fitting. I know you will fight me now that you know but I invite you to. Sometimes I can be fought. Sometimes people can come back from the brink. It is not always there time.”
She heard his words at the climax and tried to fight the enternal sleep but the curtain came down. She died knowing the reason why his face looked at war. He wore the pain of taking lives as well as the love for mankind