fairwells

Saling West

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:00:06 GMT

Anna sat on the boat. She was sailing West on the Pacific Ocean. She was headed for distant locales in the Far East. She longed to see strange, wondrous sights.

An older gentleman approached her. He had graying hair. He appeared middle aged. He was charming and affable. He asked her if she was journeying alone. She replied, "Yes."

"I'm traveling alone myself too. This trip is for business, for work."

"I travel for pleasure and to see something new."

"I'm married and have two grown children. My name is Gray."

"I'm not married and don't have any kids."

"Such a pretty woman like yourself unattached?"

"Well, there is someone, but we can't be together right now. Maybe in a year that will all change."

"I see. Would you like to join me for dinner?"

"That's very kind of you. I accept."

They had dinner together. Then he asked her if she would sleep with him. She was amazed.

"But you're married."

Please Don't say anything

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:23:31 GMT

The Immortal of Battle returned to the table.

"I'm sorry but I must leave and attend to an urgent matter."

He took Anna's hand and kissed it lightly.

"Until we meet again, Mistress of Pain and Pleasure."

"Au revoir, Izuko."

He nodded to Juanelo.

"Immortal of Death."

"May victory be yours, Battle."

Izuko paid the bill and left into the pouring rain with an attendant with an umbrella waiting to usher him into a stretch black hummer limousine.

Don Juan watched Anna's gaze follow Izuko into his awaiting chariot.

"Are you two cozy as two mummies in a tomb?"

Anna snapped back from her reverie.

"What ever do you mean?"

"Don't be coy with me, Mistress. I know you too well."

"I'm not married like you are."

Don Juan gently grabbed her jaw and turned his gaze on her.

"We're just friends. We have coffee dates."

He pondered. He softly let go of her face.

"Anna, are you falling in love?"

Anna sighed mournfully.

"I'm the Mistress of Pain and Pleasure, Don Juan. Not the Mistress of Love and Joy."

Juanelo smiled.

"Indeed, mi amor. That you are."

"I've missed you, Juanelo."

"And I You."

"How have you been?"

"Sending everyone I find to their graves as usual."

"Your work is never done."

"How is your wife?"

"We have our differences, but it is the same as it always is."

Anna nodded.

"Well he already paid the bill, so I should return home, Don Juan."

"I'll walk you home."

"I didn't bring an umbrella."

"Neither did I."

They walked into the dark night and heavy rain. All they could hear was the thunder of the rain pelting everything around them. It was a cold autumn night. The streets were lonely for all with common sense were indoors safe behind locked doors and cozy fires.

Don Juan offered his arm.

She took it gracefully.

"It's cold, raining, and gloomy. I'm as wet as a poor street cat. But I think it's beautiful out. Don't you Juanelo."

"Death is beautiful to me. And when it rains, the heavens cry for those that must die. And to me that is beauty."

"Oh, Juanelo."

"Yes?"

Anna looked at him from a side glance.

"You know I think of you from time to time."

"My heart ached for you. I knew it was wrong but I ached for you."

He stopped and turned her to him.

She took her hand and placed it over his lips.

"Please don't say another word. It can never be. You belong where you have taken vows to belong. Don't say anything, please."

Somewhere over the rainbow

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 08:08:47 GMT

Don Juan did not use an umbrella. His dark hair was slicked back wet from the rain. His cloak of shadows shimmered and writhed. He paused to remove his glasses and use a crimson handkerchief to wipe off nature's dew. He saw Anna and nodded.

She smiled.

He smoothly glided over to their table. Izuko stood up, placed his left hand on the hilt of his saber, and stretched out his right hand to shake the Immortal of Death's hand. They shook hands.

"Well met, Immortal of Death."

"Hail, Immortal of Battle."

"And hello to you Anna, mistress of pain and pleasure."

Anna smiled.

"I was just telling Anna how we fought off the goblins in the last raid to Kanorkey Isles. Care to join us?"

"Perhaps for just a cup of coffee."

The immortal of battle pulled up a chair for him.

Anna was lost in thought. The presence of Don Juan left her unaffected. She was wandering through a miasma of brittle thoughts and unanswered exclamations. Echos of hardened but thudded footsteps on her soul.

Don Juan observed Anna's inattentiveness. The way she continued to stir her coffee absent-mindedly and never taking a sip. She was elsewhere.

Izuko speaking passionately about his exploits was suddenly interrupted by an incoming call.

"Pardon me, I will have to take this. Important news about the front lines."

He got up and walked to a more private area of the shop. Anna didn't react to any of this. She was just staring off into space.

Don Juan placed his hand over the one stirring and said, "Anna. Que pasa? Que esta en tu cabeza? Que piensas?"

Anna turned her gaze to him and murmured, "Hmmm..."

"Where are you, Anna?"

She stared into the Immortal of Death's eyes and then looked over at Izuko. Her gaze rested on his form and demeanor. She watched him gesticulate.

She turned back to Don Juan and answered,

"I'm somewhere, but maybe not here."

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 08:52:27 GMT

Anna sat in the coffee shop alone, sipping her cafe latte languishly. She was lost in thought when he entered.

Captain Izuko, Lord and Immortal of Battle, stepped out of the rain into the quaint, warm abode. His stern and sustere gaze left nothing unobserved. His steely blue eyes rested a mere but poignant moment on Anna. He placed his hand on his saber and assuredly walked over and approached.

"Good afternoon, Mistress of Pain and Pleasure."

"Good afternoon, Captain. It's good to be out of the rain. Care to join me?"

The immortal bowed slightly.

"It would be an honor and delight to do so."

He sat down and took off his naval cap to reveal his dark blonde shaven head.

"May I ask why such a fetching beauty as yourself is dining alone?"

"Today was a day of reverie. I'm in a fog. Lost in thought. Just a fog. I'm afraid I'm not much company to speak of at the moment."

"Well perhaps I can regal you with some lusty tales of blood and battle. Some of my most recent exploits."

"Perhaps."

He set off to tell his tale of conquest and wonder.

She sat there adrift, afloat, lost in time and space as he continued to entice her with tales of great feats and bravery. She seemed like a prop on a stage. Not in this world or of it. Just floating somewhere above. Below? Elsewhere.

She sipped her coffee. Nodded here and there. Made the appropriate noises when cued.

Was she just following a script someone left with a shiny star just for her?

Perhaps something was terribly amiss. She wandered. Her mind wandered effortlessly.

The door opened and there stood Don Juan.

Anna smiled.

DANCE DANCE DANCE

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 03:28:17 GMT

I'm in a disco inferno dancing on Venus
with starlight and moonbeams
the melody moves my feet
I bounce to the rhythm of the hands of the universe
guiding me on a kaleidoscopic Alice in Wonderland ride
I find myself in front of the Grand Puba
and mismatched twins are guarding the Golden Door
I still dance the rhythm. Feel the beat.
Lose control. In this monstrous heat.
Can you feel it now?
Music grows louder, can-can space cadettes pump the crowd
DANCE DANCE DANCE
MOVE YOUR FEET
I'm underneath the disco ball, all alien eyes are on me
DANCE DANCE DANCE
TO THE RHYTHM
I'm dancing like I'm coming out of the womb
Here my feet with it's primal scream
WAVE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR
AND WAVE THEM LIKE YOU JUST DON'T CARE
The sweat streams down my body
I'm flowing like a mermaid out of a cove
Rainbowlicious pink rain falls down on me
DANCE DANCE DANCE
TO THE RHYTHM
FEEL YOUR SOUL
SET IT FREE
Death touched my soul and like a vise
it twisted me down to my core
Death grabbed the caterpillar
and swallowed it up
But now it shoots it out like a fiery star into
the deep blue magical night
A Rainbow butterfly
on the winds of chaos.

I'll be out in a few

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 02:56:42 GMT

The knocking on the door resumes but louder this time. Juanelo looks rather puzzled and annoyed.

"Who dares defy Death," he rhetorically queried to himself.

He opened the door and looked head to toe at Brandon. All 6'2" of him. His long sandy brown hair tied back. His piercing hazel eyes unmoved. Wearing black jeans and a dark, almost black blue t-shirt. And the Chaos insignia emblazoned on the shirt pocket.

Juanelo raised his finger and said, "Ahh, yes, A Chaotic one. They do have a tendency to cause trouble needlessly. I, on the other hand, have finality.

Brandon peered past Juanelo's shoulder at Anna adjusting herself on the sofa. She gives him the middle finger. He chuckles to himself.

"Well I don't mean to interrupt but your wife is on her way here looking for you. There practically walking up the stairs."

Juanelo turns quite still. He smoothly and calmly takes his cloak. He does not glance once at Anna. He does not even turn to say goodbye. He says not a word to her, but walks past Brandon out the door.

Brandon sticks his tongue out at Anna and walks over to her. She crosses her arms and turns her face away. She is beet red with embarrassment and humiliation.

"We can still go down to the club if you want, Anna Banana."

"I guess we could."

"And he's wrong for you Anna. Just being a friend."

"I know he's wrong for me. I always knew he was wrong for me. Anyone in their right mind knows that a married man is wrong for her."

Brandon nodded.

"You deserve better, Sweetie."

"That's sweet."

Anna rolls her eyes and gets up.

"I'll be out in a few."

numb

Fri, 11 May 2007 07:04:50 GMT

There's a void where you once were
No more kisses to imagine
Just bleed me dry
A shallow husk to lay in a grave
to rest with the forgotten

so many words left unspoken
so many emotions hung out to blow into the wind

I'm all alone now with just shadows of memories of you
following me wherever I go.

And I never even got to say Hello.

Disrobe for me, Mi Amor

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 15:53:02 GMT

"I know exactly what you want, mi amor," Juanelo whispered in her ear with his deep, husky voice.

"Then you should know you can't give it to me."

He kissed her strongly and passionately. She resisted at first, but then found herself yielding to his probing tongue. She breathed him in as if he was the air itself. He tasted like lust and she was intoxicated. She murmured protests, but his hands reached under her robe and caressed her naked thighs. She trembled at the very touch. His hand moved higher to her waist. Anna met his deep, pentrating kisses with her own. With both hands he grabbed her bare ass and pushed himself between her legs. Anna gasped and breathily whispered, "No."

He kissed her more. This time gently, teasing, bringing his tongue down her neck, breathing heavily and laying soft kisses down.

"Juanelo, por favor."

"Mi amor. Porque? Yo conozco que tu quieres esto."

"Not like this."

"You want to feel me inside you. Growing inside you, filling you up."

Bitter tears filled her eyes.

"You're not mine to have."

"If I say you are, then you are."

The phone rang like a pin popping a balloon full of sexual tension.

"Don't answer that, mi amor."

Anna motioned to answer it. Juanelo pinned her down.

"Let me up, Juanelo."

He kissed her again and grinded himself against her. He started to untie her robe. He kissed her neck and moved down to her collar bone. He placed his hands on her stomach and slowly moved them upwards. She started to shake her head no.

"Be still, my love."

His hands held her breasts firmly. She shuddered and sighed. He kissed each one, tracing his tongue around each nipple. She moved into his grinding hips.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Anna woke herself from her ecstatic euphoria.

"Oh shit. Juanelo, that's Brandon."

Still kissing and sucking on her nipples he murmured, "He'll go away."

"No, Juanelo. I don't think he will. I'm supposed to go out with them tonite. That must have been calling before and..."

Juanelo sighed and in one smooth, deft movement got up. He adjusted her robe and put one finger to his lips signaling for her to stay quiet. And he glided to the door. He opened slightly.

"Anna will not be able to make an appearance to night. She is otherwise quite occupied. Do call at a later date when she isn't busy."

Then he shut the door. He glided back to wear Anna was. She took him in, the full view him. His closely cropped dark brown hair, his dark, penetrating brown eyes. His masculine build. She sighed to herself dreamily, knowing too full well that she absolutely adored him. Every single inch of him. She wanted to drink in every single particle that was Juanelo.

He resumed his position on top of her and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Now where were we?"

Someone needs a spanking, but the question is... Who?

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 04:27:22 GMT

Anna took the old-fashioned elevator with a gate up to her penthouse apartment. She unlocked the front door and walked into her beautiful apartment. The couches were black leather, the carpet a pristine, plush white. There was her state of the art entertainment center. Postmodern art and black and white photos decorated the white walls. Sitting in the corner of the couch on top of an afghan was her black cat Azzy, short for Azrael. She went over to him and kissed him on the top of his head, then sat down herself. She got up again to take off her cloak and kick off her heels. She was 5'6" and with heels she was 5'8 1/2".
Behind the couch was a black lacquered table where she kept a phone. She played back her messages. A few were from annoying telemarketers, one was from her Dentist's office to confirm an appointment next week, several were from friends inviting her to parties, but one was from Juanelo.

"Mi amor, why did you run out so. With you as my heroine, think of the possibilities. I cannot give you up. I will not give you up. You are probably still mad at me. I will try to talk to you again. Adios, mi amor."

Anna sighed deeply and leaned her head back onto the couch. Absent-mindedly she stroked Azzy. She sighed again more deeply. Thoughts started running through her mind. Why was she so insanely attracted to Juanelo? Why does she want what she can't have. Is she more masochistic than she thought? She had feverish dreams about him, rated triple x. Her desire for him will be her undoing. Her tragic flaw. But she knew him. She knew that she would succumb to him and desire him like a drug. And they would have to meet clandestinely. Only kisses in the shadows, never in the daylight. Which would suit him just fine for he is all but shadow and blackest night.

She got up and walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of vitamin water. As she drank it, she walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet of the tub. She thought it would be nice to take a hot bath. She walked back into the kitchen and replaced her vitamin water with a glass of Merlot. She went into her bedroom and stripped down. Before going into the tub she looked at herself in the mirror. Her dark brown hair that framed her face fell a few inches above her waist. Her dark brown eyes were alert and mysterious. Her full lips wore a shade of dark red. And she had a noticeable beauty mark on the left side of her cheek. People have told her that she is quite lovely, but she knew she was average and people were being kind. She had a medium build. She had a tattoo of a bleeding red rose on her left shoulder.
She took her Browning with her into the bathroom and closed the door. She lit a few candles, dimmed the lights, and with wine in her hand stepped into the jacuzzi sized tub. She turned on the jacuzzi jet streamers and relaxed.
She must have drifted off for at least 20 minutes when she heard very loud knocking at her door. She wondered what time it was and if that was Brandon ready to pick her up. She got out of the tub reluctantly and put on her monogrammed terry cloth robe. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. She couldn't see anything. She had brought her Browning with her so she unclicked the safety. She stood to the side of the door and opened it while aiming the gun chest level. As she did that all of the sudden she felt utterly cold, like an arctic blast had just swept by and all she could see were shadows, and she knew who was at the door.
"Mi amor, forgive me but I had to see you. The hunger in your eyes match the stirrings in my soul."
"What the fuck are you doing at my doorstep?"
The Immortal of Death glided in, his movements were fluid and unseemly, like shadows.
"You can put down the gun, love."
Anna reluctantly gave it up and placed it inside the pocket of her robe.
"It looks like I caught you in the middle of a bath. Please don't let me stop you, we can talk while you bathe."
"Um, no, I don't think so."
He promptly took off his cloak of shadows to reveal that he was wearing dark black silk trousers and an expensive black silk shirt and he wore a tie, with maroon designs of skulls and crossbones. How quaint.
He proceeded to sit on the couch by Azzy. The cat woke up and stared at him. Juanelo looked at the cat and whispered, "Boo." The cat hissed and jumped off the couch and ran away.
"Must you terrorize every single living creature you come across?"
"I never did like cats, little one."
"No, of course not, you prefer your hell hounds."
"Precisely, love."
Juanelo put both his arms out on the back of the chair. His presence was as commanding and alarming as only Death can be. Anna remained standing by the door, still figuring out how he let himself in.
"Mi amor, please sit."
And he patted the seat next to him.
"No thanks, I prefer to stand."
"You are a stubborn creature, little one."
"I have to be when I'm dealing with the likes of you."
Anna decided to sit on the loveseat next to the couch.
"What the hell do you want now?"
"Just your company, my love."
"I'm not your fucking love. Stop using terms of endearment with me. You're talking to the wrong woman. Those are supposed to be reserved for your wife."
"Mi amor, don't be like this, I only came to chat."
Anna looked at the clock hanging on the wall and noticed she had 45 minutes to get ready.
"Well make it quick. You've got 15 minutes. I've got somewhere to go."
"You have a date?"
"If I did it still wouldn't be any of your business."
"Of course not, I was just wondering."
"Wonder all you want."
"Anna do not be so curt and acerbic with me."
"Look, Juanelo I don't want to be your heroine."
"But you see love you wield the Kiss of Death, only the heroine of Death can wield that sword."
"Well I am the exception to the rule. I didn't intentionally try to kill your last hero. It wasn't my fault that he had gone mad."
"Yes, Drakus was poisoned love. That's why he behaved so. Killing him could not be helped. But the sword recognized you and allowed you to wield it. Only the true heroine of death can wield it."
"I'm the Mistress of Pain and Pleasure."
"As you always will be, but now you can add to your resume, Heroine of Death."
Then he stared at her with lust in his eyes.
"Stop looking at me that way."
"I just realized you're not wearing anything underneath that robe."
"You have an astounding powers of observation." Anna rolled her eyes.
In a blink of an eye he was on top of her on the love seat. Before she could protest his lips were on top of hers. She proceeded to bite him. Juanelo laughed and sat down next to her and picked her up and put her in his lap.
"Let me the fuck go. I'm not two years old."
"I know you're not, little one. But I think you deserve a spanking."
"You're really kinky, Juanelo."
He stroked her hair and the side of her face. He kissed her gently on her neck. Anna closed her eyes for a moment and let him.
"There, there, anna maria, be a good girl."
She woke up and went to slap him. He caught her arm and pinned her down.
"Don't fight me, love. I know this is what you want."
"You'll never be able to give me what I want

Pain and Pleasure entwined in wholesome goodness

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 06:29:44 GMT

Anna walked out the gates and never bothered looking back. It was raining out and she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head. Her head was swimming with thoughts. How could he pursue me like this. He's a married man. How could he share his soul with me. How dare he!
She walked faster and pulled her cloak about her. She finally reached her destination. A Gothic townhouse. She lived on the top floor. She was about to get her keys out and open the door when she noticed it was ajar. Brandon was standing in the foyer fishing his mail out. He had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, tall and had a boyish charm. But don't let that fool you. He was the mortal hero of Chaos.

"Hey Anna, come in out of the rain, hun."

Anna stepped inside and shook herself off like a newly washed puppy.

"Hi Brandon. How are things?"

"Oh you know the usual. Chaos, mayhem, death and destruction."

Anna managed a small smile as she got out her mail.

"What's wrong, Anna? You look rather glum today. What was it? Too much pain, not enough pleasure today?"

Brandon grinned mischievously.

"You could say that. All in a day's work I guess."

"Oh, don't look so down, Anna. Why don't you come out with me and my crew tonite. We're hosting a big Mayhem blowout at The Gauntlet. There'll be a lot of single, eligible men around."

"Yeah I know. Party like a rockstar and fuck like a porn star. I know all about it."

"Do you now? Please, do tell."

"Come on, Brandon, not here. You might not be able to control yourself."

Anna gave a sly smile and fluttered her eyelashes mockingly.

"You can be my Mistress of Pain and Pleasure any time, Sweetheart."

"Alright, Brandon. I'll go with you and your warrior hoodlums."

"Awesome, Anna Banana. I'll pick you up around 10."

Anna started walking through the door that led into the apartment.

"And Anna, truly dress like the Mistress of Pain and Pleasure. Lots of leather and lace if you know what I mean."

"I won't fail to disappoint my adoring crowds."

She fluttered her eyelashes once more.

"I wonder what it's like to receive a kiss from you."

Anna turned around, faced him, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"There, you don't need to wonder anymore."

"You're teasing me, Anna."

"Your pain is my pleasure, Sweetheart."

Dream a little dream for me

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 07:07:43 GMT

"You're not going to skewer me, mi amor."

"Feeling lucky aren't you? Let go of me and maybe I won't."

He kissed her on the forehead which forced her to pierce his shirt open and he drew back a step.

"Why do you fight me? You are amazing. You are what I seek in a heroine."

Anna sheathed her sword and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Well, I've got news for you. I'm not your heroine. Go save yourself."

The Immortal of Death chuckled to himself.

"I don't need saving. You can't save the damned."

"Then you definitely don't need me."

Suddenly footsteps running up the hall were heard and Malachi, one of the Immortal of Death's Nightmares came running through the door.

"Malachi what are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Noah and Gisele handling a very delicate matter."

"I'm sorry, M'Lord. But it's your Mistress. The Immortal of Dreams is at the gates and soon will be here."

The Immortal of Dreams knows about Juanelo's particular fancy for Anna and she does not like it one bit. She made it very clear that she does not wish Anna to be his heroine. She does not want Anna to be her anything.

Anna laughed out loud and started walking to the door.

"Little one, where are you going?"

"Where I belong. Not here with you. You belong with your Mistress. She has the dreams and you the nightmares. And I am Anna, Mistress of Pleasure and Pain, heroine to no one."

"Please reconsider...

"What does she have to reconsider," queried the Immortal of Dreams who had just walked in. Her shining silver hair and amethyst eyes glowed with an otherworldly, ethereal glow. She wore a brocaded lavender gown and purple cloak. She carried a silver sceptre in her right hand.

"I was just leaving. There's nothing for me to reconsider."

"I thought we discussed this already..."

Anna started walking to the door. But before she exited she turned around to say one last thing.

"I have never considered to be his heroine now or will I ever. I have no time for his nightmares and death wishes. I would very much appreciate it if you leave me out of this."

With that Anna left, dreaming nothing. Nothing at all.

Eternal Despair

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 04:41:31 GMT

Stripped of humanity and kneeling among victim's bones
grasping through the unending fog of delusions
she cuts herself bleeding like a thorny blood red rose
tainted she was all this time in his presence
never seeing through the unforgiving mists of time

stolen words etched across her dismembered soul
she joins the chorus of the crying lost and abandoned
a dark shadow passes before her mirroring her movements
She whispers his beloved name, but the shadow is no more

crawling through a maze of ready made graves
she joins the multitude of the living dead
where there once was hope there is now despair
where there once was love there is no more to bear

Cradling herself in her arms she is blind and mute to all around her
She uses her blood to mark a tombstone before her
Then she quietly lies down for eternal despair.

Kiss of Death

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 19:29:04 GMT

"You're not my mistress, Anna. You refuse all my advances. Be my heroine. Be my lover. And then you will not be merely the Mistress of Pain and Pleasure."

Juanelo didn't pay attention to the small wound for it healed itself soon after because he was immortal.

"I will never enter your bed."

"But you already have. I know your dreams. I know your fantasies."

"More like nightmares."

"You want to feel the length of my body pressed against yours. You want to feel my mouth over yours, all over your body, deep within your innermost intimate parts."

"It's no wonder you are bound to the Immortal of Dreams because you really have quite deluded fantasies."

Suddenly he was pressed against the front of her, his hands holding her wrists behind her. She instinctually kicked him and tried to knee him in the groin. Juanelo deftly placed his knee between her legs and held her steady. His dark eyes bored into hers. She could see nothing but an empty void with a flicker of flames. She felt lost and felt her thoughts swimming.

"Don't stare too deeply, my love. I may not be held accountable for what I can do next."

"Let me go."

He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips nearly touching hers. She felt his ice cold breath upon her face.

"Do you feel the chill, my love? Are you scared? Let me look into your eyes once more."

She arrogantly stared back into his eyes. His cold breath extended all the way down her arms, her torso, and her legs. She fought the desire to shiver, but it could not be helped. The Immortal of Death held both her wrists with one hand and used the other to stroke her hair and her face. Staring into his eyes, she felt empty, alone, forsaken. She felt herself drowning in an abyss. He gently spoke to her in hushed tones, while continuing to stroke her face and hair.

"There, there, little one, tell me what you see. Tell me how you feel. Remember, I know when you lie."

He chuckled to himself gently.

"Just leave me be.... Please. Leave me. Let me go."

His lips were nearly touching hers when he spoke.

"I cannot, my love. Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you need this. Tell me this is your every waking fantasy and desire. Tell me and it might be yours."

She turned her head away and stopped staring into his eyes. He forcefully turned her head back to his and held her jaw. He lifted her jaw and traced his cold breath along her neck.

"Don't fight me, little one. I tire of your games."

"You're the one playing games here. Not me. I just want you to let me go."

He traced her jaw line with his black leather gloved hand. She started to struggle. He held her tighter.

"Little one, you know I love you."

The tears started to well up in her eyes. He saw them and kissed her eyes gently, stroking her hair and face.

"Please stop."

He hushed her gently.

"Shhhh... my sweet, sweet Anna."

He kissed her then, but she refused to comply. He let go of her arms and hugged her to him.

"Why do you resist the Kiss of Death, little one?"

"Because this is the Kiss of Death I had in mind."

Anna was wielding her sword, "The Kiss of Death" and it was pointing upwards on his rib cage, aiming for his immortal heart.

Juanelo continued to hug her, kissed her on the forehead, and laughed a loud, mirthful, bear-like laugh.

"Oh Anna, you do know how to amuse me. You are captivating."

She dug the sword into him, almost piercing his flesh.

"I hope you like the amusement I have for you now, Juanelo."

Death's Sweetest Embrace

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 18:44:44 GMT

Juanelo lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers over his hair.

"Love, you know I know that you're aiming your gun at me."

Of course he knows, she thought. Why did she think she could slay the Immortal of Death, the reaper of lost souls? But she could hurt him. The lead bullets would sting him and cause him to bleed, like annoying paper cuts. But kill him no. How do you kill death?

To the left of Juanelo was an open window half hidden by curtains. It was around 2 AM and it was a full moon tonight. A punishing wind forced the curtain open and Juanelo was bathed in moonlight. In that one instance you could see that his greatcloak was not merely satin but writhed with energy. He wore what the Immortal of Death always wears, the cloak of shadows. The energy pulsated around him, enveloped him. Juanelo still wore his eyeglasses from his mortal days, but these were plain and not prescription.

"Anna, don't fight me on this. The only reason I cannot break down this door is because you put a sigil on it and if I destroyed it I would hurt the spellcaster, which is you. And you know I don't want to hurt you."

Wiping off her tears, she took in a deep breath and wondered whether or not she should shoot him. She was angry at him for making her feel the way she did. She was Anna, Mistress of Pain and Pleasure, wielder of "Kiss of Death" And he wanted her as his mortal heroine. One of his many favored. Oh yes, many. She heard another set of footsteps enter the hallway.

"Greetings M'Lord," said Gisele, one of Juanelo's favored fallen angels. She had dark red hair and sultry green eyes. She wore a short black leather dress and black leather boots that went right over her knees. Her medium tight breasts showed her ample decolletage. She gave him a mock curtsey and tossed her hair to the side, giving him a wicked grin.

"Gisele, dear, what are you doing here?"

"The real question, my Lord, is what are YOU doing here?"

"Anna is being difficult."

Gisele walked closer to the door and in a mocking voice said, "Oh, does she need a spanking, my Lord.?"

"He gives excellent punishment, Anna. I know you like pain, honey."

Juanelo smirked at her and asked, "Now in all seriousness, what brings you here?"

Gisele whispered something in his ear. Juanelo nodded here and there in response.

"Very well. Bring Malachi and Noah with you. Don't draw too much attention to yourselves. I want this matter to be handled with discretion"

Gisele gave him a mischievous look and teasingly added, "Why of course, my Lord. I will be the epitome of discretion."

She blew him a kiss and walked away slowly so he could get the full view.

Juanelo smiled and thought to myself, "Ahh, it's good to be Immortal. But where was I? Oh yes, Anna. She's being difficult."

"Anna, shoot me if you want, but it's not going to stop me. You know that."

He sheathed Doombringer and opened the door. A bullet went right past him."

"Damnit, Anna."

"The next one goes in your head."

"Oh really?"

Anna nodded angrily.

"Don't make me hurt you, Anna."

"Too late you already have."

"I'm going to ask you one more time to put the gun down."

"Go to hell."

"I own it, love."

And with that a whip went flying out from under his cloak, wrapped itself around Anna's trigger hand and sent the gun flying across the room.

"You fucking bastard."

"Language, dear, language. Be a good girl, little one."

"What do you want, Juanelo."

"See, Anna, you are the only mortal who is bold enough to call me by my mortal name."

"I'm not one of your fallen angels who has to suck up to you."

"Yes, you are not. And they do not suck up to me."

"They fear you."

"With good reason. As should you."

"I don't fear death."

"But I know you fear me."

"I will not be your heroine. Choose from among your flock of adoring fallen angels."

"You know I love you, Anna."

At that Anna turned away. She couldn't bear to look at him.

"You have very odd definitions of love. You'd fuck me. You'd own me. But you won't give your heart to me."

"Little one, I am immortal. And more than that I am the Immortal of Death. If I choose to have a life partner, it wouldn't be up to me. You know the rules. I'm bound to the Immortal of Dreams."

Tears started to well up in her eyes again. Juanelo took a step forward and reached out his hand to comfort her. A dagger sliced his wrist.

"Damnit Anna. You have to be the most difficult woman I know."

"Fuck you. You want your wife and mistress too."

Open the door

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 16:13:15 GMT

She knelt in the damp, medium, black marble room with only a lit black sandalwood scented candle. She could hear the ticking from the dark wooden grandfather clock behind her. Under her black hooded velvet cloak she wore a red silk gown. Trailing her fingers through the plush black carpet, Anna leaned back against the door. The dark wooden door reverberated with the pounding by Juanelo.

"Anna, please let me in."

He leaned his forehead against the door with one palm resting upon it. Underneath his black cloak he wore a black silk button down shirt and black silk trousers. Banging on the door with his closed fist, he appealed to her once again.

"Please, just open the door. We can talk about it."

She stood up and faced the other side of the door and whispered, "No."

He sighed deeply, turning and pulling on the silver doorknob in the shape of a skull.

"Anna, you know I don't want to hurt you."

She reached for her silver dagger with the black runed handle. Slowly and gently she traced the tip of the dagger across the door in front of her. Tiny droplets of blood seeped through the cuts.

"You've hurt me, Juanelo. You will hurt me. That is the nature of the beast."

Juanelo reached for his steel sword with the black onyx dragon handle from behind his back. He stepped back and swung the sword into the door. Chips of wood scattered before him.

"I did not mean to hurt you, Anna. You know that. Just open the door, love, and let me in. You will find someone else and you will leave me when that time comes."

Blood slowly spilled out of the large gash made by his swordcut. Anna could feel the door twist and turn before her. Unexpected tears pooled up in her eyes. "What is this?" She wondered.

Standing back for another strike, Juanelo struck the door once again. More blood flowed from a twin gash in the dark wood.

"Anna, listen to me. Are you there? Speak to me."

Tears ran down her face and she was trying hard not to break down. "I love him. I must really love him. Why else am I crying?" She thought. She threw her dagger at the grandfather clock and the glass face broke and shards of glass flew through the air.

"Anna? What was that? What are you doing? Are you ok?"

She wiped back her tears and tried to calm her bleeding heart.

She whispered, "Go away."

Fiddling the keyhole with his dagger, Juanelo calmly pleaded,
"Anna, por favor, abre la puerta."

Her tears still falling. She reached for her Browning in her right thigh holster and unlocked the safety. She took aim at the door before she unlocked it.

"Come in."

Blood-stained Box

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 18:34:01 GMT

Run your fingers through the scars of my soul
Lay your body on top of my unending screams
Kneeling in a void of my undoing
The terror engulfs me
Flames of desire restrict

He binds my wrists with black silk ribbons
He covers my mouth with hard black kisses
Brings me to my knees in supplication
Crucified now in unrepentant repose

Macabre melodies play through his head
Dancing girls on a tombstone stage
Whispering lies into her pretty head
Pirouttes drill into her stained hands
He's drawn to her bleeding

Her life force ebbs and grows around him
Sanguine tears slip down her arms
His grasp grows stronger
His powerful hunger devours her.

Her soul in an onyx, blood-stained box.

Dead Journal

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 16:30:07 GMT

I have a dead journal too. Yay

This journal is for poetry/short stories.