|
The water seemed too brackish at first glance, reflections became blurred on a surface of black. But it was the nature of this land to be infused with shadows, becoming one with light and dark, ever in movement, ever changing. He cupped his pale hand and drank the darkness, closing his eyes in anticipation…………It was cold, and sweet to the lips.
A soft crescent moon cast its dim light across his backbone as he stood up from the black pool, thoughts drifted in and out of dreams as he scanned the desolation beyond. The only changes in the ambience was the waxing of the large moon above, its phase ever minute in the passing of time, as if the sun only found favor upon its cratered landscape. Spreading its discriminating rays only on the dead, and giving the living just a small glimpse of heavens gate….. She stood, evolving into the beauty of her desire, finding the dark bleakness that surrounded her somehow intoxicating. Watching Desmond drinking from the black pool found her needing, his body so pale that it almost glowed within this strange world. She touched her flesh with her fingertips, causing the skin to tighten with its sensitive caress. "Desmond." Biba spoke softly, "where is this place you have taken me?" her eyes looked questioning as Desmond turned and smiled. "This is our dark world………..The one which was created for us both, it is a world within a world, within a dream." His eyes softened as he pulled her to him, caressing her. " Within the Dominion." Her black eyes looked deep into his………"Are……..We both dead Desmond, here to spend our eternity within this dark desert?" Her lips meet his, lingered, then she rested her head on his chest. Desmond did not answer, but only took her black hair in his hand tightly and pulled her head back. He looked down upon her and reached deep into her soul and pulled her back to the reality of 1924……To the gray metropolis……..New York. The dull sun seeped though a tiny sliver in the thick curtains as Biba awoke from the deep sleep, the red silk sheets clung to her legs and upper thighs as she slowly opened her eyes. She whispered Desmond's name, and then closed her eyes hard to try and bring back the dream, but instead of their quite place, she saw only a landscape of the dead and dying, their bloody arms raised in the air………….Wanting deliverance, their tormented screams overwhelmed her with the pain and the suffering of their eternity. She reached out to them and touched them, and walked slowly upon their desecrations. But the pain was to much for her to bare……..She awoke with a start, and sat up in the bed. The dream had made her moist between her thighs, and she realized the hunger……..The addiction. She found herself concentrating on the last moment before she awoke…..Was it Desmond she saw standing on a hillock of decaying flesh, surrounded by thousands of souls, impaled on the spires of their debauchery, or was it only an illusion of Desmond's suffering itself? She suddenly found herself quite amused by her contemplations and her dreams……..It seemed only a few months ago all she desired was a good fuck and the money she gathered from her modeling career. And there her first encounter with she……..The dark angel, and a few days later with Desmond…………Her lover. |