The unpaved path twisted sharply to the left then the right. Night wind blew harder drifting dead leaves around the young couple’s feet. They held hands, neither spoke. Backpacks snug across their backs, it was cold, noses were chilled, breath misting in the frigid air.
They saw the lights in the distance, knowing then a road was near they hastened their steps. Both young ladies had missed their train, now they walked off the main road down a track. The man at the station had said that way would lead them back to town before nightfall.
Nightfall he had said was not a good time to be stretching one’s legs. Strange things happened in this district at night.
A gust of cold air blew up the path, making the ladies shiver. Thick jumpers, gloves, beanies, lambs wool boots and skin-tight jeans didn’t help. The chill was seeping into their clothes.
The path stopped abruptly at a pair of wrought iron gates, the ladies could not see the path beyond the gates. A deep mist had settled in and nothing could be seen in the gloom.
Sharon pushed on the gate and it swung suddenly inward. Looking across at her friend, she leant forward and brushed her lips across her friends cheek whispering, “Come on, I’m freezing.” Sharon tugged her hand.
Bree’s eyes were wide as she passed through the gates. If Sharon had not been holding her hand she would have turned and ran out of the cemetery.
Headstones lay to the right and left as the path wove haphazardly through tombs. Bree’s heart pounded in her chest. ‘One foot then the other,’ she kept saying to herself.
“It’s OK, Bree. We are together, it’s only a cemetery,” Sharon consoled as she felt the tension through Bree’s handhold.
As the ladies approached the centremost tomb, the doors swung open and a figure emerged. Bree froze in her tracks. Sharon let her hand go as she stopped. The figure moved silently towards the ladies and another figure followed.
Sharon spoke, “Ah, excuse me.” Her voice came out as a croak.
At first the figure appeared as a shadow amidst the shadows of the night, but as it came closer, Sharon and Bree realised it was a woman. Her figure was slender and she had a thick mane of wavy, black hair cascading over her shoulders and breasts.
As the clouds drifted, a shaft of moonlight caught her features, causing Bree’s eyes to widen. Sharon’s jaw dropped. The other figure all but forgotten, the pair stared at the astonishingly beautiful woman coming towards them. High cheekbones and a narrow chin were carved to perfection. Her lips were painted blood wine red, accentuating her white skin and wavy black hair.
Dark luminous eyes dominated this striking face. A truly remarkable feature rouged, black around their sides.
Sharon glanced at Bree and noticed she was staring, not at the brunette, but back at the other figure. Tall, blonde and boyish-looking, this figure now stepped forward. On closer inspection they could see it was another woman with hair swaying like silk down her back. She had blood red lips like her companion with skin as white as snow. Her eyes held Bree’s, their bluish grey sparkling in the moon-glow.
Sharon and Bree felt a compulsion. The figures wills were pulling them forward. Bree took a tentative step towards the blonde. Sharon caught her friend’s movement out of the corner of her eye and immediately put her arm out halting Bree’s step. This shook Bree back into awareness.
As one, the two ladies turned, running for their lives. Sharon stumbled and fell, yet called out, “Run Bree, run.”
Bree looked across at her fallen friend and saw the two women descending on her.
“No, no, no,” Bree yelled. Grabbing a rosary that was lying across a headstone, she moved forward with grim determination.
A morose looking man stepped into Bree’s path and a searing pain gripped her side. Her knees buckled and her head swooned. Bree then collapsed without seeing or hearing the fate that had befallen her friend Sharon.
Candle light played across Bree’s chest and arms as she slowly came awake.
“Wh…where am I?” she stammered, licking her lips and turning her head from left to right.
Bree heard the heavy stain of an oak door closing. She blinked rapidly as she saw the eyes, powerful eyes staring down at her. Feeling trapped by the power of the eyes, Bree forced herself to swallow and avert her gaze, making the mistake of looking down in the process
Bree’s eyes now fell on the curve of a neck and the vee of a chest. With a throat that was now dry, she again forced the words from her mouth, “Where am I?” A flash of anger was in her eyes as she spoke.
A nervous smile curved the lips of one face looking down at her.
“Please don’t worry, Bree. We will keep you safe, we love you. We want you to stay. We want you.” The words came in a soft monotone voice.
Bree’s eyes strayed and looking back into blue-grey eyes she heard, “Do you want to stay?”
There was a long pause before Bree replied, “Yes”, in a soft voice.
The blue-grey eyes then disappeared only to be replaced by the dark luminous ones. The brunette’s hovering head leaned forward and she placed her mouth on Bree’s neck asking, “Are you ready for this?’
“Yes” came Bree’s breathy reply.
Pulling Bree’s head back, a smile came across the woman’s lips, “Not yet, you aren’t.”
She let go of the head hold and kissed Bree abruptly on the lips. Long elongated fingers traced down Bree’s tingling body. The kiss lingered as long as the fingers caressed.
Bree was lost; lost in the swoon of the moment and in the promise of pleasures to come.
©FI/ND 2005
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