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The Awakening
08:38 Nov 06 2005
Times Read: 550




“Doctor, she’s not getting any better” the nurse said just as Lilah popped up from her bed and took a deep startling breath. She looked around the room wondering where she was and how she got there. Glancing down at the iv in her arm she asked, “What’s this?”

“That is morphine, to help with the pain.” the doctor explained.

“Where am I? How did I get here?” she questioned. “Where is Spike?”

“Miss Harris, you are at Cross Hospital. You were in a terrible car accident two nights ago. Your car bounced all over the road, you were thrown from the window. We weren’t sure you would ever wake up.” the nurse simplified.

“I’d like to check myself out now.” Lilah declared.

“Miss Harris, you may go into shock. I strongly advise you stay for further examination.”

“I will be fine. Where are my things? I am leaving.” she told them.

The nurse got Lilah’s belongings and brought them to the bed. Lilah ripped the medicine from her arm, pulled the heart rate monitor pads from her chest, and jumped off the bed. She got dressed in a hurry and left the hospital. But before she walked out the door the nurse called to her, “Miss Harris, who is Spike?”

Lilah looked back awkwardly, gave no answer, and walked out. She hailed a cab and went back to her house. Once home, she thought about the nurse’s question. As she lay on her couch, Lilah decided she needed the answer.

* * * * * * * * *

5 AM

Spike cautiously peered around his loft, looking to see if someone had been there. Gradually he raised himself from his bed. It took a moment for his mind to catch up but he looked at the clock and saw that it was five in the morning. He jumped up and pulled the curtains closed, grabbed the phone and dialed.

“Hello?” he heard on the other end.

He cleared his throat. “Yes I would like to book a flight for today.”

“Where would you like to go sir?”

“Ennis, Ireland” he replied.

“Sorry sir we don’t have any flights going there. Would you like me to reserve a seat to Dublin or Limerick for you?”

“Dublin. Yes. I’ll pick up the ticket there. What time is the flight?”

“Your flight will begin boarding at 7PM. Will there be anything else today?”

6 PM

Spike left his loft from the alley entrance. Once the cab was out of the sunlight, he slipped into the back seat. “Airport” he told the driver. In quite a hurry the driver sped past the Trevi Fountain, University of Rome, and the Pincio Gardens. With fifteen minutes to spare they arrived at the airport.

“I need to pick up my ticket.”

“And when is your flight, Mr. Spike?”

“Tonight, now.”

“Oh I am sorry sir. We gave that ticket to someone else. Perhaps we could arrange for your trip tomorrow?”

“No I need to get there tonight. This is extremely substantial. I need to get on this flight. Are there any other seats?”

“I’m sorry we seem to have over booked. There are no more seats.”

“What time is the next flight?”

“Let me see. This will only take a second. Oh, here we are. There are flights all week. But they all look to be full. Let me pull up next week. Oh, okay. We can book you for Wednesday, next week, 6 PM.”

“That’s too long. I need to get to Ennis as soon as possible.”

“Mr. Spike... I can get fired for telling you this but there is a way.” He looked at her in an excited tone. “You can take a charter flight. All you have to do is call this number. Tell Jenks, Tonny sent you. I’m sure he can take you straight to Ennis.”

“Thanks.” Spike left the counter, went to the payphones and slid his card in. He dialed the number, 004 11 742 7642. A coughing and grumbling man answered. “Is this Jenks? Tonny told me to call you. I need to get to Ireland. Tonight.”

“Sorry son, I’m not going anywhere tonight. Call me in a few days.”

The Second
08:37 Nov 06 2005
Times Read: 551




Auto Accident Under Investigation

Early this morning, 22 year-old Lilah Harris was involved in a single car accident on Craney Hill Road. At press time no one knew why her 1999 Honda Civic suddenly veered to the right into a ditch , hit a rock then bounced back on the road and rolled over several times, ejecting Lilah from the driver side window. Investigation to develop. Police say there was no suggestion of alcohol and they are currently waiting for her to come out of the hospital, where she is in a coma.

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He parted her sex lips with his nose and began to lick every crevice of her hidden skin. Lilah squirmed as she tried to hold back the bomb within. With a finger in her and the rough lapping at her clit she couldn’t delay any longer. Her sweet ooze dripped out into his mouth. He sucked at her with anxiety seeming to get drunk off her.

Slowly he peeled himself away from Lilah’s secret. He wiped his face and bent over her for a long passionate kiss. Holding eachother they fell asleep.

Just before the sun came up Lilah awoke. She felt very well rested considering only three hours of sleep. “Time for a nice hot shower” she told herself. Taking her time in the shower Lilah washed, caressing her fingertips through each strand of her beautiful brown hair, and shaving her legs to silky smoothness. Then she snatched the loofa from its place, lathered it up with Dove body wash and began to scrub her body starting at her neck and working her way down. The further south she got the more turned on she was.

Her body felt heavy then it became more relaxed. Bumps started to form on her arms just as the loofa made its way to her pouch. Without thinking twice about it, Lilah dropped the loofa. Her right hand still between her legs. She rubbed her lips gently then slid her finger between to flick her clit. Slowly she made her way to her hole and penetrated. In and out, faster and faster while her thumb made circles around her clit until her body let go.

The white goo slinked down her leg and again she picked up the loofa. After her shower was finished she towel dried her hair and dressed. Black workout pants and a grey tanktop with tennis shoes made her outfit. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it with a black ribbon.

She made her way across the quiet house to her bedroom only to find that her lover had left while she was showering. Without being bothered Lilah snatched a gym bag from the foot of her bed and walked out the door. Today was Lilah’s day for Lilah. She started her morning with a brisk workout and a two mile jog. After freshening up she had a long day of shopping with her girlfriend Jasmine.

Later that evening the two of them arrived back at Lilah’s house. Before Jasmine left she helped her friend bring in her shopping bags and stayed for a drink.

“Just give me whatever you’re having” she told Lilah.

“It’s called A Nap at Charlie’s” Lilah shouted. “It’s got burbon, mango puree, cranberry juice and orange juice. I dip the rim of the glass in Tang. Still want it?”

“Bring it on girl.”

The girls finished their drinks and Jasmine said she had to get home to take care of her son. Lilah was soon left alone again. She removed her shoes and socks and slid her feet into her soft as silk slippers. She walked around the corner into the bathroom and grabbed a small bottle of nail polish and some toe spacers. Returning to the living room she slid a movie into the DVD player and relaxed on the couch.

With one knee pulled to her chest and the other leg under her ass she wrapped her arms around her knee and pounded the small vial of Blood Red Morbid nail polish on her palm. She opened the vial and painted the toes on her right foot. Just as she pulled her leg out from under her she heard the phone ring.

“Hello?” she answered. There was no one on the other end. The phone rang again. “Hello?” she said again. This time there was a faint breathing. “Who is this?” she asked. The breathing got heavier. “Who is this?” she asked again before hanging up. Once more the phone rang. “Hello?”

“Lilah... I’ve been watching you.” the voice stated.

“Who is this?”

“I really like the red. It looks like blood.”

“Look if you think you can scare me it takes a lot more than that”

“Oh Lilah, if I wanted to scare you I’d tell you I like the little pink number you bought today. It feels so soft.” Click. The line went dead. She sat on the couch for a minute thinking about the ‘soft’ remark. “Jasmine didn’t even notice that I bought that today. How would...” Her face lit up in fear. Slowly she turned her head to look towards her bedroom. All she could see was dark. The only light was that from the TV.

Shaking, Lilah picked herself up off the couch, slid her feet into her shoes, grabbed her car keys from the table and ran out the door. Once she got in her car she had trouble inserting the key into the ignition. She dropped the keys and fumbled to pick them up. Finally she managed to start the car. She sped down the driveway and kept going. To take her mind off of things she inserted a cd and switched to song number two. Lacuna Coil was her favorite mad music. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. Her hands were balled into fists. The harder the music got the harder she pounded them on the steering wheel. Going along with the selected song She started screaming the lyrics, until she couldn’t hear herself anymore.

“Something wrong with every plan in my life I didn’t really notice that you’ve been here dolefully desired destiny of a lie” she needed to catch her breath to continue. “Set me free your heaven’s a lie set me free with your love SET ME FREE ” she shouted. Before she realised what had happened Lilah found herself upside down. Headlights were getting closer and now she was laying on the ground. She saw the sky and closed her eyes.

Forthcoming
08:36 Nov 06 2005
Times Read: 552

It was three in the morning. “Hello?” Lilah grumbled. “Yeah I’ll make some tea.” She hung up the phone and threw a sweater on before going to the kitchen. She got two mugs from the cupboard and fished in bags of lavender and chamomile tea. The light from the refridgerator was annoyingly bright so she hastily seized the honey and slammed the door shut. Just as the kettle started to whistle Lilah heard a knock at the door.



“Okay now tell me what is going on” Lilah demanded from Jasmine. “Why am I up at 3 o’clock?” The look on her face was angry but at the same time very suspicious. The two girls sat at the small round table talking for what seemed like an eternity. Jasmine confessed to her friend that she’s been having dreams that seem more like flashbacks into her childhood.



“Everything was so clouded but it was very clear at the same time, and the feelings were like I actually witnessed the whole ritual. Lilah I think I was there.” Jasmine said. “There must have been six men and six women and it looked like a basement. I was probably eleven or twelve. There were other kids too. Some younger than me and some babies. It was horibble Lilah.”



“What exactly happened?” Lilah inquired.



“It was dark; they all stood in a circle in the center of the room around a big stone altar. Candles were placed all around the people and around the altar. Everyone was wearing black ritual robes with gold symbols around the hem, and chanting in another language. After they did some sort of incantation the man standing at one end of the altar and the woman oposite him tore off their robes. Slowly they walked to the altar and he helped her on top of it.

“He gently laid her down. Then a bell rang, and I heard a man say,‘I

raise up this chalice, symbol of voluptuous flesh, to exalt the lusts of the flesh. We drink of the elixir of ecstasy to inflame within us the forces of lust and life.’ The bell rang a few more times and the couple on the altar started shouting at eachother. They kissed and had sex while everyone stood there and watched. I remember a little boy asking me what they were doing but I couldn’t answer.



“It was like my tongue had been cut out. The man was on his knees with the woman lieing on her back at first but then she was bent over with him behind pumping into her. A cold wind came rushing into the cellar and blew out the candles so I couldn’t see anything else, but I remember hearing the people moving around the room.”



“Shit! Jasmine you actually witnessed a sex ritual from some kind of cult. Probably a satanic cult. Geez have you told anybody about this?” Lilah questioned.



“No I just remembered it tonight. I must have repressed real hard to forget it. It was just a dream but I think it really happened. I also remembered hearing my mom and dad talking about the couple in the room. I heard my mom say she was pregnant. A child born unto Satan. ‘Let the gates of Hell be opened.’ my father uttered.”



Jasmine sat for a while thinking and then left Lilah to get some rest. She made her way home where her son was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea waiting for her. “What are you doing up?” she asked him.



“Where did you go? Why didn’t wake me?” her son inquired.



Jasmine explained to her boy that she didn’t want to worry him and that she only went to Aunt Lilah’s house for a little while. Her son looked at her as if he knew what was going on. His look was almost skeptical but he finished his tea and said goodnight. Before he walked down the hall to his room he turned to his mother and said, “Mom, I think I had a preminition. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”



Jasmine sat on her bed staring at herself in the wall of mirrors across the room. Still dressed she fell back on the bed and fell asleep. In the morning her son came in to wake her. “Mom, you’re still in your clothes.” He went to her closet and pulled out a night shirt. He gave the shirt to his mother and helped her put it on. “Go back to sleep. I can take care of things today.” he told her.



She cuddled up under her blanket and said thank you to her boy. Minutes later she was in a deep sleep. Her boy made himself lunch, packed his school bag, and made a phone call. “I’m Jasmine’s son” he told the person on the other end. “My mom is real tired today. There was an accident last night. It’s a family emergency. She will probably need a couple of days.” he explained.

*********



“Yeah I wont be in today. There’s been a family emergency. I’ll be back in a couple days.” Lilah told her boss. She hung up the phone and went into her bathroom. After cleaning herself up she called a taxi to take her to a strip club on the other side of town. The cab driver dropped her off in the alley behind the club so Lilah could go in the rear entrance.

Visions
08:35 Nov 06 2005
Times Read: 553

For the first time in two thousand years the strange phenomena that follows a meteor shower has graced the world with its presence. People in India with terminal illnesses are reported to be making full recoveries. The French are claiming some of old age are getting younger by the day. And the Egyptians say their queen has returned from the grave. Isis anyone?



Rome is a beautiful city at night. The Pantheon temple dedicated to the gods was most impressive with the lights of the city blazing across it’s exterior. Spike lay in his bed tossing and turning. The city lights shining through the window. Ancient city walls, triumphal arches, great public meeting places, churches, and palaces all in the great distance. His eyelids at rapid movement, his naked body cold and unsound.

* * * * * * * * *



Back in Irish Town, which includes the oldest part of the city and lies to the south of the Shannon River, Lilah lay in her hospital bed. Her eyes moving swiftly from left to right, her body cold and unstable. Her heartbeat was accelerated. The sun was ready to go down in a couple of hours and still no change.



* * * * * * * * *



Minds racing, Spike and Lilah lay in their beds soundless. In their minds they were together. The room was that of an old dungeon, dark, cold, and dusty. The lighting was barely there but nonetheless, it was there. Five torches adorned the walls. One for each wall.



Each corner had antique shackles hanging low to the floor. There was also a set hanging from the center of the room. Two steel medical tables sat side by side to the left. Another to the center of the room, with sharp objects laying across is. Torture methods no doubt.



The room had looked like it had just recently been used. There were puddles of blood near each set of shackles, and sprayed on the walls. With a blink of an eye there were eight women, all nude. Four were chained to the wall. Two on the medical tables. One standing over the tables. and one laying on the center of the floor. All were screaming or crying.



“NO!”



“Don’t hurt me!”



“Get away!”



Before Lilah realized what was happening she was hanging from the shackles in the center of the cold dungeon. Spike picked up one of the utensils from the table, tore her gown off, and ran the cold steel blade from her neck to her belly button. He glided his hand up her leg, and pushed between to her region. He could feel the small prickle of her bush on his knuckles.



Lilah was bleeding, she had six shallow cuts on her chest and abdomen. There was no pain. In this cold room all she could feel was heat. Quickly she found herself putting her legs around Spike’s waist. She clenched tighter, pulling him in closer. His eyes met with hers. Then he tilted his head. She was afraid and at the same time relaxed. She knew what he was and accepted the fact that she was going to die.



Her chest collapsed as his teeth dug into her. Spike only took a small taste and backed away. “Is there something wrong?” Lilah wondered. Spike looked at her again. This time with sincerity. He let himself loose from her and walked to the other side of the room, leaving Lilah hanging two inches off the floor by her wrists.



“Come back” she told him.



He glanced up at her and like a bat flew to her side. “Do you know what I am?” he asked.



“I do” she claimed. “I have always wanted this.”



“You want...”



“Yes I have always been fascinated with your kind. I have wished for so long...”



“But I will kill you” he told her sounding uncertain.



“You might... or you might not.” Lilah tilted her head exposing her bare neck. “I feel like I know you” she confessed.



“I know you too. Where...” Spike stopped short. He thought back. Rome, Paris, Prague, Amsterdam. Realizing he had never infact met her before, he wondered still how. He did know this woman, but how?



“Please” Lilah begged. “Come to me.”

Like a slave Spike did as she requested. He stood facing her. “Take off your clothes” she demanded, and he did. Slowly he peeled off his black T-shirt, threw it on the table and ripped his belt from it’s loops. “Keep the pants...for now” she told him. He now stood in front of her with his pants on but unzipped, ready to fall at any moment.



Spike put his arms around Lilah’s waist and held her tight. He looked up, kissed her and moved one hand up to hers. He clenched her fingers in his as he pressed his chest against hers. Once again, she wrapped her legs around him bringing him closer to her sex. Conveniently Spike’s jeans fell to the floor leaving his cock in perfect range to her pussy.



Gently, with much passion, he pushed into her. Lilah’s body caught a quick chill and heaved with excitement. She let out a quiet sigh as she maneuvered her body to ride up and down on his thick rod. He licked her breast. Moving his way up to her neck he couldn’t resist the urge to bite. He sucked lightly on the previous wound, lapping up the dripping blood. With a sudden thrusting his teeth pierced once again.



With the pleasure of orgasm combined with the dizzy effect of blood loss Lilah went into a sudden daze. The room started to spin. Her body felt weak and frigid. Finally Spike drew his teeth away. Worried he took too much, he released her from the bonds that held her, laid her on the table, and covered her with his shirt.



Twenty minutes later she regained consciousness. He was at her side within seconds. Concerned, he asked “Are you all right?” She was silent. “Are you ...”



“I...I’m okay. What happened?”



“I think... I think I may have taken too much.”



“Too much?” she asked confused.



“I drank from you when we... made love.”



“I remember. It was good.” Her mood seemed to have lifted. She smiled. “I’m Lilah.”



“Spike” he returned.



“Do you know how we got here?”



“No idea love” he announced. “Do you know where the others went?”



“Who? Oh...no...how’d they get out?” she questioned noticing there was no door. “How do we get out? Are we stranded?” she snapped. She considered the look on his face and decided to make the best of things. “Well, Spike” quickly adding,”no last name where are you from?”



He gave no answer but asked her the same question. “Originally Dublin, currently residing in Ennis.” She answered enthused. Lilah found herself faint and laid back on the steel table.