[ listen to Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus, and Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead for full effect ]












"Reach out and touch faith"


The haunting musical styling to Depeche Mode mixed in with a harsh cigarette smell.
The gloomy music suited the situation perfectly; a room filled with cigarette smoke and sweat, a girl in a leather dress moving to the music as if she's in a trance, raising her glass over her head.
She was smirking over at the man sat on the bed, her black hair sticking to her ghastly white face.
She looked like a vampire, she was so pale, and so natural. Yet so manufactured and dead.
She smirked at the man, who's cigarettes had made the room smoky and mystical. The room resembled a dark dance club more than a basement.

"I simply adooore this song, Andrew!" Her voice was a sloppy mixture of torn vocal chords and slurs from the alcohol.
She looked captivating. Her body moving slowly, her hips swaying from one side to the other. The randomized cuts on her thighs barley visible below the dress, some drops of blood hitting the floor.
She felt infinite. She was in a complete bliss.
The fact she was trapped by a madman in a basement, and would most likely never see her family or friends ever again didn't matter, it was all a problem for another day.


"Your own personal Jesus. Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares."


She looked over at the man, Andrew was his name. She didn't know much about him just yet, just that he loved her, was named Andrew, and that he got a great taste in music.
The bad stuff didn't matter, not now. There was no time! She was above it all. Bliss.
That man was the reason she was alive still. That was her conclusion, he was the reason she wasn't dead.
She is also aware that he is the reason she's in danger, and will likely be the reason for her demise.
no time for this. No time for dark thoughts.




••




I looked at her. She looked as if she was in peace. She was taking her hand through her hair, exposing her face to me.
She looked like a piece of artwork, she belonged in the MOMA not this basement.
Doubt had washed over me as we were in bed together. As I was letting her loose.
I had felt vulnerable, there had been a moment where I stopped being angry.
I was completely exposed for her, and I was afraid.
Now as I'm watching her dance to music filled melancholy and smothered with darkness, I again feel vulnerable.
Was this how it felt to be on her good side? Was this how it felt to get through?
Was this the thing, the feeling, he had been hunting for years? Was this it? Self doubt, and vulnerability?
If this really was what he had been looking for, then he needed to start looking again.
dark, almost robotic drums, and mesmerizing guitar play over the stereo.
Clementines hips moving to the music. Her hair has fallen down into her face again.


"Undead, undead, undead!"


She's so captivating. She's so pure, and oh so broken.
She's here with me, and I didn't enjoy it. I felt miserable.
I'm torn between empathizing with her situation, and eventually letting her go, or if I should retract into my shell, into that thing again, and keep doing this until my feelings were okay and my needs satisfied.
I take another breath of my cigarette, blowing smoke towards her.

"You belong in a museum." I say, a dark growl escaping holding around my words.
She jerk her head backwards, her hair gliding off her perfectly sculpted face. A smug smirk plastered on her face.

"I'm already in one." Her glazed voice replied. Her smirk grew into a smile, and she put her glass down on the ground before stumbling over to where I'm sitting.
She throw herself down in my arms, almost causing me to burn her with my cigarette.
"You made me immortal." She sigh. Her face is in the crook of my neck. I can feel her breath on me.
Her breath, which I've been hunting, and wanting all this time. It was mine.

It felt great.

....

Did it really?

Notes

This is kind of a filler chapter?

look at me being on a roll!

ALSO! does anyone got any stories you think I'd like? I want something to read, also I want to give someone a nice lil shout out here in the notes! hmu, yo!