FICTION SERIES
#7 Blood of the Covenant — Chapter 6: Thinning Tether
A paranormal fantasy
Somehow, I knew I was seated on a sofa. Somehow, I knew that I had been staring at the single animal hair that rested delicately on the carpet fibers for approximately an eternity. I was vaguely aware of a painless pressure in my knee where my own nails were biting into my skin. Physically, I was numb.
He had laid it out for me and now my psyche was attempting to protect itself. Part of my conscious mind understood and easily accepted the devastating truth; however, the larger and much more forceful entirety of my subconscious screamed in my brain, ‘LIES! Ridiculous lies’. It was not ready to allow me to face reality. Not yet. It had already taken me far away.
The music drifted to me on a soft cloud of perfection; beautiful and sad. A tear welled in my eye as the lyrics flowed with the musical inflections on a gently rolling ocean of emotion. The guitar strings strummed with novice professionalism and every note inflicted a different level of grief, happiness, terror, love… The sweet melodic male voice sang with imperfect perfection. Pure intoxication.
I sat alone on an untouchable invisible ground, my eyes closed. I could hear nothing except the hypnotic music. I could see nothing except the images in my mind. I could smell nothing except the concocted scent of aromatic wine. I could feel nothing except the comforting beat and a soft breeze as the sounds drifted to me, around me, and through me.
Every part of my body moved gently to the music, feeling and reacting to each individual note and word. I had never heard the song nor did I know the vocalist; still, the slightly faltering voice was seduction in every sense of the word. I let the sensations flow through me as I swayed with the wind and rhythm, all three moving in perfect harmony. As the song ended with a soothing crescendo and released its hold, I let my body go limp and laid back.
“Are you ready?” he asked. I opened my eyes. I was on a bed and he was hovering over me, licking his lips in anticipation. His eyes were bloodshot and burning their albino pink. I shook my head.
He laughed without care. “That’s too bad, my love,” he said as he lowered his body to kiss my neck. I did not resist.
Liquid lapped at my sides.
In an instant almost too quick to recognize, my focus changed and I was watching myself from a distance.
I could see the hideously brilliant Victorian chair and the large, inviting bed. Everything else was obliterated by pure darkness. Everything else except the two people on the bed. I could see him. I could see… me?
I stared down at my body and my body stared back. I looked very peaceful. I was still and quiet. Long, wavy, grey-white hair spread out across the liquid surface. He restrained my body’s wrists as he kissed its neck passionately though it did not seem like the hold was necessary as my body was not resisting. Strangely, it was not even reacting. His animated presence was lost in lust, yet my body stared vacantly into the distance, moving only with the force of his motions. Limp. Lifeless.
I wondered if my mind-body link had severed and perhaps that was why my body could not respond. I attempted to pull myself in closer, trying to close the gap between my body and me. I concentrated with intensity and floated in a little until I had a better view.
I should have stayed back.
Where the liquid lapped at the side of my body, my skin was scarlet red. It was not water.
His vicious snarl was in my face before I could register the truth. Pink eyes burned with anger and hate an inch from mine. Barred, red teeth, impacted with fleshy chunks of chewed meat dripped sticky, thick red. With his terrifying mouth opened wide, his face contorted into a severe snarl.
The air rushed forth from his open jaw and swept my hair away from my face with such unnatural turbulent force that I involuntarily pulled back. He moved forward to keep the space between us non-existent. The deep, guttural screech would have left Lucifer curled into a ball and weeping for mercy.
Oh, the smell. His breath was rancid meat. Rotting roadkill. Death. Blood dripped from his teeth. My blood.
My psyche gave up.
My subconscious protector, ran.
Abandoned.
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Chapter 7: Not What I Ordered
A pale hand invaded a crack in my fortress and then was gone, leaving a small purple box with a long white cord and a dwarf ant’s tunnel through my fortress wall, barely enough to see him through. Strange how clearly I could still see him. He raised his eyebrows and gestured to me with a small earpiece in each hand as if to say, ‘May I?’ I appreciated his silence — it made me appreciate not wanting to slaughter him for a moment.
Copyright © 2021 Kai Parker (adapted from Awakening by Porle Joen — also me, lol). 2021 queer reworking — LGBTQ2SAI+ Paranormal Fantasy.
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