Posted by SK on August 29, 2001 at 06:50:02:
Long time no see
by SnuffKing
"Long time no see, slut!" He yelled and grabbed her shoulder. With a hard pull, he spun her around so she faced him. Even in the semi-darkness he noticed with satisfaction that she looked surprised at the sudden onslaught.
"You?" She gasped and tried to move away.
"Stop right there, bitch!" He hissed and lifted the gun so it was now hovering only inches from her face. "If you fucking move, I'll give you some .45 brain surgery!"
"What do you want?" She asked after a few seconds of tense silence.
He had time. He felt no need to rush things. He loved looking at hear beautiful face, still the same, still that of an angel on earth, even after all these years. And her voice, smooth like fine brandy and just as intoxicating. How he loved her. How he hated her! Oh God, why did she run away, he had thought, over and over for the past six years. Now he could ask her, but he was sure he wouldn't like the answer. No need to rush it, no need to rush it at all.
"Jack, speak to me." She said after another few seconds. He smiled when he heard her speak his name. It was wonderful, just like old times. In between anxious glances at his face, she was looking around in the parking basement. It was 2 am in the night; it was completely dark except for a few small lamps that barely illuminated the concrete walls. They were alone. He knew this already.
"OK Sarah. Good to see you again." He stammered, suddenly uncertain of himself. He had planned everything in every possible detail. He had known exactly what to say and what to do. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to let her know exactly what a bitch she was and how her bailing out on him had hurt her. But now he couldn't think of a thing to say. Looking at her angelic face took his breath away and he felt a strange sensation in his stomach, like he had felt the first time that he had laid eyes on her, more than twenty years ago.
"And good to see you, Jack." She replied and gave him a coy smile. Those lips, full, perfectly curved, and painted in a deep, warm red color. He wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world, but his arm and his gun were between them. He didn't dare to remove it. Not yet, anyway.
"I... I missed you." He stammered, his knees soft as jelly, his determination and his plans evaporated like dew before the sun.
"And I missed you too, Jack." She said and smiled widely, almost warm. He was so happy to see that smile on her face, that smile he thought he knew, that he did not notice the hard lines around her mouth or the stern look in her eyes.
"But why did you go away, Sarah? Why did you leave without even leaving a note? I've spent thousands of dollars on PI fees tracking you down." He said and lowered the gun. He looked into her eyes and felt weak. He simply couldn't keep holding up the heavy .45 Colt.
"Believe me, I left you for your own good. I left you because I didn't want to hurt you. It was better that way. And now, please leave me Jack. Leave me alone." She said and turned away from her.
"Sarah, you're not leaving me again! Not now, after all I've done to find you!" He yelled and raised the gun again. "Don't force me to use this, please!"
"Let me ask you a question, Jack." She said and stopped. She didn't turn around or even look at him. She just stood there, about ten feet from him, her perfect figure a sharp silhouette against the illuminated wall. "Do you have any silver bullets in there?"
"What?" Then he remembered. She had always dabbled in the occult, spending all her free time reading books about black magic, witches, werewolves and vampires. "Don't play that fucking game on me now, Sarah. I demand that you come with me! I need you!"
"Game?" She said and turned, slowly, towards him. He could barely see the look on her face, but he could easily make out two shining red eyes and four long, white fangs.
"Holy Jes..." He began, but even before he could finish, he saw a blur in front of his eyes and felt five long, cold fingernails dig into the flesh of his neck.
"Don't speak the name of the imposter in my presence!" The thing next to him screamed, the thing that had been Sarah. He could still recognize the voice as hers, but it was deeper and sounded like it was coming from all directions.
He wanted to scream, but his throat was suddenly constricted. He wanted to run, but his feet were no longer touching the ground. He thought of the gun but it was no longer in his hands.
"I smell your desperation, Jack. I taste your sadness, your loneliness and your longing." The voice whispered. "You cannot live without me, can you, poor thing? Fortunately you don't need to. Let me put you to sleep, poor, sweet, loving Jack."
The death notice in the newspaper read "Jack Harrison, 43, died last night in his sleep". She could have made more of it, but didn't bother. She really hadn't felt anything as she killed him. He was just dead weight from the past that she had to get rid of, since he insisted on following her. In a sense the notice was true, she thought, he had died chasing a dream.