Posted by Megaton on October 03, 2000 at 13:54:14:
Chariss was just nineteen, long, lithe, gorgeous. She walked through the abandoned buildings without fear, knowing her
destination well. An alley she had played in when she was younger. Tonight she was going to meet David there. David
Hamlin, the hot young stud she had met in the chat room three months before. They had exchanged e-mail, pictures.
Lord, he was built. Athletic. Muscular. Handsome. She remembered their cyber session; God, he knew how to turn a
woman on. Better than any man she’d ever met.
So she knew he would be fantastic in person. Tonight was the night.
She rounded the corner, far from anyone’s prying eyes. Someone stood there waiting on her, came out of the shadows.
Not David. A girl she knew from high school, Megan somebody. What was she doing here?
Chariss walked up to her, still unafraid, slightly angry to find her invading these private fantasies. “Meg, I don’t know
why you’re here, but I’d appreciate it if you go. I’m supposed to --”
She hadn’t noticed the huge butcher knife Meg held in her right hand.
Meg thrust upward, driving the blade into Chariss’ taut body, through her slim stomach, up under her sternum, slicing
into her beating heart. Chariss gasped, her beautiful eyes wide, as she felt her terrified heart beating hard and fast around
cold steel. She staggered forward into Meg’s waiting embrace.
“I love you, Chariss,” the woman told her shivering, sweating victim, and kissed her on the cheek. Meg’s tongue
flicked out and lightly licked Chariss’ cheek as well. “You’re beautiful.”
Chariss tried to form words, her luscious mouth moving, making small sounds: “D-day-dh-dh...” Her hands were locked
around the hilt of the knife; her stomach heaved with every breath she took, spilling blood down her belly, filling her
navel, staining the front of her shorts a dark, deep red. She closed her eyes, concentrated, managed to form the name
through the pain in her body, through the strange confusion in her mind.
“D-David?” She opened her eyes, hoping to see him there, but only Meg was here, stroking her face, kissing her,
whispering to her. She said it again, praying he would come around the corner, he would save her from this madwoman
who had declared her love in such a horrible, paradoxical way. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.
Suddenly she realized what Meg was whispering, and the dark truth of it hurt her more than the throbbing agony of her
dying heart.
“There isn’t any David, Chariss. I sent those messages.”
The young woman’s eyes filled with tears and hopelessness. “B-but I saw...I s-saw picture...” A convulsion doubled her
over, the hard, unyielding blade digging through more of the soft vital things within. She coughed, sobbed, began to
shiver as if she was freezing. Meg cuddled her, ran long fingers through her silky strawberry blonde hair. Kissed her
long white neck.
“I found that picture on the Web, honey. I don’t even know who it was. It’s so easy to deceive when no one can see
your face.” Meg held Chariss tighter than ever, reached down with one hand to yank the blade from her body. A crimson
flood poured from the wound; those strong, soft hands pressed and clutched at the gaping hole, trying somehow to hold
the sides of the wound together, trying to hold in the blood. The life.
Chariss threw her head back and made a noise that would have been a scream, if she had enough left in her to scream.
Then her hands found their way to her chest; she crazily, futilely began to squeeze her tits, rhythmically, forcefully,
striving to keep the failing heart beneath them beating. Squeeze, release. Squeeze, release. All the while staring, panting,
shivering in Meg’s embrace. Her expression blank now, no intelligence in the staring eyes.
Meg lowered the dying woman gently to the ground, began to undress her. Her arms were at her sides now, elbows
slightly bent, yet her hands continued their groping motions, unaware that they were no longer holding her tits. She
sucked in each breath, slowly, slowly, her chest rising until it could hold no more air; then she expelled it just as slowly,
her chest gradually falling. Over and over.
By the time she was naked, her breathing had stopped with her heartbeat. Meg undressed, looking at the beautiful young
woman with an uncontrollable passion in her deep brown eyes. She took the dead body in her arms, rolled over, pulling
Chariss on top of her. God that felt good, just holding this lovely woman to her, feeling her weight on her body like a
comforter. Caressing Chariss, Meg thought, and laughed just a little, to herself.
Chariss’ chin rested on Meg’s shoulder, that blank stare frozen forever on her exquisite face.
It was a long time before Meg left the alley, going back the way she came. Gary thought she had a meeting at work
tonight. If he knew what sort of meeting she had really had... She could hardly wait to get home to him. Good as the
dead were, sometimes only a living man could satisfy her. And her necro tryst with Chariss had left her hot for him as
well.
Back in the alley, Chariss stared up at the stars, her ivory flesh growing cool in the autumn night.