It's the weekend again, and what a good time to launch my latest page on this blog. I hope that you join me in celebrating the first post for Page One. *applause*
I have many writing exercises. One of them is one page short stories, usually based on a picture that I've found. I call them Picture Stories. This is what Page One is all about. Once a week, I will be posting a short to share with all of you.
Keep in mind, these stories are spontaneous. I type and type until I fill up one page, but only one page. So, for this first post, I'd like to present: "Twisted Love"
For the first time in his career as a bounty hunter, the situation was messy. He let himself get involved with his prey. Before, it was shoot first then ask questions later – only if needed. Now it was: I just want her legs wrapped around me while I take her. When did it get so complicated? He asked himself as he loaded his revolver – silver bullets with nitroglycerin capsule tips. It was the perfect weapon for demons like her. The bullets caused quite the mess upon impact.
When he was starting out, he would always pick the “preferred dead” bounties. One, the pay was way higher. Two, it was less messy. And three, he could satisfy his trigger happy personality. There was nothing like blowing away a demon or a goblin or whatever was running toward him. The adrenalin rush was much better than the Rainbow Cigarettes he was addicted to. Yes, they were called Rainbow Cigarettes. But, no matter how frilly the name, he sucked up his pride and bought them. They were made of tobacco leaves and pixy dust – hence the “rainbow” part of the name. Better than any cigarette in the market: less nicotine, but twice as addictive. Once you start, you’re devoted for life.
He puffed out silver colored smoke as he pulled back the hammer. With an audible click, he was locked and loaded. It was a shame that he had to kill her. All that mind-blowing sex just went out the window.
She was near. He could feel her blood lust coming for the throbbing pulse in his veins. They had a fight – a big one. He didn’t know exactly how it started. All he remembered was that they had just finished their latest romp and were heavily panting. Afterwards it was all a blur. Doing it with a demon was an extreme sport. They had the kind of stamina wild horses could only dream off and the bending power not even snakes can achieve. Remembering all the different positions they were in made him grin. I should have shot her the first time I saw her, he thought.
When he first heard of the large bounty, he was skeptical. In all of his years in the business, he had never known a bounty so big. Ralf, his informant and Rainbow Cigarette supplier, was doubtful about the situation too, but not about the bounty.
She was the daughter of the meanest, ugliest, most ruthless demon in the country. Demons were loyal creatures to one another until they smell betrayal. Word was, she stole something very precious from her dear father and he placed a bounty on her head without even caring about getting back what was stolen. She just needed to be dead, and that was that. Demons were also highly illogical creatures.
His gun was already poised to shoot when she entered the apartment he was hiding in. She certainly seemed angry enough, with her claws out and her luscious lips in a snarl. He could never focus when it came to her. The same thing happened when he first saw her at the bar he frequented. When she came in, it was like everyone in the room stopped moving. She had presence and legs which never ended. Her hair was long, straight, and blue black – a great contrast to her ultra pale skin and red eyes. Demons had red eyes. It didn’t help that she was wearing a chain mail looking dress that hid next to nothing to the imagination either. He felt the crotch of his pants tighten just as his jaw hit the bar he was leaning on. She smelled of jasmine and juniper blossom.
He took another puff of his cigarette before spitting out the butt. It bounced on the floor twice before rolling to a stop a few inches from her spike-heeled boots. She stood there panting, like after she had just finished riding him hard, but there was no contentment in those ruby eyes – only bloodlust. He was going to die, he knew it. He couldn’t lift his gun and aim at her. Dammit, he thought, when did it get so messy?
He asked himself again as she began to rush toward him.