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Posted by Vandal Savage
on 6/10/2009, 8:32 pm
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My cane makes a steady beat against the brick that lines the street. The historic district, such an odd term, I remember when this place was new, when the horses would trot across it their hooves clacking and echoing. Now all sound is drowned out by the cars, their engines a menace to my ears. I approach the small cafe where she sits; she looks like a large piece of onyx in the shadows of the afternoon sun.
"May I help you sir?" She's young so much of her life a head of her, her voice has perkiness to it, not yet jaded by the world.
I feel her passion, her body pressing against mine. She feels it to the primal lust boiling within each of us. For being petite she is quiet strong as she pushes me onto the bed framed by the hand carved boards. She has told me a thousand times that she loves me, and now on the night of our wedding, with her fathers blessing we consummate our relationship. I feel her heart within her chest, and she feels mine.
"He's with me." Her voice, is cold, harsh, the way it rolls of her tongue. I merely nod to the young blonde and make my way to the corner table. I sit at the back, surveying all that is around me. They live their lives with such distaste for it, for the experience, always wanting, craving, consuming.
"Getting nostalgic?" She asks taking a drink of the stout glass in front of her. Whiskey or bourbon, I'm not sure which my senses are to busy taking in everything else. Especially the waitress. She is small, a petite athletic frame. Her body still very tight. She can't be much older then 24, not even a quarter of a century, so very young.
"In some cultures she would be treated as a princess at her age with her beauty." I say watching the young woman continue to greet people.
"And then she would be sacrificed on an alter to some long forgotten gods." She takes a drink of the alcohol; she hides the squint as it burns down her throat.
"Or to me." I pick up the glass that she had ordered for me. "You've been a busy girl Amanda, made some very powerful enemies since leaving Checkmate haven't you?"
"Nothing that I haven't dealt with before. The lab on the moon was destroyed by the way. The project up there a complete failure." I watch as her fingers tap on the side of the glass, a subtle single to the members of her team. She still doesn't trust me after all of these years. The feeling is mutual.
"And the scientists?" I look around trying to find where she has placed her agents, most likely on nearby roofs and in adjacent buildings. Maybe even dressed as a few civilians.
"Killed. Had my team take care of it." She's blunt and callous, one of the many reasons why I have the respect that I do for her. "And what of our new endeavor?"
"Things continue as planned, the future is going to be a dark place Amanda, the flood waters are high and we will stand ready with an army at our feet, building a new Rome to rule from." The breezes blow against my skin.
The waves slam against the cliff walls, I feel the cool breeze blow against me, it pushes against my body. It smells of early summer and dew, the sun rises in heat against the eastern sky. Her body is heavy in my arms; I feel it for the first time as I look down at the jagged shoreline below. Caressing her cheek I push a stray blonde hair out of her now pale face. She was a wife, one of my many. No matter how much I age they never seem too.
She bore two scions to my legacy; they have grown and mourn us over a fire. They will further my genetic line serving their one true purpose. But she loved me, up until the final moment where her life ended as my hands wrapped around her neck and like a tree snapping against a gale wind, I cracked her neck.
"Just a primal urge is all. Nothing more, it was never anything more." I confess to the corpse as I let go of it, watching as it falls into the ocean below.
"Poetic as ever Vandal a couple thousand years will do that I suppose. If you'll excuse me I must be going, my team and I have some errands to run, it seems some Madripoor officials are getting antsy with the latest regime." She stands up, blocking out the sun as she does so. "I assume that you'll be getting the bill?"
"Of course, until next time Amanda, be safe." I wink as she walks away taking another drink from my glass. I notice the blonde walking towards me out of the corner of my eye.
"Looks like your friend won't be joining you for another round." She leans over, picking up Amanda's glass. I notice her legs and her wide strong hips, excellent for child baring, her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, highlighting the dusky make-up which he wears. Her perfume smells of Lillys, such a pretty flower.
"It would appear that way, Ms. what is your name?" I take another drink; I've seen the look in her eyes before. The lust beginning to boil, to steam her from the inside out.
"E..Er..Er..Erin." She stammers her name takes a minute to emerge from her mouth. She's nothing more to me now but a toy, I do so enjoy toys.
"Have a seat Erin; I think I'd like to get to know you better."
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