Flying
My angel come sit with me in the dance of the night
will you be my heroin in this slight fight of might
"We'll just finish this round and we're goin"
The room was thick in smoke, the sweet sensation stinging in every corner of the room. No need to be in the ring to get the effect here, spite it only being four young souls sitting in the leather couch.
Jim finishes his beer as the small stump of a smoke is passed to him. Taking a deep drag his eyes flicker slightly, as he holds his breath. Tensing his grasp round the stump as he calmly breathes out the smoke with a sigh.
"Mmmm, god shit David"
His eyes move to Andrew, sitting by his side
"Botoomskij for you Andy"
He chuckles as Andrew takes the stump, his mind hungry for the sensation. A larger, vaguely chubby boy in the inner corner bottoms his beer and gets up, this making the other boys start moving. Andrew taking his time with his last drag before following silently after the others. His thin but trained body standing more beating than his looks reveals. The looks of innocence had gotten him out of alot of trouble.
I want to see the light in this pain
as I piece up my cocaine
"Where's the house at Davey!!!"
John leaned over the front seat of the old car, the smell wunderbaum and cheap perfume filling the small car in a nauseating mix, the bass shaking the car to its near breaking point as it races faster than its engine was ever meant to go. The music making it hard to hear a single word in the car..but hell you never get a cheaper ride than the Cruisers.
"Um..there's a rave at Tiny's place..he's a fuckin asshole, but its supposed to be alotta fine mice there"
They chuckle for a while, not sure they got a single word of what David said as the music near make their eardrums burst. Not really caring open a new round of beer as the car race to the house
Come my angel sing with me
all I want is for us to be
"Yo its Tiny himself, let us in fatty"
Davey greeted the eyecatchingly huge man that opens the door. The already fairly filled, music blasting out in the street, not making it hard to guess which house was the one.
"Hey you retardic dickhead, get your scrawny asses in here"
Tiny embraced David back, stumbling back in his drunken state. The rest following in, pressing in to find a place to sit. A glimpse of a beauty passes by Andrews's eyes, something that caught his attention. He is about to get up, to follow, the short black skirt, skin of tight fairness as dragging him after, the trance interrupted by a violent pull, making him fall back to his seat.
Can't you see
with you I'm free
"Yo and chill for a sec I got some'in here"
John is fumbling for something in his jacket pocket, looking round as if scared for someone to see it.
"Sup Jonny, you got some dust?"
John shakes his head taking out a small plastic bag, the white pills inside, much looking like painkillers, except for the blue bird drawn on them.
"The guy called em skyfliers, probly just shrooms..you wanna fly with me Andy"
Not really caring Andrew shrugged, taking one of the pills, swallowing it down with a double tequila and orange juice, his focus looking after the girl he saw earlier.
"Look Dave I gotta go look for someone k, catch yah laters dude"
Or is it me who is blind
as I in you the angel find
As Andrew steps up stepping over the table to get towards the kitchen, his vision gets blurred, the wave hitting him with a thrust. Colors in his head whirling. Stumbling down from the table he stops shaking his head, trying to get his balance. With a deep draw of air the extacy hits him. Colors of the rainbow whirling round, so pretty. Every touch of the dancing ravers giving him a shiver of pleasure. Forgetting where he is the colors blur his vision. Just a small focus left. Not caring anymore, the feeling of floating through the room..no not floating ..flying.
Angeldust come fly with me
all the way to extacy
His arm is pulled, a tongue stuck down his throat. His hand pulling up a small red dress, sweating bodies pressing against each other. The colors floating with the music. The music is the colors, the colors are the music. Moaning as breasts press against his chest. Didn't she have a dress, a new body, his hand down pants now. Trailing over a newly shaved as his tongue rub over a new tongue, fingers trailing over his body. Swinging round in extacy, in a wild laughter. All so beautiful. Sweating hard his body wet as his body tense in a uncontrollable laughter.
fly with me in the seven skies
come look into my eyes
A trail of a finger over his eyes, as he twirls round. A shiver.
"No"
It was all wrong. What is life, why am I here. It was pathetic. The colors shade, the turn dark. The rainbow turns to a black fog burring his mind, suffocating. The blackness taking his breath away. He stumbles back in a gasp for air. Every touch now spine chilling, every look, damned. Pressing against the wall in the corner of the living room he closes his eyes.
"It's not right, its all a dream, its all a dream, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid"
Tears rolling down his cheeks as he closes his eyes to a clench, his body shivering as he rocks back and forth in a crouched position.
Tell me what you see as our eyes in depth meet
tell me what to feel as I sweep you of your feet
"What's wrong Andrew, sweety"
Such a sweet voice. The blackness lets go, making him gasp deeply, drawing in the sweet thick air of the living room. He looks up hopefully, though his mind clouded, darkened. All alone, he was all alone. No one to hold in the dark, he wanted someone to hold.
As he looked up his eyes widen, body stiffening. His mouth opening for a scream, but nothing coming out. Before him was what he could only explain as a demon, or a monster. The black sweaty body, a nude female. The black skin beading from sweat, as a grin was over her face, barring her sharp row of fangs. The red glowing eyes looking at him. His body shakes in fear as he curls to a ball shouting in fear
"No, don't kill me, don't kill me!...I don't wanna die, I don't wanna..I don't I don't"
Though his eyes is closed, not facing her, her red eyes burn in his memory, lighting up what he sees, he feels crawling over his body. All over his body crawling. He screams loudly, body tensing.
In angel clothing your visibility
give sweet sensation of duality
"Andy? Dude? You okay?"
He opens his eyes, still shaking. David is standing over him, shaking him
"Demons or the devil, she wants me, there, she's here"
Andrew points to the demon, still standing there, red eyes glaring at him. David looks up as he helps Andrew to his feet. Forcing his limp sweat body up.
"Yeah she told us...close you eyes and focus Andy..You're trippin"
Andrew closes his eyes, feeling his vision blurry, the pain stinging his body at every move. Slowly opening his eyes the demon is gone. Standing in it place the angel that walked by him earlier. His eyes widening in disbelief.
"But I saw..I ..I mean she was..you dun think she wanna go on a date with me no do you Davey"
His vision goes blurry again, not allowing him so see anything but blackness, the feeling of something crawling over his body still there, a feeling near making him go insane. His body shaking uncontrollably in fear.
"Fuck, get em off Davey, just get em off, I can't stand it any more"
Intervein in sweaty dance
damp bodies in the act of trance
David just shakes his head waving mike over they carry him upstairs to Tiny's bedroom.
"He had some shrooms, I brought some, but I took one to, so I dun think its bad merchandise....it's weird, he's always been the one that could take anything"
John looks to Andy's angel, a sweet girl, with a body most men drool over. Not hiding it either, John finds himself starring slightly.
"Don't leave me guys, she's gonna come back, their still here, I can feel em"
Andy is still shaking, not able to struggle much though he is easily dumped on the bed
"Look Andy, listen up, Jonny gave you some bad stuff, your bad trippin. Come on dude you was there when I had my stacy trip. Remember how fucked up I was. Now chill the fuck down. There is no demons okay"
David pauses, looking over to Mike, who is fumbling through Tiny's drawers, chuckling as he finds his stack of porn magazines on the bottom.
"And if there is any demons, me and mikes gonna go scare em away Andy k, ain't that right Mikey"
He looks to Andy, shaking in the bed, his vision far away from them, still nodding as the door goes shut.
Hear the demons cry as the angels fly
so high so high the fly till your wings fry
Grabbing the blanket he falls off the bed with a thud, moaning slightly in pain as his shoulder hits the ground. Fear stinging his mind as he graws to the corner of the room, by the door. Tear flowing down his cheek as his body shakes. Whispering constantly to himself
"the demons are here, the demons are here, the demons are here"
"Andrew? you okay?"
The sweet voice again, dimming the pain. The black fog releasing his eyes. For a long time not daring to open his eyes, he sits crouched shivering. The crawling has stopped. Had they left...had she left?
He slowly looks up seeing his angel. His eyes resting on her with a relieved sigh.
"Oh I'm glad its you....I'm sorry, I don't know what happened"
Looking at her his eyes glide over her body, slightly relaxing, though something was wrong. A cold feeling. No this was all wrong.
He looked up at her again, the vision of her beauty blurring, the black of her pupil flickering red
"What's wrong Andrew, never seen a daemon before"
His head shaking in disbelief, the crawling over his body returns. Breathing heavily as she trails her claws over his chest, a cold stinging pain as the black fog release his eyes totally.
My angel come sit with me in the dance of the night
ill you be my savior in this slight fight of might
His eyes upon her again, now seeing his angel in her true form, the daemon of his nightmares.
"Don't you want to give me a kiss Andrew, come give your angel a kiss"
her laughter was cold, giving Andy a chill down his spine. He presses against the wall as she grabs his neck, easily lifting his body up to her eyelevel. Gargling as his feet dangle a few inches from the floor.
She leans closer to him pressing her lips against his, twisting just for a second the pain to pleasure. Andy moans, not knowing why he closes his eyes returning the kiss. As he slides his tongue out against her she twists it back, the pain tensing his body as she bites over his tongue, ripping it out of his mouth, giggling as the blood splatter over her face and chest.
I don't wanna fight no more
just come lie down with me
like a fuckin little whore
I'm a crazy little daisy, but is that all you want with me
He wants to scream, his mouth wide open, blood pouring. Not a sound, not even a gargle. Something was holding his screams back. He looked at her, eyes wide in fear. Her eyes flickering red in amusement at his glare, feeding on his fear. Letting his that go she thrusts her claws in his gut, sinking deep in him, crimson rivers trailing down her arm as she holds him up, her claws sinking slowly deeper in him, ripping his inner organs.
Andy's body now trembles in a near death spasm, his eyes rolling up in the pain as he feels blackness closing. Seeing her fun is soon to end claws from her free hand slash over his throat. The long claws ripping through half his throat, crimson lines coloring the blue walls.
I'm calling on you my sweet
my little heroin
come be my treat
my daily adrenalin
She giggles amusedly as his head falls back, his body falling limp down in the corner as she pulls her arm out. Licking off his blood as she looks down at him. Dark crimson flowing still from his empty body, his eyes dark and lifeless. Out from the room an angel steps, pulling down her short skirt slightly, a content look in her eyes as he passes close to some boys in the stairways, giving them a long look, before disappearing into the crowd. Hungry looks after her
"Seems like someone got damn lucky tonight"
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