Stories

So here is the story. I hope you like it.

DAEMON

written by: Wardah the Bla’qQ

translated by: Wardah the Bla’qQ

Valery was turning about lazily and contentedly on her luxurious bedroom bed. In the twilight of the room which was dilluted with the city lights from a few stories below, she was able to see the sillhouette of her tonight’s lover (her latest catch, she smirked) whom she picked up in the cafe, on the window. She had done that often and she was happy about it. However, today she was feeling somewhat blue; and he was such a good listener as they were having their coffee, and later, oh, later…

What is bothering you, my love? – she asked him snugly - And what is your name?

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he continued to stand at the window and stare out on the street. His flat blue-black hair fell down on his smooth and naked shoulders. His oblong face seemed almost black in the dark room. One could only see the glimmer in his eyes which gave the impression of penetrating through to the very heart of the Earth.

Hmm - protested the young woman as she sat up, covering her nudity with a light covering that was the colour of the sky. She threw back her lush golden curly hair, letting the wavy strands fall down again. Then she hugged her knees and leaned her chin against them.

Hmm – she repeated, intrigued, and this time she gazed intently upon the young man. He was tall and well built; slender as well as aptly muscular. She liked men who were physically strong. She enjoyed roughness, especially inside these walls. She felt like roughness helped her ease the pain that would occasionally swell up like a desert flood from the deep wounds on her soul. She started rubbing her wrists – which still felt a little numb from their wild love game – at the very thought, but then she turned her mind back to the present moment.

She continued to watch him in silence for a while. He was still gazing through the window, but it didn’t seem like he was looking at the street. Then he turned his head toward her and pulled the curtain. He sat on the bed next to her and removed the cover from her body, and then he looked at her. In his eyes, the glimmer. Valery smiled and asked him,

- So you didn’t have enough, huh? Neither did I, believe me… – she reached out to touch him on the shoulder, but he stopped her and pushed her hand away.

- You want to play? All right then – she said and started rubbing herself against him, but he persisted and pushed her away again, harder and rougher this time, causing her to fall on the bed. She didn’t see that as refusal but rather as foreplay, so she started slithering toward him again. This time the young man slapped her powerfully and knocked her down on the floor.

- Are you insane!? – she shouted in an angry voice, wiping blood from the corners of her lips. – Who do you think you are to do this to me? – she got up and slapped him back as hard as she could. His head jerked back from her blow, but he just turned it back again slowly and resumed his silent sitting position, as if nothing had happened. Only the slight trickles of blood in the corner of his and her lips witnessed to the fact that something did happen. Blood, and the thickness in the air.

When she realized that the duel wasn’t going to go on, Valery calmed down a little and sat next to him, confused. She put her hand on the drawer next to her bed, where she kept her gun. Just in case. She was flooded with numerous questions, but was unable to sort her mind out and ask them. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she said in a whisper-like voice, still a little scared,

- Tell you what… er, I think it’s best if you left now. I had a good time tonight, though I think I could have done without the hitting, but okay. If we ever meet again, who knows…

- Name – spoke the young man and lifted his head. He was looking at some point somewhere. The glimmer in his eyes was as intense, and it had an added reddish hue now.

- Wha… excuse me? – Valery got confused again because he had completely interrupted her traing of thought, making her forget what it was that she was talking about in the first place. The young man turned his head toward her and shot her with his gaze. He was looking at her. Not just at her naked body; she had this unnerving impression that he was looking INTO HER; her insides, as if he were inspecting the very depths of her soul. She was unable to endure his gaze for more than a few seconds. She felt compelled to get up, throw the sky-coloured cover over her breasts and wrap it around her waist hurriedly. She then turned her back to him.

- I do not understand – she inquired in a shaky voice. Valery was beginning to get the impression that something was seriously wrong. She wanted the young man to go away as soon as possible, and at the same time she didn’t want it. Fear of pain and a craving for pleasure mixed with pain were conflicting in her limbs. She felt dizzy. Her heart started pounding rapidly. Her palms were sweating. Finally, she mustered the courage to turn to him and say,

- Look, I don’t know who you are or what you are, and I don’t even care anymore. Leave immediately or I’ll… I’ll… – she grabbed her cell phone awkwardly – or I’ll call the police.

At those words, the young man gave her a pitiful look and smiled misteriously.

- You don’t need to be afraid of me. I will not harm you any more than you can harm yourself.

- What are you talking about… you’re insane! – she started shaking violently.

- I am not insane. Sit down. Have no fear. I won’t harm you. I won’t harm you.

- What is that supposed to mean? Who are you?

The young man’s gaze fell down again and he started staring in the floor. He then got up and went back to the window, where he continued to stare out with his distant gaze.

- I am a Daemon.

- Excuse me? You’re what? Hahaha! – Valery laughed. Laughter eased her fear a little.

- Well, we’re still playing, aren’t we! You are a comedian of some sort, right? All right, Lord Beelzebub from Hell, tell me what is in store for me tonight? – she now relaxed just enough to be able to throw herself back on the bed and remove the cover from her body. She was unable to comprehend her change of moods. But maybe this night didn’t have to be a disaster after all, she mused.

- I am not Beelzebub. And I do not come from Hell. Nobody comes back from Hell. I am fit for Hell, though, and that is where I will end up. – At that, he looked at her again and swallowed her with his eyes, and then he continued, – And you are already there and yet do not know it.

Valery sat up, surprised, stunned, shocked, and offended.

- WHAT?!! Who are you to tell me THAT! – she suddenly felt singled out, completely known, seen through, despised, accused and convicted.

- I told you. I am a Daemon. Your Daemon. You called me and I came.

- A Daemon, you say. Fine. Let’s see how you daemons handle BULLETS! – her hand bolted for the drawer and pulled the gun out of it. Valery grasped the gun with both her hands and pointed it at the young man. She was shaking. Her hands trembled with insecurity. She had never used the gun before, but she was willing to do it now. He had touched her in the place where she was most vulnerable.

The young man pounced at Valery and grabbed her by the hand which still held the gun after he grabbed at it. He twisted her other arm behind her back and smacked her against the wall with full force. Valery gave a painful wail and started sobbing, trying to defend herself against the attacker’s assault, but he was stronger. “I didn’t need this” – was the sole thought that was whirling through her mind the entire time, but it seemed so distant and neutral, as if it were somebody else’s thought. The pain, however, was hers and hers alone. Just like the first time.

- Ouch.. awww… ahh… – she sqealed and sobbed, rolling on the floor in an unsuccessful attempt to get up. Her arms were sore. Her face was scratched and she was bleeding from her nose. Blood ran down her lips and neck, down toward her nakedness.

- You jerk… what have you done to me – she cried. Fear overpowered her. Somehow, she managed to prop herself on her arms and started to get up on her feet.

- Go away… just go… I won’t tell anybody, I swear, anybody, just let me go… don’t kill me, please, please… please – she pleaded. The young man loomed above her, holding her gun in hand. The glimmer in his eye was now more than a glimmer; it was a lunatic’s glare in his bloodshot orbs. His face was no longer devoid of expression. Instead, it bore a beastly grin. He pointed the gun at her.

- You think this is just a game? Do you think your life is just a harmless litlle game? Do you believe that your one night stand affairs with strangers are going to help you fix your problems?Let’s try it then, shall we, it just might work!! – at those words he hit her over the face with the gun and sent her reeling back on the floor, her face down.

He was deaf to her sobs. He threw himself on her and started to violate her. “Please, don’t, please”, she begged him, bruised and battered as her blood smeared the carpet. He didn’t listen to her, but continued performing his savage ritual, holding the gun pressed against her head and battering her on the back with his other fist. He screamed words which she was unable to make out, but she did feel his hatred and wrath. She was able to understand occasional references to “the likes of you” and something about destroying families, but she was beginning to grow numb to it all very rapidly. Pain, anger, fear, hurt – all of that was merging into an amorphous mass in her soul which left her feeling empty. She was like a dead mannequin under him.

Finally, he was done with his dirty deed. He got up and kicked her on the side, leaving her laying sideways and facing him. Her face was the face of a dead person – emotionless, expressionless. She was staring at the wall blankly, however it didn’t seem that she was really looking at the wall but somewhere through it, into some indescribable depth. She didn’t feel the blood flowing down her face. She didn’t feel the pain caused by the young man’s blows on her kidneys and spine. She didn’t feel the consequences of violation on her intimate parts, nor did she feel any fear. She felt absolutely nothing.

The young man, still naked and still holding the gun, turned to her. His expression had changed. A tear was sliding down his cheek. The glare was gone from his eye. He knelt in front of Valery and lowered his face in level with hers. In a crying voice, he said,

- I am sorry. Sorry… I don’t know a different way.

There was no reaction on her part. She kept staring into a distance, her body quivering now and then as if from some inner convulsion.

- I am sorry – repeated the young man and started to get dressed, sobbing and weeping. When he was finished clothing himself, he knelt before her again. He took her head in his hands and gently turned her face toward his. He managed to draw her look upon himself, but it seemed like she was looking through him, not at him. He drew his face near to hers so that their noses and foreheads touched. Then he kissed her on the forehead and said,

- I hope… I hope you understand now.

Then he got up, walked out of her appartment and closed the door without a word. She was left alone in the room, arched on the floor, bloody and desecrated.

Just like the first time.

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- Wow, you’re one wild kitten, aren’t you! – said the young man to Valery after they made love. He only met her that evening in a cafe and decided he might get lucky tonight, so he invited her back to his place to have a little good time. She was handsome and attractive – his type of girl all right. The only strange thing about her was that she wasn’t much of a talker.

While he was still in bed, breathing heavily, Valery got out of bed and moved toward the window. She pushed back the curtains and looked outside. In the dark, one could only see the sillhouette of her body and the glimmer in her eyes which looked through the window, but it seemed like she wasn’t really looking out on the street but rather into the very heart of the Earth.

- Hey, baby, what’s your name? – asked the young man as he sat up, still shivering with excitement.

At first Valery made no reply, allowing the uncomfortable silence to tear the young man’s ears. Then a mysterious half-smile touched her lips. She pulled back the curtain, turned to the young man and said,

- Me? – she asked in a voice that unveiled and conceiled; a quiet and ominous whisper which froze one’s blood in their veins; a quivering sound which betrayed an explosion of hate.

- I am your Daemon.