Science Fiction/Adventure – a riveting jacked-in dreamy mind-bender


by R. J. Davies

He stared at her … hungry … his eyes drinking her in deeply … unblinking.

His eyes caught her breath, so intense and his attention unnerving. The moment she laid eyes on him she knew he was different. She felt naked standing before him.

Licking her hot dry lips, she knew she wasn’t safe there … not with him … not alone. There was something about him that she couldn’t ignore. He haunted her night and day. He was all she could think about, he occupied every moment of her waking day and haunted her dreams. Swallowing hard her words had escaped her. What was he really thinking? He was different than the others. She knew. Gulping back the rising fear, she tried to calm her racing heart.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered hoarsely.

Taking a step backwards she swallowed hard again, trying to clear her throat yet words still alluded her. She couldn’t be anywhere else, she had wanted to say but her voice had disappeared with those intense eyes staring at her. It was like he could see through her, see who she really was.

“Why?” he took a step towards her. “Why can’t you listen?”

He had warned her several times he was no good and that he really liked her more than he should. Holding her head high she refused to let him scare her off.

There was just something about him that she wanted to understand. She wanted to get to know  him better.  Even if it was the middle of the night and she stood alone with him deep in a alley with no one else around.

“Really?” he was in front of her invading her space. His long fingers caressed her cheek so gently. “Why can’t you listen?”

She said nothing, but hated the fact that she really liked him touching her that way.

His eyes  didn’t leave her as his fingers trailed to her lips. “You’re not scared of me?”

Biting her bottom lip she took another step backwards and bumped into a wall. They were standing in an alley. Only the moonlight lit the alley but it was enough light to see his face. His beautiful handsome face. A cool breeze sailed through, rustling debris and carrying it down the alley towards the street.

Touching the cold brick wall with her finger tips she was acutely aware that they were hidden away in the alley … away from the rest of the normal human world.

“Oh … you are scared,” he grinned. His fingers were now slowly caressing her chin and trailing down to her neck.  His face was so close she felt his breath on her skin as he spoke, “that’s much better.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Pausing.

Run! Screamed the little voice in her head … yet her feet wouldn’t move.

She couldn’t move, she couldn’t walk away from this being. It  wasn’t in her nature to run from anything. She stood her ground. He leaned his face close to hers, their noses touching, his warm exhaling breath on her cool skin. “So scared,” he rasped.

She looked deeply into his eyes then grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him. Her heart racing, his lips tasted sweet and the kiss ended far too quickly for her liking.

He pulled back, “I could snap your neck off right now with little to no effort.” He was breathing hard.

“But you won’t,” she gasped.

“Tell me why?” he brushed his lips against hers and nibbled gently.

Swallowing back the emotions he was eliciting within her she focused on him, “you may have lived a thousand lives, but you knew this day would come.” He was the monster of all monsters, imagine a beast that ate the depraved and fed off the souls of the suffering then times that by a hundred fold and you had him. There were rumours that he had recently changed and was no longer evil but such evil could never ever change, not really. He looked so irresistible but that was part of it, part of his charm.

He pulled back and looked her in the eyes, there she saw intrigue, curiosity, and desire deeply rooted. “Tell me, what day is it?”

“Malacai , I know you, I know what you are. I am here to help you sleep.”

“What?” he stepped back and tilted his head slightly looking at her. “Help me sleep? What are you talking about human?”

She closed the  gap between them and reached out pulling his head towards hers. “I am your angel. Close  your eyes and sleep demon.”

“You’re no angel,” he shook his head.

“Well you’re not really a demon are you? We’re even then aren’t we?”

He blinked, “How? What?” He was beginning to feel the effects of her kiss.

“You’re time has expired Malacai, sleep … sleep,” she whispered softly. “If it was another time and place maybe we could enjoy each other’s company more.” She really did feel a connection with him and was sorry he had to go like this.

“You are a reaper?” he whispered barely able to stand up staring at her completely confused.

“Sleep …,” she watch as he tried to fight it. Her kiss … it was all in that kiss. He slowly sunk down to the ground. She knelt down beside him and caressed his cheek as the life slowly leaked out of him. He had been one of the most feared nightwalkers known to human kind. He had stolen more human souls than any she had ever hunted and yet she was sad it had come to an end. She had liked this one very much. Once the last bit of life left him, his body went “POOF!” And all that was left … dust. The cool night air came along and carried his dust down the alley and out to the street. He was nothing more than a memory. A rapidly fading dream.

Standing up she  looked up and down the alley. She felt pleased. No humans were witnesses to her excursion. Stepping back into the shadows she became the shadow. She was neither male nor female, she was merely a hunter. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the night air. Sweet … crisp …. a slight chill swept pass carrying with it a hint of another nightwalker! It was her lucky night. She was no longer hungry but she did love a good hunt.