Body of Fire, Body of Ice

We walked into the bar. I could have cared less about the name or the people sitting in the ruined booths. I only had eyes for the handsome man pulling on my arm, leading me deeper and deeper into the hazy building. I stumbled in my heels and he caught me with amazing strength. I felt…cloudy…all warm and fuzzy, as if I was being heated from the inside out. I could have followed this man anywhere.

Suddenly we were out the back door and he was pressed up against me. His soft lips touched mine, and a hunger flared up inside me. Never, never had I felt anything like this, this wonderful feeling of abandoning all of your morals and pain. Somewhere, in the back of my head, I knew what I was doing was wrong. But if doing what I was going to do with this handsome man would dull the pain for at least a little while, it would be worth it.

I could feel the numbness creeping in, it would start at the tips of my toes, and would slowly spread throughout my body. If only this poor man knew what he had in store for himself. What was his name again, Mark? Matthew? I could care less now, it had already started. I was pulled back into the chilly night air from my thoughts with a hand inching its way down the front of my jeans. I pulled away from him and looked around. We were in an alley, even better.

I began unzipping his jeans and let the numbness fill my body. Too bad, so sad. A fool dies every minute. And this man had just been degraded into a fool. My fool. The fool I could kill to ease my pain. I’d done it before, and those few seconds of searing hot heat could put my mind of f of those thoughts. Too bad I was in for the surprise of my life.

Mark/Matthew pulled me closer to him and started kissing my neck. How weird, usually the guys only wanted a quick fix, unzip, bang bang, zip and we’re done. No sweet words of love, no searing caresses, no heartfelt goodbyes. It was plain good sex. Too bad my guys never got to think about goodbyes.

Then my victim bit my neck. It stung, and it hurt like hell. The adrenaline rushed through my system. No. No. No. This can’t happen. Not now, not yet. I feel to my knees, and looked up at him, my fist clenched as the numbness was wiped away and the fire took over. I laughed up at him, what else could I do? He was going to die, and not the easy way either. I knew my eyes were the color of molten lava by now, and they would be glowing. His face was calm, utterly smooth. He betrayed no emotion. Like me, I thought before my body started to convulse with the pain.

I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. It was always like this when things got too rough. Abruptly I was whole again, I was cool, and I was calm. He had me in his arms. The stupid guy had me in his arms. He should have been burning up by now. Why wasn’t he? My temperature must have been ranging from 200-300 degrees Fahrenheit. It was enough to kill any being. But not him.

I looked up into his face and he smiled at me. A smile full of teeth, long canines made for ripping. And he looked into my eyes, his ice blue ones seeing straight into my soul. I froze, and finally realized I had found my match. And I smiled straight back at him, showing him my needles too.

My body was cooling down so quickly just from touching him that I felt normal again.

My fingers slowly traced his jaw, and I whispered to him:

“Body of fire

Body of ice

Bind like to like

But ‘till then pay the price.”