Chapter 25: Red hot fury

Chapter 25 - Red hot fury

Beep beep!

A loud sound boomed through the windows in the lounge, coming from the front yard. To mine and Kieran's confusion, I hadn't expected any visitors to come by this Saturday evening, though now a day’s Chad seems to be mostly here than his own home!

I frowned then; Chad's profile came to mind as well as the little scene that took place yesterday at school, with that blonde bimbo that was all over him.

Vomit!

She really disgusted me by the way she maintained her perseverance. It was a desperate act that she flaunted which just made her more lower class than a prostitute its self!

"Are you expecting anyone over at our place?" Kieran questioned, abandoning the board game we were playing and going to the window to look out to the car that just parked outside. I shook my head with a shrug and heard the car door slam shut from outside.

"Who's here?" I whispered, as if there was a killer outside, but thinking it was just stupid Chad. If it was, then Kieran better hide his ass away out of sight! I motioned to Kieran to hide but he barely paid me any mind as he just continued to peak out the window. "Kieran!" I whisper / yelled at him, yet all he did was swat me away like an annoying fly.

"Oh Sasha! I'm coming in, better not be doing the deed because I'm coming in now!" Said a sing-songed tone. And then the door burst open with Samantha pointing a finger behind me. "Uh huh! I knew you were sneaking around with someone!" She resorted, eyes excitedly eyeing the nerd behind me.

I wanted to roll my eyes with annoyance, but reframed my composer and wondered why Samantha couldn't pick out that Kieran’s a ghost yet.

I jumped up from my spot on the floor, straightened myself and asked, "What brings you here?"

Samantha eyed Kieran more closely and her mouth opened slightly, probably with shock at her new discovery. Uh-oh, here it comes! I thought. "You --- you . . . there's just . . . but" She stuttered, looking dumbfounded as hell, blinking rapidly at Kieran who came to stand next to me, swinging his arm over my shoulder and smiling a cute boyish smile at Samantha.

I nodded. "I know. I couldn't believe it either that Kieran’s a gh--"

I got cut off when Samantha blurted out, "--Your boyfriend."

I wrinkled up my nose in disgust. "W-what-t?!" Kieran and I said in unison, glancing at each other and then back to Samantha.

"Oh, well I just . . . I mean you too . . . Well, it's just I thought that you too were . . . you know" She wiggled her finger between the two of us, throwing a naughty grin.

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no and hell no! Kieran's definitely NOT my boyfriend!" I chuckled. "But if you're interested . . . then, well . . . you know" I hinted, winking at Samantha, turning the pathetic fails accusations off me.

Kieran snorted out loud. "No way Sasha! I would never date Samantha! Well no offence" He through a sheepish grin at Sam, and she simply shrugged it off.

"I got my standards." She resorted with her nose in the air, picking at her nails like it didn’t bother her at all. "Clayton is all I need anyways."

I just nodded, over this conversation by now. "So what are you doing here then?" I asked again, crossing my arms over my chest.

Samantha grinned widely, showing her perfect white set of teeth that it almost sparkled from it being so clean. She squealed and jumped up and down excitedly. "Okay, remember I mentioned that Clayton's having a party and that I'm going to be doing your hair? Well here I am--" She got cut off by Kieran that held up his hands in front of her face to stop her.

"Woowh woowh, hold up there for a minute sunshine, there's going to be a party? When? Now?" Kieran asked Samantha with a risen eyebrow. Right then I just remember that tonight’s the house party that I'm somehow invited to, and I had forgotten to mention it to Kieran that I was sooooo not going!

"It's tonight, now! Come on Sasha, stop shaking your head at me, you are going and there's no exceptions! Please, pretty please" She said noticing me move back like I was afraid, and beg me with puppy dog eyes.

I groaned, giving them my bored look.

"Well anyways, I'm going to get my equipment out the car. Kevin could you help" She said, starting towards the open door, with Kieran following saying, "My names Kieran!"

Not a minute later, I was forced to the bathroom to strip naked and sit on the toilet seat while Samantha caked my face with paint and plated my fringe to give me that feathered look. She then rudely through me a white dress and commanded to get it in quickly. I would say this makeup session took at least two minutes tops! But the person that took the longest was Samantha after she rudely kicked me out the bathroom.

I groaned at the closed door which was just recently slammed shut in my face, and turned around. I almost screamed when Kieran was suddenly standing right there, looking at me like he seen a ghost!

"What the fuck you doing just standing there scaring me like that!?" I shouted at him with an angry frown on my forehead.

I saw him gulp. "You--you look . . . beautiful . . . So--so beautiful" He whispered dreamily, only gazing into my eyes.

"You damn right I look beautiful!" I snapped at him, walking through him on purpose and walking to the front door, feeling like I was going to the red carpet event in Hollywood. Okay I got to admit, I did feel vain at this point and very gorgeous, with my lustily angel sequenced dress that went down to my toes. With my bright red hair falling naturally straight down my front and back and my fringe now plaited into a side fringe with the tips curled inwards. I sat down on the second top step of the porch and gazed out into the darkening evening, with shadows of the trees dancing into my eyes as a few clouds above drifted by with the light breeze.

My thoughts were blank as I awaited Samantha to finish up so we could go. Yet truthfully I wasn't much keened on going to Clayton's house. Not because of Clayton or the people that were also attending, but of Chad. He seemed to be avoiding me again and has not yet spoken a word to me since yesterday morning when we were in the closet with Kieran. He was obviously upset that Kieran was getting closer to me and had protected me yesterday. So maybe he was feeling guilty forever choosing me to be a flesher, his Flesher? I mean there are loads of girls that would probably be more obedient towards him than I.

Sigh.

This foul mood that I've been showing was now clear to me that I now understood exactly why I had just felt so . . . dead and weak. That foul mood was not because it was the time of the month for me -- not that I'm saying I do get it now that I'm dead -- nope, this foul mood was because I had been disobedient. My actions being reckless as I had killed an innocent. I have used my beauty for not the right reasons but rather to be popular. Yet wasn't that the original plan? Hadn't both of us agreed that if I went to the party Chad invited me too, that he would make me popular?

Now I was kinda popular I guess. Though why I'm I feeling ungrateful?

Because I was depressed that the truth of being a disobedient Flesher, a worker for Chad, was getting to me, making me re-think about being a beautiful Flesher.

"Samantha! Hurry up already!" I shouted into the silent night, turning to look behind me at the open door but stopping as I see Kieran sitting right next to me, still staring. I almost jumped. "Kieran!" I shouted again at him. "Why are you everywhere I am?" I through my hands up into the air in a dramatic effect to this situation I call creepy.

He immediately looked away sheepishly, apologizing for the rude staring while I was in deep thought a moment ago.

"Ready?" Samantha finally asked, walking passed us, down the steps and getting into her pink BMW. I'm beginning to wonder if her favorite color would be pink? I thought sarcastically with a mental eye roll.

I brushed myself off as I stood up straight, turning to the open door and slamming it shut. Chad had the keys to this house so if there was a robbery than he is to blame! Not me! I turned around and there was Kieran, again standing directly behind me, but now grinning. "Ugh! What's it now Kieran?" I asked with annoyance clearly in my tone.

"I've been meaning to ask, yet a very simply question, that you'd have to give a straight answer to because I would desperately want to know--" He babbled nervously but I cut him short.

"What is it?" I demanded frustrated.

"Can I come?"

"No!"

"Please?"

"NO Kieran!"

"Pretty pleasseee!!"

"No." I said, walking around him.

"Oh please" He continued to beg.

"Don't think about it because I said no" I snapped.

"Just let him come Sasha" Samantha said, her head peeking out the window, blonde hair swaying with the light breeze.

I groaned. Turning, I whispered to Kieran who was right on my trail. "I can't let you come because you’re a ghost and if people find that you are a ghost, well then all hell breaks loose. Do you really want more stress to pile up on me?" I questioned with a bitter tone. I know I was letting Kieran down but I couldn't risk it.

His face fell.

"Fine . . . I guess I'll just stay here . . ." He said sadly.

I nodded and was about to turn around when his lips came down on mine. I Moved back, shouting, "Kieran!" Just as he turning and ran up the steps, laughing wickedly.

I got in the car to fine Samantha grinning at me and wiggling her eyebrows. "Oohh I see that you have lied to me, Sasha. What was that kiss? Hmm, let me think," She pretended to think while driving up the road, "Yeah that was SO NOT a friendly kiss, but a very passionate kiss" She giggled, making immature smooching sounds.

I shoved her, rolling my eyes.

"Just drive Sam, just drive!"

***

So far I was not planning on staying that long at this stupid house party that were full of intoxicated humans, all dressed up like it was there last night to party. I wasn't either going to enjoy the music or dancing or drinking a few bottles of cold beer. But yet nothing ever goes according to original plan when it comes to Clayton's house parties.

Everyone that I've spoken to at school have always brought up the subject, describing every last detail that happened and took place at Clayton's 'sick-ass' parties. I, unfortunately couldn't include myself in that topic, seeing as I wasn't able to attend such a blissful party before.

But now I got to see for myself, and boy was I not expecting to see his house like this!!

It was like there was a theme. A pacific theme that Clayton probably gave to everyone before time. It was a 'dress white' theme and it wasn't inside the house where most parties were held, but instead, it was in front of his house on the huge outstretched yard of the farm where hundreds of hundreds of hundreds of humans were all crowded, all facing the huge stage that was huge enough to see from the other side of this contrary. Everything was colorful. Everyone was dancing. The music was the sick-ass music for only THE BEST party-vibe parties. It was house/bass/dupstep/trance that boomed, vibrated the ground I stood upon.

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I was frozen, in my spot. My eyes taking in the sight before me. It was unbelievable. Lights flashed from everywhere. Color splashing everywhere. Beat of everyone’s feet that stomped on the ground, vibrating through me. It was nothing I've ever expected. Nothing I've ever dreamt of. There must have been over 200 000 people here. This. Was. Unbelievable.

Samantha stepped next to me, grinning widely. "So do you still want to be at home?" She teased, making me look at her with a death glare. How dare she say such a thing! I was here, and I'm here to stay!

"Let's party!" I screamed, my voice mending with the music, as I grabbed hold of her hand and push my way through the crowd.

We were in the middle of the crowd, dancing and stomping. Laughing and downing everyone’s alcohol. Soon I found myself jamming up front, right by the stage where three Dj's were playing there music together. There was bars all around the huge stage, stopping anyone from getting up on stage. My hands gripped the metal bars before me and I let myself go. Let everything go, and just danced never feeling the slightest bit tired. Time had seamlessly passed, yet I was having too much fun to care. I kissed hundreds of strangers as we all danced as one.

I felt like I could do anything.

I felt more alive than anything and I wasn't going to stop until the morning arrived.

Then, as I was dancing up against some random people, my eyes lifted and moved to my right and there he was, just standing there, frowning at me with his usual deepened frown that got me to shiver.

His intentions weren't clear to me. I was finding him very distracting that my feet began to stop, my hips to stand still and arms go limply to my sides. Everything seemed to go in fast forward. Bodies around me dancing faster and faster as both Chad and I just stood completely still.

I blinked and he was gone. My eyes scanning every person for his face. He was nowhere that I could see and I felt a sudden loneliness come across me. Until I felt soft cold lips gently kiss the curve of my exposed neck. I felt the familiar feeling whenever he touched me. A touch that no other human could make me feel. I would have scolded myself, my body, for reacting to his touch immediately, yet I was too caught up in the moment that left my mind blank and my voice mute. Tingles ran down to my secret womanhood and I felt wet.

I groaned, my groan mute to the loud music booming around us, yet somehow I knew he had heard it.

Damn him for having a secret effect on me, and he knew he had! Damn him for torturing me like this! Damn him!

He swung me slowly around by the shoulders and a pair of green-white eyes met mine. Everything around us seemed to blur away, hearing nothing but his heavy breathing fanning my face. His face was close to mine, yet somehow felt so far away. I watched with hungry eyes as he licked his bottle lips, teasing me tremendously.

Damn him!

Our heads automatically moved forward like it was the right time too. My lips inches away from his and I started to shivering uncontrollably. My eyes fluttered slowly closed, getting a last image to cherish of Chad's face in my head, and moved the last small gap that was in the way.

And then there was nothing. No soft lips as I expected.

My eyes snapped open to find myself alone, with no Chad anywhere. Like he had just vanished without a proper reason. Was this just a dream? I questioned with a frown. Was none of this real? Had I just imagined him here with me, imagined him about to claim my un-kissed and awaiting lips?

My face fell, and I just began to stare in front of me like a ghost, feeling invisible now. I truly felt more colder than ever and it sucked.

***

"There you are!" Said a voice not so far away from where I sat, on a lumpy log, off the dance area and to the side where some humans where either resting or making out with each other and getting high and drunk.

I wasn't in the party mood anymore and I just wanted to be alone at this point. I felt the need to kill. It was evil of me to think of such thing, yet I couldn't stop my natural instincts. I was a cold-hearted killing Flesher after all.

"What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?" Isaac questioned, sitting himself down on the spot next to me. Not receiving any reply from me but just a simply shrug, he said, "Are you okay? You look a little pale. Did you smoke something?" He asked with concern.

I sighed out loud. "No . . ." I turned to him. "I'm fine, don't worry. Just a little tired that's all" I said which was not entirely true. I was far from tired, yet all I wished to do was curl up in a ball and be left alone for awhile. Just until this retardedness of numb weakness passes.

He put his hand on my thigh. "You know I'm here for you, always . . ." He came nearer to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Really?" I asked, my voice was hard as rock. He grinned, nodding and looking me up and down with clear lust in his eyes.

"Isaac, we can't--" I began but got shushed with his finger closing my lips shut.

"No baby, shush, shush now. I'm going to take care of you okay. Here drink this, it will help keep you awake okay. Trust me baby," Isaac brought a water bottle to my lips but I doubt that this bottle contained any trace of water.

I shrugged and opened my mouth, seeing Isaac's hand on my chin, pushing it up so more of his 'energized drink' would keep me wide awake, even though I'm not close to sleepy! But I guess I knew that this liquid wouldn't do anything because I can't get drunk THAT easily. So I downed all the contents of the liquid, without worry, and actually wishing that this alcohol could work on me so I don't have to act this way anymore.

"Feel any better?" Isaac questioned, smirking. I nodded, smiling at him with a fake forced smile. "Good. Now let’s go for a little walk. Freshness and less noise would do you good, okay. Trust me Sasha" He urged, lifting me to my numb feet and walking me towards the inner woods.

The music was growing faint as we travelled deeper in the woods. The sound I could hear clearer were the loud owls above each passing tall tree. The light breeze began to pick up with the trees shadows dancing wildly over the soiled ground. The moon was a half moon tonight so the lighting was very poor, yet that didn't bother me much as I could practically see clear as day, while Isaac was knocking into logs and rocks, hurting himself and cursing out loud into the silent night. I didn't know where the hell we were going, but I knew for sure that we were beginning to get lost.

I tugged at Isaac's hand, which was encircled around mine, telling him that I wanted to stop.

"Huh? You tired?" He stopped and turned to look at me. The moons faint light casted over half his face. I nodded so Isaac took off his jacket and laid it down on the lumpy ground. I sat down after him and then the silence fell again.

I was beginning to wonder what were we going to do out here, but I wasn't complaining because it did somehow feel nice to get away from that mad party and to just think, even if there was someone else with you. It felt nice I guess.

"God, I swear you look just like an angel," Isaac said, breaking the silence. His voice was what surprised me a little as it was deep and husky. Not like Isaac voice at all! I've known him a very long time, hell we used to be bath buddies, but now I don't think I really know Isaac that well anymore. Should I be worried or scared? Or both!

I moved away as he wanted to make a move on me. I heard him chuckle and then ask, "Do you have a problem with me?"

"What?" I asked, confused now, gripping my dress tightly in my hands.

"I mean, all I've been doing has been trying to get you to notice me. Trying to get you to at least see me as something other than . . . a friend" He frowned now, getting to his knees and grabbing hold of my exposed shoulders. I bowed my head, not wanting to look in his eyes anymore because I was getting uncomfortable around him. Then he shook me by the shoulders. "Look at me dammit! I'm the one you should be lusting after! I'm the one that you’re supposed to be with! Not--not that . . . that Mr. Six pack popular!" He spat, looking disgusted.

I mirrored his expression, disgusted of him! "Let go of me, Isaac! I don't know what you’re on but let go of me now. I'm leaving" I started to get up and walk away but got pulled back and shoved up against the tree.

"Nah-uh! Your mine, Sasha. All mine . . ." He said in a deep tone, digging his hands into my exposed shoulders again.

I rolled my eyes. "Get off me now!" I shouted, shoving him back. He almost fell backwards at how roughly I shoved him away but as quick as a cheetah, he was back up against me.

Then his hands went to my thigh and was lifting my long dress higher up my leg. His face moving closer to mine and roughly forcing his lips to mine. What was this? Was he going psycho or something? I thought with disgust and turned my head to the side so that his lips were no longer on mine, but on my cheek.

I hated this Isaac. I hated it, hated it, HATED IT! This was not like him, yet perhaps this was the real Isaac, and all the time I've known him, he was hiding his true self.

He was now on my neck, leaving a trail of sloppy moist kissed, while his hand became dangerously close to my respected woman parts. I was getting madder.

"Isaac. I'm going to say this once, as a clear warning. Get--your--hands--off--of--me" I said calmly, my nails gripping the tree trunk behind me and digging deep holes into it with growing anger.

But still he had not listened, just simply ignoring my warning and continuing his disgusting molesting upon me.

I shook my head as he put his lips back onto mine, and that's when I snapped. I was now fully furious and really to kill. My eyes burnt like it was on fire, yet only lasted for a second. My nails felt like it was growing. My hair felt like it was on fire and when I shoved Isaac slightly off me, red light started to reflect off his face. He stood staring at me like I was a ghost, and seeing through his glossy eyes, my hair was really on actual fire. It looked so cool that I wanted to find a mirror and gussy up all day.

"You're hot!" He said with lustfully diluted eyes, drawing nearer to me.

I growled. "Sorry, I'm too hot for you," I resorted and lashed out at full force towards Isaac. He didn't see me coming as I used my super speed and crashed into him. He fell to the ground with shocked and frightened eyes. I began to see red through my eyes and then I started to automatically scratch roughly at Isaac's body, shredding his clothes in one quick swing and ripping through his exposed stomach. He coughed up blood, pouring in heeps down the side of both his pale color cheeks. His eyes rolling dangerously back.

He screamed out loud in terror. His cries seemed to excite me more, giving me more energy to lash at him with more force.

Soon his cries seemed to drown the more I ripped him open and I felt disappointment take over as I was enjoying his cries. Then everything fell back to boring silence again, hearing only my hair burning with hot fire and then when that died down, the silence lapsed over me and I felt completely alone. And I was alone now. I looked back down to what remain of Isaac and grimaced. His body looked turned inside out. Red crimson blood covered my hands and arms as well as my entire white dress.

And all I could think at that moment, as I ran away from that bloody scene was; I was a murderer! A cold hearted murderer!

And I liked it!

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