Light hearted (i)

          

It was never like this. The music caused a thick thumping in her ears. The club’s lights bounced across the walls filling the room with piercing strikes. It was spinning around her, she could feel the poison of the drinks they had been buying her all night, coursing through her veins. A change had come so quickly no one was prepared, no one knew how to react but only so few had the power to deal with it. She was once a quiet girl, innocent. She had never been a drinker, never been a smoker, she never went to clubs, she never used her phone, she was the A grade student, all teachers were proud to teach her all students wished to be her or be near her.

Her life had changed

Her name was Kyte Fisher.

The change came when she had met the boy, he was older then her, he said he was 19, only two years older than she was, but his eyes. His eyes were much older, they held centauries, and they were a rough grey as if his generations of living had worn the colour away, she met him on a Thursday and that following night, ironically Friday the 13^th was her first night out.

She had been unconvinced at first, she didn’t even know his name, he just had a smile that left her breathless and more than that, he was the physical embodiment of temptation. He was everything she was not, she stood about 5 and a half feet tall, long white-blond hair and a little baby faced but overall she knew she was beautiful, many guys had their eye on her they only watched her as she walked by, she never looked back however, she didn’t know how to. She had never wanted to.

But him,  He was over 6 foot, his arms covered in tattoos, his dark brown hair covered his colour-lost eyes but they were constantly alive the glowed underneath his fringe, they were always watching, observing around him constantly. When Kyte and he met each other’s eyes, she felt he was staring straight through her at things only he can see.  

She met him outside the club the brisk air gave her a chill, it was a midsummer night and she had chosen to wear a short black dress which got the reaction she had hoped. As he looked her up and down his mouth curled into a grin she felt slightly fearful though, he looked at her like a piece of food he could devour at any second. He however, looked exactly like she had remembered, the bad boy in which she feared and adored in just a day, and that was the last clear thought she had of the night, quickly it all became a haze of alcohol, drugs music and men. The men swarmed around her as she danced, she danced and danced, lost in the music, her mind empty, alone.

Then she found his face, his smile, that tempting smile pulled her towards him she was no longer in control and before she knew what she was doing she was kissing him her body on fire she needed him, they were out of the club, out of a taxi, into his house, his room, out of their clothes, and into his bed.  Her entire body felt as if the fire was tearing out of her. He was the cause of an inferno.

She awoke merely hours later, alone. The room was empty, the house was empty and she couldn’t make any sense of it she hadn’t paid much attention other than to the bed she now laid in. The walls bare, the cupboards empty, other than the bed there wasn’t any other furniture in the house. So she left. She was groggy from the drink that had clearly had a lasting effect. The morning effect overwhelmed Kyte. Cars approached along the road, their jet engines left her ears ringing.

It all became too much for her hung-over self to handle and before she knew what was happening she was running, she needed to be home, she needed to be in bed and the streets and the  houses and the  friends flew past her as she continued to blast her way through the town, half blind and half deaf she was suddenly on the road lying face down the warmth covering her face The darkness and silence that followed left Kyte assuming from the light and sound that had crippled her had killed her, not a single thought could be more plausible. She was dead. A car had suddenly mounted the kerb and smashed her down and killed her. How else could the hell that had taunted her for the extent of the morning be gone? It wasn’t till she heard his voice did she realise she was burrowed into a chest, a boy’s chest. She reluctantly removed herself to be met by eyes that were green, or brown, or hazel she couldn’t decide. A flop of hair that sat ruffled on top of his head that made him look...  goofy no other word could describe him. His hair was a light shade of bronze, leaving him looking almost statuesque. She mumbled her apologies which were met with laughter almost musical to her ears, he didn’t care and she would normally be annoyed by his obvious enjoyment of her clumsiness but she couldn’t help feeling like he had absorbed the light and killed the hell. But she stilled needed to be home. She detached herself from him and the pain slowly crept back but was much less overbearing now. The rest of her journey was much easier now she could think straight and 8 hours spent under her duvet till night fell.  She hadn’t eaten a thing for over a day but there was a different hunger deep down inside her that consumed her being. She needed to be out again she needs to feel the light and the energy that she felt. So she dragged herself to her wardrobe and prepared herself for another night.

A thought snuck into her head, what if he was there? What if the boy came back? This excited her she needed to feel him, taste him again. This fuelled her more, the room materialised into the club once again and she danced and drank and searched for the tattooed boy who disappeared, the night grew long and she saw no sign of him or his eyes, or devilish grin. And soon enough she found that her beauty and body drew men to her, so why did she need that boy she could pick from any of them. The mouths open the bodies yearning for hers, and she could choose any of them.

This became her life. Her days were spent at school being the model student, her nights at the clubs drinking and dancing and using men to try and fill the hunger she always had and couldn’t satisfy, she always looked for that boy who drew her to this life but she never found him. A year on she was stilling looking. Working her way through the bar she suddenly felt light, drowsy the room began to blur; she felt the poison in her veins more so then that first time she came here, she looked at the drink in her hand and noticed the normal brilliant blue of her venom of choice contained little white pieces that slowly dissolved and the realisation hit her like a train, she had been drugged. This wasn’t the first time and thankfully some good citizen in the woman’s toilet pulled her out of the club and put her into a taxi before the night became the horror story her teachers always warn the girls in school about. But tonight was different her body told her that, she looked around trying to make eye contact with someone to help her. Anyone to help her.

This is when she saw him again; the boy with the tattoos was watching her across the floor. At first she felt relieved and excited he would surely remember her? He’d help her? These thoughts of hope were short lived as his eyes glowed, he didn’t look at her with the passion or fire he did before. He looked at her with a look of hunger, like she was a piece of meat that a wolf like himself would devour when he had a chance, he began to walk towards her as she turned to run, he wasn’t what she was looking for, he wasn’t the man she’d met, he was something much darker, she had no doubt in her mind, he was the one who poisoned her drink.

Crashing through a side door in the club into a back alley, she would normally come here as a safe haven when the drink was too much and her body rejected it, but despite the need her body had to be sick she began down the alley and was forced to stop as she was met with... nothing? A solid deep nothingness that stopped her from getting away, it towered to the top of the alley and prevented her from getting through, she turned but exiting the door she had left was the boy. His grin left a feeling of a shark about to sneak upon a swimmer too tired to get away. Within seconds she was pinned against the bleak nothingness.

She was terrified, he had her by the neck and the look in the boy’s eye meant she knew she couldn’t stop him from anything he wanted to do.  She was helpless.  She was going to die. His hand shifted to her throat and her world began to fade away into the dark, a thought crossed her mind as it held onto the last of her strength. If she survived, she’d never drink again. Seconds from her last breath, Kyte wished for anything, anyone to help her.

Before she lost all consciousness she heard a voice, a male voice, he screamed out to her, “Vergil! LET HERE GO!”

 Stood in the alley was the Boy who had laughed at her the first morning after her first night out, she fell into a heap on the floor as the man she know knew was called Vergil released her throat, “my my a lowly angel is trying to face me? You are brave, and stupid. Like so many of your kind.” Vergil’s voice was deep and filled with a mocking tone, it filled the alley and Kyte’s chest left her frozen in fear.

The boy with the goofy hair smirked, opening both his hands a glow radiated as he brought them together in front of him. “Catch.” He threw the glow from his hand and it was met with a dark purple that Vergil had fired himself with such speed she hadn’t even seen his hand leave his side but it was now  pointing directly at the boy.

The two colours collided in the centre of the alley; there was a bright light and Kyte suddenly was in a white room. The boy and Vergil was gone, not a single sound to be heard yet it was like a sweet serenity to her ears. She was in heaven she knew it, but she was not entirely sure that she was dead.