Excerpt from "The Ballad of SareBear and JayBird: MINE" Sept 30, 2017 19:12:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 19:12:58 GMT -5
I pause before the door. The wide double doors. I had seen them many times as a child...and as a teenager...but only once or twice as an adult. I pause...and shake...oh, how I shake…
The need to take what is mine…
I need strength. Or at least...what...serenity? Calmness?
I reach into my jacket, my standard issue black jacket with the silver pins, and pull out the vial. I pour the red powder onto my gloved hand. I snort the DRIVE like it is nothing, I feel it course through my system like it is an old friend.
In a way, it is.
I salute the guards before the door, and they salute me. Each of us raises a clenched fist and slams it to the left side of our chest, just as The Master teaches. I walk between them and push open the doors.
And there, sitting at her desk, is what belongs to ME.
She is as beautiful now as she has ever been. The pale skin. The bright hair. The eyes. Oh...the eyes! My albino. My heart.
She looks up as I enter and she smiles at me. Fuck...oh fuck…
I feel myself shake as I walk toward her. She is dressed as she has been wont to do while at home in the Manor. Not an inch of skin below her face is seen, even the collar of her dark grey gown riding up to her chin. Not much makeup. That makes me happy. I never have liked the wings.
My SareBear doesn’t need fake wings to fly.
She uses sign language to send the other two guards away. I helped her make up that sign language. Over the years. Years and years. Started with just a few gestures, and now it is as complicated as everything else about her.
Why isn’t it simple?
Why isn’t she mine?
She comes from around the table after the guards leave, her arms open for a hug. For an embrace. I shake...I shake...because I know what she NEEDS. And what she secretly WANTS.
I hear her say my name...my name...the name she knows me by.
How long ago we started calling each other that. Before we kissed the first time. Before we started fucking. Before I started training. Before…
So long before…
We embrace. We have not hugged since...since...they day she cast me out from Hollywood. Why? WHY?! I DID MY JOB, SAREBEAR!
I DID MY JOB FOR YOU!
I WAS YOUR MOLE!
I shake as I hold her. I feel her stiffen. She knows something is wrong. She knows me too well. She pulls back, a look of concern on her face as she looks back up at me.
Her lips part to ask if I am okay.
I attack. I lean down and press my lips against hers. Just like so many times throughout the years. This is different. She fights. She used to give as well as she got. But this is different. She squeals. She pushes. I pull away before she can bite off my tongue.
Her hand slapping across my face feels like a wall of molten brick.
She yells at me. What am I doing? What has gotten into me? How dare I? She is a married woman.
To the nigger bitch.
I take what is mine.
How dare SHE? How DARE she treat me this way? How DARE she throw me to the side after all these years of service, friendship, and love. I was supposed to be her KING, GODDAMNIT
My questions receive no answer. No answer worth hearing, anyway. Things change...hearts change...people move on…
Her eyes widen as I take her to the ground. I know what she NEEDS. I know what she secretly WANTS. CRAVES.
It has been so long since I took what was MINE.
Time to change that.
She fights me. She screams out for help, but we both know that her message to the other guards was to go take lunch. She has nothing to fear from her JayBird.
I like how she fights.
I shudder as I hear her dress tear. I have one hand on her chin, holding down her head, as the other pulls at the tear in the fabric. I shudder more as it tears further.
She fights, but she cannot win. She is an athlete, perhaps even world class, but I am far larger. Not as large as Bruce or the Master, but still larger. Years watching her lift with Lord Lacklan...years learning Lord Lacklan’s lessons through observation.
Lord Lacklan would have loved me as a son-in-law.
I deserve to be king.
I deserve to take my queen.
I scream as she bites down on my finger. I was careless, too focused on her dress. It feels like my finger is severed. The infamous bite from the Vampire of Lacklanland. I have no choice, I have to give up my position. I have to find something to wrap my hand in.
The dress. Fabric ripped away from the body of my queen. Hand wrapped, red droplets falling to the ground.
I turn to see her running, the pale muscles of her ass flexing, free to see because of the ruined dress. I always wanted to fuck that ass. She never let me, never let anyone. I think I will, if I can get away from here. That ass is mine.
I sneak out through a side door. I know the Manor as well as she.
I will get what is mine.