Thirty Minutes

Chapter 1
A Meeting

                Fear and passion intertwined at the moment his lips were about to meet her soft and carnal lips; he stopped for a moment with his eyes wide open and his heart beating so fast that his blood run wild throughout his body and his arms quickly embraced the girl and he got missed into the point of no return. After that his world became an interstellar war with the heat that her body transpired and the fast beating heart of hers was music to his ears. 

He well knew that it was the first and last time he would experience that moment with her. Even thought he had just met her not even two hours ago, but yet he adventured to share this intimate moment with her, even if it could mean his death. He savored her aroma and slowly began to consume her energy making her zombie like, until she was under his control. He smiles and puts his teeth around her neck and the blood begins to flow freely and so do her memories. Images of her and her father playing on beach come alive and some more images of her graduating from college and then the images slowly fade away.  He lets go of her and she falls into the bed.

He opens the window and takes a deep breath; he feels once again alive and the fresh aroma of the night makes his body itch for more fun. He jumps off the window and disappears into the night.

The town is covered in heavy fog and almost everyone is asleep, except for a few souls that are still getting drunk at the local bar. The local bar is cozy and always has one of the best looking ladies in town, married and single man fill it every night. The owner of the bar is an old lady that can hardly see, but she can recognize what kind of liquor someone brings to her and also is always very careful of always having the best wine for her most valuable customers. There have been stories that once some merchant was trying to scam her with some cheap wine and she got really upset, they never saw the merchant leave the town, many wonder if that old lady that can hardly move could have killed him. 

No one dares to ask her directly what happened to the merchant and people do not really care that much either way.  She sits for hours in front of the fireplace in the bar rocking on her old rocking chair and now and then the girls that work for her come and bring her a cup of wine.   The lines on her face do not match that of an old woman, but instead they are like a tattoo that never changes.  Many have known her for years; have never seen her getting any older or her ability to drink large quantities of wine.

The bar’s doors open widely and a cold breeze comes in. Everyone stops and looks towards the door; there is nothing except darkness outside. The doors close and everyone returns to their activities, except for the old lady that jumps out of her chair and grabs the steel rod near the fireplace.

“Why so jumpy my old friend?” he whispers.

“What do you want?” she says breathing heavily.

“Can’t an old friend pay a visit?” he says and appears behind her with a big smile on his face. He grabs her from behind and smells her hair. Everyone looks towards them and some do not understand what is happening. The old lady closes her eyes and her wet hands drop the steel rod.

“Who are you?” one of the clients asks and goes running towards them.

“Stand down foolish human!” he says and with the snap of his fingers the client falls to the floor and black blood comes out of his mouth.

Everyone runs away and leave him and the old lady alone.

“We finally have been left alone.” He says and sits on the chair where the old lady was previous sit. He closes his eyes and opens them and looks deep into the fire. The old lady quickly goes and brings him a cup of wine.

Everything is quiet and seems as if time had stopped. He savors the delicious wine the old lady served him. The wine runs throughout his veins just like the blood he had earlier did.  It warms his otherwise cold body. He rocks on the chair for a bit then stops and arranges his long black hair out of his face. 

The old lady keeps her head down and begins to whisper something in a strange tongue.

“There is no need for formalities. You may speak English to me. “He says and looks to where the old lady is. She has her back straight and her composure is like that of a twenty year old maid.

“Thank you, Sir” she replies.

“Come closer, I need to see your face” he commands and the old lady at once steps forward with her head down.

  “Like this, Sir?” she asks.

“Very well,” he says and looks at her from head to toe with the utmost concentration. He smiles and his mind begins to replay images of that old lady that is standing before him when she looked different, younger and attractive, but even with her current look he is able to pick up the particular features he always liked; like her deep black eyes and her unique aroma. He stops his surveillance of her figure and puts his cup of wine on the little wooden table besides him. “Did you think that you could hide from me that easily?” He questions her with his expressionless face.

“Sir, I knew very well that I was going to be found. Never doubted your ability to find me, but why did you left me out of your sight for so long?”  She asks.

 “I figured that was what you wanted. You have never really being out of my sight. I always knew where you were. I saw you make every attempt to hide. It was entertaining I must say, watching your foolish attempts.” He pauses and stands up from the rocking chair and walks towards the fireplace.

She kneels down and bows her head. “Forgive me…. Kill me if you must.”  She clears her hair from her neck and holds the rest of her white long hair with her right hand.

“Was it fun being with foolish mortals?” he asks and kneels besides her and pulls her hair up.

Their eyes meet and tears begin to come out of her eyes.

He pulls her hair up harder and continues staring into her deep black eyes.

She screams in horror and answers crying; “Yes, it was worth being with mortals.” She says.

He lets go of her and she falls to the floor. He sits once again on the rocking chair and takes the cup of wine and takes a sip. Then he smiles and with his dark boots lifts the old lady by her chin. “That’s what I wanted to hear. You are forgiven.”  He says and kicks her chin sending her all the way to where the fire is.  Then stands up and goes to where she is and puts one boot over her head and pushes her head against the wooden floor.

Tears roll down her face and the floor begins to crack.  She does not say a word or anything.

“Stand up.”  He takes off the boot from her head and she stands up at once.

With shaky voice she asks him, “Do you want more wine, Sir?”

“Yes.”  He says and hands her the cup.  He gets lost in his thoughts and the old lady stands there in silence holding the cup with wine. He takes the cup and drinks.

Both stay quiet and the fire is burning slowly the last large pieces of wood that were put there earlier.  The fog begins to clear a bit and lets a little moon light at the corner of the bar. He can hear some drunks around the corner of the bar arguing about who can pee the longest.  He just laughs in his mind and continues thinking the task at hand. What is he to do with a traitor like her? What can really be done, after he had forgiven her? Many masters never forget such traitors, but she was one of his most beloved possessions and creations.

Maybe, too precious that she had been given the freewill to come to the mortal world and experience it by herself instead of just learning about it from her masters.   She was way too entertaining to just kill and to find another specimen like her was going to be hard. He drinks the rest of the wine that was left on the cup and signals her to come to him.

She kneels before him and puts her elbows on his lap.

He looks at her and kisses her. Their lips touch and he can feel her joyful heart.  His body fills with joy and his soul begins to caress her soul.  Their lips part, and he whispers; “Get ready to leave in a few minutes.”

She gets up and goes quickly to get her stuff.

Meanwhile, he lets out a high pitch shout and all the wine bottles and beer bottles begin to break at the contact with his voice. The windows also begin to break and he takes a cigar out of his pocket and begins to smoke it.  The old lady comes back and quickly goes to his side.

They both leave the bar and he throws in the cigar and the bar catches on fire. The fog gets denser and they disappear into the night.