The Ghost and the Rockstar

One day has passed since you've first met Kara. Later that night she comes knocking at the music studio door. Once you open the door, the short girl is there, waiting for you, but she seems a little different from the previous day. Your eyes meet for a second. Is she... blushing? Um... Hi, Aleda.

I stand at the door having just answered it about a few seconds ago. Hopefully it's not a stalker, someone from the media, or the police! Luckily, that wasn't the case. I stand there at the door with slight grin on my face seeing a... familiar face. A slight hesitation at first due something... a little something... perhaps seemingly different about this person... "Well, hello there--" I quickly take out a crumpled piece of paper and attempt to read your name on it making my way through my sloppy handwriting "Kelly?" I take a closer look at the piece of paper... "KARA!~" I give off a nervous laugh and crumple the note up before casually tossing it away "What can I help you with?"

I... She sighs deeply haring you misreading her name and shakes her head with a slight smile. The weather is cold outside, the wind howling drags around some fallen leaves. Kara shakes a little in her leather jacket. Actually, I wasn't here to ask for help. I was going to ask for something else. She averts your eyes, starting to rumble into her bag. Where the fu... did i put them... She swears a little while trying to find something, and then pulls out a tiny package. It contains cigarettes. She puts one of them in between her flaming red lips, staining the end with her lipstick and lights it up, taking a deep breath, then looks back at you. Oh, yeah. You know... there is this cool place... I usually go there alone, but since I was casually passing by... I though: why not invite Aleda to come along?

"Fff--" I stifle my laughter as best I can... as I hear you cursing and I see you rummaging through your bag for something of seeming importance to you. The resulting smoke of your cigarette blows away along with the direction of the wind adding a certain mystique to our encounter at this time. "A cool place?" I raise an eyebrow. "Shit!~ I'm down with that... don't got much going on today..." Conveniently, I'm already wearing my leather jacket and my other important items are in my pockets... of course, I also have my signature guitar slung to my back. "I'm ready to go when you are unless there's anything you need here before we go and all that shit?"

She shakes her head. Nothing I need, well of course, beside you. She locks your arm with hers and pull you out of the building, on the sidewalk. The wind blows harder and harder on the both of you, while you walk against the current. We're gonna get a nice drink to warm ourselves up, what do you think? She shakes again, instinctively getting closer to you to seek warmth. After a short while that you're walking, you feel something hitting your head. Then again. And again. It starts raining in no time and you find the both of yourselves running to the place, trying to cover yourselves from the rain under your leather jackets. Aw shit! Of course it had to rain! She complains, throwing away the cigarette halfway consumed. You reach this bar with a fluorescent insigna and make your way inside, both of you half drenched.

Our leather jackets do a decent enough job of holding off the rain's assault, but it's not exactly foolproof as we still get quite drenched anyway. It certainly would have been worse without our jackets though! The bar is not empty nor is it too crowded. It's just the right amount of ambience. No use getting to know each other better if we can't hear each other talk over the noise in the first place, after all. There are various available to sit. The bar itself has unoccupied barstools. All the corners booths are open. The busiest part in the middle of the room also has some unoccupied tables. With my hand gently holding yours, I guide us around looking for a suitable location to settle down… but I let it be known to you that you can also choose where to go if you find the right spot. I also avert the gazes of random people because I don’t want to be recognized out in public during my time of rest and relaxation.

She takes an analytic look over the whole place, scanning the spots to find the perfect one not to be too awkwardly isolated nor to be disturbed by the people partying at the other tables. "Kara! Nice to see you again! Is that your boyfriend?" A female voice welcomes you both, the bartender gestures to come sit at the barstools. Kara hides her red cheeks under her hand, faking a cough not to make it too obvious. She walks with you to the seats and sits down, giving a fierce look to the barista.* Hi Monica. Always a pleasure to see you sticking your nose in other people's matters. She sighs, before laughing along with the girl behind the bar. "What can I get you today?" This time the girl looks at you, a cheerful smile on her face.* For me the usual, Long Island, no ice, you know.

(meow_(:з」∠)_)

(Hi Cassy)

((headpats the Cassy before continuing working on post))

(Hiya meow uwu)

Hearing the boyfriend comment makes me blush slightly as well and forces me to clear my throat in response. When we take our seats over at the barstools, I look over curiously at the display of bottles among the shelves. A wide selection. There's even a few TVs with each one tuned into a different channel, and one of them even has a familiar face on it from a recent interview. Turns out it's me! But I actually avoid looking at it before someone connects the dots. As far as my order goes… “Hey there… ah… Monica! I’ll have a Blue Moon to start with!~” I give a quick nod to Monica before leaning in to whisper to Kara… “Seems they know ya well enough here and shit, huh? I hope in a good way!~”

She nods, clearly approving your first choice. The notes of an old song echo through the whole hall, making the atmosphere relaxed and cozy. The lights are not brilliant, they're more soft and soffused, shining of different colors, a dark yellow being the dominant one. Kara leans back on her seat, tapping her fingers on the wooden surface while you wait for your drinks. Hm? She looks at you and a nostalgic smile appears on her face. Oh yeah, I used to come here every weekend with my school crew back then. We had the most fun times. She giggles remembering such times, then her eyes switch to the screen of the TV in front of you, recognizing your face. She points at it, her jaw dropping down. Wait... You said you're famous but... I didn't think you were THIS famous!

Since this if my first time at this particular bar, my eyes continue to wander around quite curiously. Once in a while, my eyes can't help but include you in my scanning view for a mere second, but the lights... although not necessarily the brightest, are enough to remind me of this... attractive overall darkness you seemingly have about you. I listen to your story of nostalgia nodding to it as I listen until-- "Hey!" *I exclaim somewhat loudly as I instinctively reach for your pointing hand and bring it hastily close to my chest "Don't make such a big deal out of it! I just want a day off..."

She gasps as you grab her hand, which rests a few seconds on your chest before being retracted to hers. I... Uhm. Right, sorry about that. And before she can add something else the barista interrupts you, sliding each of you their drink on the table. Monica winks at you, and then glances at Kara. "You did choose a hot one, as well, my dear." She giggles and disappears into the backdoor before Kara can wash her up with her drink. She sighs deeply, shaking her head. Excuse her. She doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. And then leans in on the stool, her red lips taking in the strew and sipping from it, while her fingers play with the decorative tiny umbrella in the drink.

I lightly smile at your apology although I secretly wish we could've stayed like this a few seconds longer while simply staring into each other's eyes. I let out a small hum of acknowledgement as you retract your hand followed by a brief nod a second later. When Monica comes back, I simply blush and lightly chuckle regarding her "hot one" comment. "Well, you two seem acquainted though..." I dryly say as I grab my Blue Moon and playfully blow on the foam on top just for the simple reason it's a fun thing to do--foam is fun! I take a generous gulp of my drink before looking over at you once again admiring your red lips on the straw and you playfully moving the umbrella around in your drink. "So..." I sneak in a peak at the TV and notice they were talking about some recent happenings with me... how me and a team fought against a great threat some time ago. I look away just as quickly as I looked because of the not so pleasant memories it might bring up. "Well then... Kara... have you been in EF City for long? Don't think I've seen you around until recently, but it is a big place and all that shit..."

She lets go of the straw, swallowing the sweet sip of drink, then takes the glass in her hand and plays around with it a little, looking at the liquid inside giggle and wobble. Long story short, my family had to close their bakery shop and we opened a new one here. She shrugs, turning back to you. If you want I can show you the place, later. And don't worry if we're tipsy and wobbly once we get there, my dad does cannabis. Giggles a little at the thought of her silly father. As you look at her through the lights, though, she appears to be a little... evanescent, maybe transparent even. But that weird feeling is blown away when she touches your arm. Um... I haven't still said thank you for accepting my invitation. I would've been quite pissed if I had to come here under the rain to stay alone. She takes another sip, and while you talk the glasses get empty in no time.

I drink my Blue Moon at a reasonable place as I listen to your story about your family's bakery and even laugh at your comment concerning your father's use of certain substances. As I'm closer to finishing my drink, I notice you... looking... a little different? I can't quite place my finger on it. Maybe it’s just the alcohol taking effect on me! Yes, that’s totally the case… maybe. However, as you probably had hoped, my thoughts clear up upon you touching my arm. "Oh, it's no problem, love!~" As you are touching my arm, I bring up my other hand and playfully brush away at one side of your hair while looking into your eyes with a grin. “Well, I’m certainly glad you ain’t pissed! Else, you’d want to take revenge… and I’m pretty sure you’d have to get in line for that shit!” I laugh as I say that while continuing moving my hand through your hair. My drink was empty for a time by this point. “I’d love it if you showed me the family bakery, Kara!~”

Kara had always been a very timid girl. Despite her unconventional goth look, she hid a very sensitive heart, and a very emotional attitude. Once your hand moves away a lock of her black hair, she can't help but look up at you, defenseless. Her cheeks now revealed from the cover of her hair, you can see her porcelain pale skin turn of a soft shade of pink. She forces out a trembly grin, trying to fight back with yours. In her mind, a single word spinning round and round, giving her a headache. "Love, love, love." What did you just call her now? That was made out of innocence, she was sure of it, and the alcohol had for sure put its hand on it. She gulps, staring into your eyes, her plump lips tremble for a second, holding back some words that never come out, because the barista comes back to take your empty glasses. "Am I interrupting something?" She looks at the both of you with a malicious grin, giggling. "Alright, alright, before Kara actually kills me I'll bring you two house's specials! Be riiiiight back, hehe!" And silent like a car race she leaves you two alone, again. Kara seems to hate her skirt, cause she's basically destroying it for how much she's tormenting its fabric in her fingers.

Perhaps the alcohol is a factor, but for some reason, I can't help but stare at you more and more as my hand brushes some of your hair away revealing more of your beautiful face. Hopefully you do not take this as me being rude! I feel like saying something... I don't know what... I just know I feel like saying something, but before I can speak-- "Er... ahaha... thanks?" I say in response to the barista before laughing it off. To regain my focus, I look around for a bit and see you playing around with your skirt. "What's the matter?" I ask as I place one of my hands on top of one of your own hands that's playing around with your skirt.

I...! She almost jumps on her seat once you put your hand on hers. Oh, i-it's nothing, really! Was just overthinking as usual! She grabs the new glass as soon as the barista brings it to the table. A sparkly liquid inside, gradually going from its red on the top to a dark blue on the bottom. A slice of lemon to adorn the glass. She chugs it down in a couple gulps, drinking directly from the glass and leaving the straw on the table. Ghaaahh! She leans in shaking her head a little, her eyes closed. Huff! This was... stronger than I remembered. She laughs and then puts her hand on yours, caressing it with her thumb. I'm just not used to be stared at. That's all. I'm not a person that stays under the spotlight like you, I'm more of a shadow I'd say. Living off someone else's light.

I retract my hand upon getting the idea that I startled you, and softly laugh. Soon after, the new drinks arrive and my curiosity is sparked upon their coloring. I grin as I see you drinking rather hastily, and it makes me want to participate in the impromptu race as well. "So, we're seeing who can drink the fastest and shit?" I chuckle before trying to match your pace as well. The drink is quite strong in nature... forcing me to take a deep breath soon after consuming it. I welcome you caressing my hand and smirk at you to confirm this. "So... you're a shadow... and you want to live off the light... of a rockstar? Is... that it? You goth women are all the same after all..." I give off a stifled laughter soon after my stereotypical joke... hoping to myself that it doesn't annoy you that much...

... After your words she remains silent, playing around with the straw on the table. She takes a deep breath not to let you notice how much your words have made her upset. Well, after all, what you said was true. She was just a girl that tried her best to resable the others, but never managed to make it to the spotlight. Oh, yes. All the same, us goth women. She forces out a giggle as you order another couple of drinks. After drinking some more, the barista stops you both before it gets out of hand. Kara doesn't seem to take the alcohol very well, she starts wobbling on her chair, letting out cute giggles and occasionally poking your nose, talking in a very very tipsy voice. Hic..! And you're the classic stereotypical rockstar, you know? she slides to the side, her body leaning dangerously towards the void.

I have been around enough goth women to know when one is upset... and I have a feeling that you are giving off that particular vibe. The following moments seem to be filled with a strange mixture awkward silence, forced conversation, and of course… lots of drinking. Perhaps it was for the better that the barista did indeed stop us before it got a little too out of hand… in many ways. My concern, or at least, what I hope it is… hard to tell after too many drinks… starts as soon as I notice your sudden shift in mood… with giggling, wobbling, and nose poking included. I attempt to reply about your own stereotype about me… “Wha—stereotypical rockstar? Sex, drugs, and rock and ro—SHIT!” I acted a second later than I should have. I should have been a second faster if only I wasn’t affected by the alcohol! But at least I kept you from falling flat on your face! This is what happened just now… in my drunken attempt to save you from the abyss, I tried to hold you up only for me to fall over with you landing on top of me. Could’ve been better, but also could’ve been worse…

As she falls over you, all eyes in the room shift on the both of you and an awkward silence falls down over the whole place. Kara looks down at you, right before she bursts out into a laughter. Blown down! She keeps laughing, her laugh is quite cute, as well as her facial expressions, it is nice to see her enjoying her time even if most of the work is being done by the alcohol. She gets up, offering you her hand. A clumsy rockstar, classic! Didn't expect less from you, cutie. Cutie? Does Kara use such words? Well, drunk Kara does. She helps you getting up and everything seems to return back to normal. Alright, I did say I would've shown you my place, so let's not lose time. She peeks her head outside the bar, to check if it's still raining. Seems to have stopped. What are you waiting for? C'mon, are you afraid of my dark room full of candles and skulls and ritual paintings on the floor? She grabs your hand and pulls you out, waving at the barista, that sighs and waves back. The weather is still cold outside, especially now that it's past evening, but you don't feel cold at all, the blood running at the speed of sound through your veins.

Those last few moments in the bar were quite a blur for me. No telling how much of it I will remember later. One of the things I remember is being called clumsy for some reason, but shortly afterward, I apparently agreed to leave to your place. Did you say something about candles and skulls and other such things at her place? What a funny joke! Maybe. I remember waving to the barista… and then the cold weather outside forces at least some sense back into me as we step outside “Huh? We’re outside now?” I simply let you guide me to our destination… it’s cold and dark outside but at least it’s not raining…

She guides you throw the dark streets of the city, slowing down her run a few minutes later, when she picks up a normal pace of walking. She grabs your arm and crosses hers under yours, walking with you like a loving couple, no trace of shame seems to have been remained into Kara's head. It's not a long walk, she lives quite near the bar. Alright, here we are! The bakery shop has a colorful sign, its pastel colors being obscured by the darkness outside. The inside is dark as well. On the front door a little sign that says "Closed". She searchs in her bag for a time that seems to be an eternity, but when you finally manage to get in, a nice and warm atmosphere welcomes you, not to talk about the wonderful smell of baked sweets and bread. She turns the lights on, and starts showing you around. So, here at the base level there's the shop. Each morning we get up super early to prepare the dough and make the bread. Then I go for the deliveries. But that's not interesting. She brings you behind the main counter, leaning down to pick up something from under it. Where did mom put those... oh! Here they are! She presents to you a bowl covered by a cloth. Taking the cloth off you witness a wonderful sight: baked sweets of all sorts are carefully placed into the bowl. And god, if they smell good. Want a bite?

Hii!!

Hii

I have no idea how much time had passed at this point since we left the bar, but it doesn't feel too long. What I feel though is not necessarily the same as actual time that passed. In reality, it could’ve been more than an hour or less than an hour. Thanks to the cold weather, I don’t lose focus completely despite the effects of alcohol. Once we come to a complete stop, I look around me and see what appears to be a bakery of sorts. I assume that this is the family bakery you talked about earlier and my thoughts are confirmed as I see you unlock the door and show me around inside. Curiously, I look at my new surroundings… at least, as best as I can… considering all the drinking not too long ago. The environment… generally colorful and bright a stark contrast to your enigmatic appearance. I take in as much your shared backstory as I can—understandably, getting up early… and… something… about… deliveries, which you seem quick to dismiss. Before long, I look at the delicious looking treats you presented before me… and damn, do they smell as good as they look! “I’ll take one!” *I excitedly say as I reach into the bowl and pick out a cookie with rainbow sprinkles. I take a little bite out of it and my eyes widen while looking at you… hinting at my approval. Before I take another bite… I ask you a question… “Why would your delivery adventures not be interesting?”

hi

She awaits for your judgment on her baked sweets, she seems confident though. Well, with how good they are you would have been confident as well if you were in her shoes. A wide smile crosses her red lips, while she leans in and steals the half you haven't finished. Oh, I never said my delivery adventures are not interesting. she giggles, taking a bite of the cookie before returning what remains to you. But now... she wobbles a little, stealing another cookie. ... they might be a little foggy. Talking foggy... follow me! she grabs your hand and almost drags you upstairs, where she actually lives. Very conveniently her parents seem not to be home, even if it's late night by now. She walks with you into her room, and you must say: it's definetly how you expected it to be. Painted black, purple and dark red entirely. Consumed candles on her desk, where verious carving tools are confusingly spreaded. A little wooden statue of some creature is there, she either isn't very good at carving or hadn't had enough time to finish it. The large bed's spotlight is stolen by two pouf chairs, that look incredibly comfy and fluffy. Kara doesn't wait a single second before landing on one of them, patting the other as she spreads her arms and legs in a very relaxed position, drowning inside the softness. Ah, right! And what would a goth girl's room be without mainstream ambience music? She leans out to reach the remote of her large stereo, that pumps "Smells like teen spirit" out loud.

I watch in amusement as you take the cookie that was in my hand and bite into it before returning it to me… it’s almost a tiny ass crumb at this point! I sigh and pop it into my mouth not wanting it to go to waste. It’s not long before I feel you guiding me… upstairs… somewhere. Along the way… I notice something… no one else is around. Huh? Perhaps the other occupants, namely your parents, are asleep despite the amount of noise we’ve made so far? Maybe they’re simply not in the same building? Whatever the case, I brush off the thought just as quickly as it came to mind. Eventually, I’m in your room and it looks like… well… the stereotypical room for a goth girl such as yourself. The colors… the objects on display… and so on. I take a brief look at the seeming wooden project you have… it looks quite deformed… is it Cthulhu? I mentally shrug at it as the two puffy chairs seem more appealing to me at the moment. It’s been quite the tiring night after all. I softly laugh as I see you plop yourself and get comfortable on one of the chairs. I follow in kind… imitating a stage dive on to the free one next to you landing facing up on it. Wow! It really does feel as soft and comfy as it looks! Even with my signature guitar still strapped to my back, the cushioning is so fluffy that it’s like I don’t feel anything on my back at all. I loosen up the blood red scarf I’m wearing to make myself feel even more comfortable before speaking… “Hey, nice of music!~” I close my eyes listening to your choice of a grunge song… all while slightly nodding along to the beat with a slight grin on my face. I even playfully sing some of the lyrics. “Here we are now!~ Entertain us!~”

Kara rocks her head to the beat along with you, murmuring some of the lyrics as well. The last notes of the song fill the room before leaving the both of you alone in the silence. Kara looks at you, her eyes shine into the dark but not quite, like rough diamonds. They can see through you, you can't see through them. Old memories start roaming along her mind. How many other times did she find herself in the same situation? Very few, if you really want to know. Two trusted people. Ahh, maybe it was the alcohol, but her heart started to ache, deep down inside. She gets up, the music has stopped yet she is singing another song, dancing along with her words. Roooxanne... She starts, leaning on the desk, or better, letting her body fall until the desk and fortunately her hands stop it. You don't have to put on the red light... She turns around. Is there anything more wrong and problem solving than getting naked to forget why you're sad? After all, she was just one horny teen. Legal teen, sir agent. Very legal and very ready to drown her worries into a wild night of naughty things. Those days are over... You don't have to sell your body to the night. And while singing of the poor Roxanne, she spreaded her legs in front of you, while getting rid of her leather jacket. If your mind was able to think of something else to that point, that something else would've been: wow, how many layers! In fact she has enough time to get halfway through her acapella interpreation before being completely naked in front of you. Her body resambles one of the old Venus statues. Very small, in terms of height, but very prosperous. She leaves only her long stockings on, tilting her head to the side as her long dark hair cover partially her breasts and the sides of her face, a smile comes out piercing the dark to reach you like a sharp arrow.

Stumbles in drunk, instantly finding my place in the song as I wail out. You don't have to put on the red light!

As the song gradually dies down, I look over at you with a slight grin accompanied by a quick nod… acknowledging our fun time spent together listening to one of the most recognizable songs in all of grunge music. It’s hard to make out exactly what’s going on since… as I should expect from you… your room is overpowered by darkness… with only the bare minimum of light making its presence known… most of which, actually, comes from the moonlight outside. I see you getting up and moving about… barely noticing you observing me in the process… as if you were trying to be an observant predator in the darkness waiting to ambush its prey at the right moment. Soon after, I hear you singing the lyrics to a classic rock song. As soon as I hear you sing aloud the name of “Roxanne,” I grin and listen as you continue to belt out the rest of the song. I silently wonder to myself, in the meantime, why you chose this particular song. However, the reasoning for your song choice is only a minor detail to me… as I’m more enthralled with your surprisingly beautiful sounding voice… perhaps… maybe… I’m even seduced by it! While you start stripping off your layers of clothing, I also mindlessly join in on the action by also stripping down… until the only article clothing I have left are my black boxers. My signature red electric guitar Bloody Mary lays harmlessly at my side. Before I know it… I see… your gorgeous body unraveled before me… as if you were almost like a classical goddess sculpture brought to life… your stockings provide a pleasing accent to your legs… and the creeping moonlight helps in adding an appealing amount of morbid curiosity concerning your figure. With almost no warning and no time for me to react, I see you closing in fast with a smile on your face… and all I can do is slightly part my lips to let out a verbal reaction that probably doesn’t come out in time... and in the shadows, I feel there may be another presence in the room, but it could also just be my state of mind at this point...

Her hands move swiftly, tracing abstract symbols in the air. Her legs, once spreaded, cross, one on the other. She tilts her head as her smile shows somewhat of sinister in its appealing curve. Two soft petals, her lips, that bloom into two single words. Upright Death. You probably didn't notice how she was shuffling a deck of cards, too focused on her lips, on her smile, on her sensual legs. The card held in two fingers is revealed to you. The white skull stares at you with its empty eyes. Commonly death is something bad, but not here, not now. It means reborn. Consume what else would've gone to waste. She picks the card in between her lips, crawling down of the desk and reaching you near your seat. She gets so close that her breath is the only audible sound in the room. Tell me, Aleda. Does Death scare you? She doesn't await for your answer, as she leans forward passing the card from her mouth to yours, making sure you hold it. Once free from the weight of this upright Death, she goes down, burying her face into your neck. Her breath is so warm... Feels like hell itself trying to drag you down the vortex. Her hands never touch you, but threaten to do so, almost drawing the silouhette of your body, going down from your shoulders, your arms, your hips, and pressing down into the soft pillow of the chair to sustain her own weight as she leans in more and more, leaving you no escape. The first contact you finally feel, leaves a permanent mark on your skin. A kiss, a lipstick stain, on your neck. It is soft, she doesn't like to rush things. And maybe it's just the alcohol, maybe just the whole dark atmosphere of her room, to make everything magical, everything turned to the shadows. A siren singing her beautiful melody just for you, to lure you into a sweet yet deadly trap. But again, here death doesn't mean anything conventional, does it? Are you afraid, Aleda? She finally looks into your eyes. And by her look you can surely tell that oh god if she wishes that you were afraid. She was almost drooling to taste your fear. Just a tiny bite. Then her maws sinking into your skin would've made your fears become a terrifying reality. But that's all to see. She is a patient predator, working carefully on her prey. And oh, if she only could... If she only could bring you with her, to the other side. But no, this is not the time. Not yet. Not now. After all, you can't feel cold if you're not well heated first.

I really was thrown off my game tonight, it seems. The alcohol, the darkness, your body, your seductive methodology… among other things… all factors in this situation I ended up in. In my absentmindedness, I failed to even notice you playing around with the cards in your hands and while your words barely registered with me me, if at all. I was right… I couldn’t get my audible response out in time, and never will any time soon… since, for some reason, I mindlessly hold your card of Death between my lips. Perhaps… it had something to do with our faces being so close to each other for a moment… that, at the very least, the loose strands of the dark hair we both have could almost touch… and also your scent up close… surprisingly sweet smelling… or perhaps not so surprising… after all, your family’s bakery is downstairs. For some reason, I don’t answer your question about my feelings about Death. I’m not sure if I even heard it due to being captivated by everything from your movements, your body, and even the overall dark atmosphere. Not that I could make much of a verbal response anyway… with a card in between my lips. Suddenly, I feel it—your breath against my neck… the feeling is enough to somewhat knock me back to reality, but before I can react… I feel the unmistakable direct contact of your lips on my neck… I attempt to shift around a little bit… but… you applying more pressure and weight into your kiss every passing second keeps me in place. You sure are taking your sweet time. Why? Have you put a mark on me of sorts? If you did… I don’t know how a certain necromancer in my life will react when she sees it. When you are done, our eyes lock. I don’t know how to answer your question. Should I even answer? What am I ultimately supposed to do with this card still nestled between my lips? Should I spit the card out? Not knowing what to say or do… my body acts on its own instincts… you may or may not notice my increased breathing and blinking rate giving away how unsure I feel about the whole situation. Even my heart beats at an increased rate. All I can do is stare back at you while my body reacts on its own with its subtle movements. Is this fear? Doubt that can be mistaken for fear? Am I being turned on by this? What… the… fuck… did I get into? Seriously. What. The. Fuck.

Kara giggles at your silent response, it is clear to her that you're probably just very confused, all wrapped around her fingers. And so she decides to act, her soft hands finally touch you, that craving for contact finally gets satisfied as she runs her fingers across your chest, exploring your naked skin. Her touch is gentle, careful, she wouldn't want her prey to flee right now, when the great prize is one step away from her. One hand slips upwards, taking the card away from your lips, and tossing it away. Her head, buried in your neck, goes up, you feel the tip of her tongue tracing its way up to your ear, leaving a wet trail. Then her lips barely touch your lobe, you feel warm air being blown into your ear and a whisper coming along. Give in. And as she gives what seemed to be an order, or maybe just a simple invitation, you feel her warmth abandoning you. She gets a little distant from you, so that she can admire the confused little mess she made of you. Her eyes piercing yours through the darkness, her tongue licking her plump lips as she bites them in excitement. Oh, what a guilty pleasure, and down the abyss you go! Her hand that was still roaming on your chest goes down, caressing your abdomen, then reaching your crotch. It plays around with the black fabric of your boxers, her fingers running in circles, leaving you in suspense for when she will actually touch you. Oh what a sweet melody is your silence... she enjoys it fully as she crawls down, kneeling in front of you. Her free hand goes to fondle her own breast as she stares at you, squeezing it as she bites again her lip in a very sensual way. But that's enough playing around for her, maybe it's still the alcohol, but she feels like she can't wait any longer to have you submitted to her. And so she pulls down your boxers, dragging them with one single finger and revealing your shaft. She looks down at it with hungry eyes, before leaning in, with her lips dangerously close to the tip. You feel her warm breath brushing it, and can't help but wonder when will she put an end to this torture and give you what you want. Because that's all you want in that moment, right? Her lips wrapped around you, playing around like she was doing with the straw not so long ago. You want to feel her. But she feels evil tonight, just that tiny bit that sufficies to divide you from the pleasure that awaits. Do you want it, Aleda? How much? She smiles again, looking up at you, down on your shaft, her words slipping in another warm breath that goes only to tease you more.

stands quietly in a dark corner dramatically taking notes.

Bonk the skeleton for no reason in particolar

stares disprovingly at the old man who assaulted him

bonks with longsword

I’m still having trouble stringing together all my thoughts. What was that? Did you just giggle? Does my apparent bewilderment amuse you that much? Not that I would consciously know the answer to it. At the very least, hopefully, you’re under the impression that I’m more confused than scared… mixed with a dash of arousal. What a recipe! A recipe that you build upon as soon as your soft fingers make contact with and start teasing my bare chest area… interestingly, my reaction to it isn’t that obvious at first even though I’m enjoying it. Perhaps it’s because your touch is just that careful and gentle. It feels more like air naturally flowing over my skin than anything else. Surely, someone with your kind of soft touch wouldn’t use it to take advantage of others, right? Such an optimistic thought for one being lulled into a false sense of security! Finally, some relief for me comes as you take away the card of Death which you tucked away between my lips earlier. The brief window of opportunity for me to say anything though quickly shuts itself… as suddenly… I feel your tongue dragging itself from my neck up to my ear in a slow yet thrilling uninterrupted motion. You really are not giving me any breaks, huh? Yet again… another missed opportunity for me to say anything… because then you whisper into my ear… two words… that bring about a reaction within me . “Give in.” Those two words from you alone are more than enough to send chills and warmth throughout my body—a contradictory and volatile mixture that simply stuns me in place. I should fight back. What’s keeping me from doing so? Once again, there were too many factors tonight that brought about this moment. That, or maybe… I’m somehow actually… enjoying this? When you pull your face away, you put that theory to the test. I answer the test by giving you a facial expression hinting at neediness… as those eyes of yours… those damn beautiful eyes of yours… pierce through the darkness into my own eyes as if silently letting me know that I can’t escape. For some reason, I can’t help but keep staring into those damn eyes of yours… it’s almost as if I’m staring into the abyss itself, and before I know it… you have used a hand to explore downward teasing around my boxers without actually touching… what it is… you… really want… what it is… I… really want. Just do it! Damn it! Just… do… it. For the first time, in what feels like almost an eternity… although it was most likely just a few minutes… I manage to break contact with your eyes… only to be distracted by you putting on a teasing display by biting your own lips and fondling your own breasts. I want… I want to… I want to reach out and touch you ever so desperately, but then you make me lose another chance to do anything of my own accord once again… as you use one of your fingers to slide my black boxers down and revealing that which you seek… your prize… my cock. Memories of you earlier in the night at the bar… sipping on that straw… run through my head. Right now, the scene seemingly repeats itself with a few things changed around. Finally. Finally, you give me a chance to speak. You ask me if I want it. You ask me how much do I want it. Everything that’s happened this night so far… has accumulated to drive me almost to the brink of insanity, and this results in me giving you a simple direct answer. “Yes!” Actually, I have no idea if that’s what I really wanted to say, but my shaft’s slight erection says otherwise… confirming what we both suspected. Yes, indeed…

Your single word floats into the air like a bubble ready to pop; Kara’s eyes follow it as she leans forward in between your legs. She got what she wanted, there is no need to delay it further. A little grin crosses her lips as she goes down on your shaft, her hand gently wrapping around it. She parts her lips, opening her mouth to let the tip slip inside. The next moments are filled with ecstasy and pleasure, your mind drifting away sooner than you would’ve imagined. But not for long, because she has now total control over you, and is intent on dragging you down with her. Her experienced tongue moves up and down, left and right, drawing circles, wetting your tip, savoring its taste. Her red lipstick leaves stains on your shaft, as her lips close around it, in a sloppy, slow, blowjob. And while she works down on you, her eyes keep scanning your expressions, enjoying every single face she makes you do. She is hungry and lustful, yet slow and careful with her actions, bringing you down on the path of the sins with her hand in yours. Her breath is hot, her saliva coats your cock lubing it well and making it slide easily inside her mouth: you could easily melt in your chair now. But she’s far from being done with you. Once again, leaning forward, she puts your now fully hardened shaft in between her soft breasts, her hands on them to move them up and down, massaging you and giving you an immeasurable guilty pleasure. You would love to relax in such a situation, to give in like she asked you to, yet something feels off. You feel observed. An inexplicable feeling of having another pair of eyes on you crawls along your back, making you shiver. But again, once again, maybe it’s just the alcohol that made you become paranoid, right? Must be it, or so you decide to believe, because this is too good to worry about the rest now. And as she keeps up her good work, the thought of her meanders into your head and you find yourself helpless in front of it, pressed down by its weight.

For a fleeting moment, I wonder if I answered correctly… or did I even answer at all? My question is soon answered as I feel you take hold of my cock with your hand, and then your mouth follows not too far behind providing moisture, warmth, and pleasure. Immediately, I drown. I drown in thoughts of you… of what you’re doing to me… and how everything that happened since our meeting earlier today led up to this very moment. Lost in my thoughts, I probably make a few facial expressions that amuse you. At times, I feel like I could suddenly vanish into another world, but almost every minute, you send me crashing back into reality through a wave of pleasure that slams like a brick wall against my mind. This pattern repeats itself for some time… to the point I memorize when it’s about to start anew. How does the pattern flow? It starts with us looking into each other’s faces… and our eyes meeting each other. My eyes. Your eyes… again, those eyes of yours… those damn dark eyes of yours… that seem to effortlessly pierce through the very darkness itself. Our staring at each other gradually becomes blurry to me as I get lost in various thoughts of pleasure from your blowjob. I should have known… I really should have known… from observing the way you used that straw earlier in the bar… just how fucking good this would feel! Once the growing bubble of pleasurable thoughts in my mind becomes too much for me to handle… it explodes, and there I am once again staring into the abyss… your damn eyes. Rinse and repeat. Mercifully, the cycle eventually breaks for a moment. In my brief time of freedom, my eyes focus on my fully erect and hardened cock lubricated by your saliva and stained with your red lipstick. Out of context, it looks like a vampire did a number on me. However, you’re no vampire. At least, I don’t think so anyway. I can’t put my finger on it, but something tells me there’s something more to you. In any case, my thoughts once again get sent to the back burner as I feel your breasts… your soft breasts… massaging my member. The pattern from earlier seems to repeat itself once again… only with a few minor differences. Plus, am I legitimately losing my mind to you lustful assault on me? Why do I have a feeling that there’s something… someone… else keeping watch over me? I do my best to block off the thought and chilling feeling, and it’s a lot easier to do than I expected due to the overpowering pleasure I feel from your titjob! While panting from the pleasure, I look into your face as best I can… even though I may look a little silly due to me slightly biting down on my tongue while gazing at you with lust…

So many questions, so many insecurities roamed through your mind during those very seconds… Was this all planned? Why you? And while you got tormented by those doubts the dark girl down there kept pleasing you, trying to melt you, trying to make you forget about everything that wasn’t her. Like she was casting a spell on you with her sweet lips. She was very methodical with her gestures, up and down, up and down, her tongue moving in circles and then wrapping around it. It was soft and warm and you couldn’t help but lean back into the chair and enjoy it. The more your stress seemed to raise, the more she put effort into what she was doing, trying to find for you an oasis in that desert of doubts. Hand in hand, she guided you, leading you to a safe shelter. Lost in her eyes you couldn’t do more than accept your fate, and relax. Besides, if your fate was that pleasurable, it wasn’t that bad, right? You could still feel that unnerving presence behind you, in the corner of the room, looking at you, but Kara was there with you, and she didn’t seem to mean a threat to you, not under those circumstances at least… rather, she was a reassuring presence, a protector, covering your eyes in front of the skeletons in her closet, in front of the horrors she hid there in that very room, what had happened in the past, corpses of past lovers, mistakes over mistakes repeating themselves, but not that time, not for now. The flow of your thoughts got interrupted once she stopped pleasing you: your eyes immediately went down on her as if asking what’s the matter, but she simply smiled and took your hand, leading you to the bed. She pushed you down on it, climbing on you and placing her hands to the sides of your head. Leaning down, collecting a lock of hair that was in the way, she kissed you deeply. Fear not, love, the witch treats very well the toys that obey. And she surely did know something about that. After all, it was all about obedience, give and get. Her hand was once again on your shaft, guiding it in between her legs, as you finally could feel that sweet contact, her wet lips welcoming you as she sat down on you, ever so slowly, not breaking the kiss. Biting your lip, licking your tongue, sucking on it, a mix of your and her saliva in a vortex of passion, oh it was so pleasurable to drown down there, following her to the path of the unknown. Your unsure hands went to touch her body and it was like the first time. Oh so sweet, so delicate, yet so strong. Like your Bloody Mary. She was just like her. And you were just like them, to her. Memories of the past, killed silently by this seductive present, in a faint hope to change the course of the story, to change its ending, because no, that time she would have not failed, not again, not with you.

When we met for the first time ever in my music studio the other day... it was but a brief encounter. However, our brief encounter was all that was needed for you to leave an impression on me. How pleasantly surprised I was that you chose to stop by earlier today… which luckily turned out to be one of my less busier days. Is this what they call fate? It may not seem obvious at first, but you did pop into my life during a rather turbulent time. Maybe… when I was wondering to myself not too long ago… if there was more to you than meets the eye… I didn’t necessarily mean to compare you to a vampire or some other creature of the night… but rather… your story. While we did seem to enjoy each other’s company in the bar earlier… we only got to know each other just a tiny bit and so many questions remain, but perhaps all that is for a later time. That is, if I survive. Survive? Why would I use that word? I’m a rockstar, and encounters like this… spontaneous ones… planned ones… happen all the time… especially if there’s a rocker or goth woman involved, so what the fuck is it about this particular encounter that gives me a strange vibe? Damn this feeling that I’m having, but once again… and this seems to happen a lot… you’ve done something to keep me from fully piecing together my wandering thoughts. Unintentionally, we seem to act out the opposite of the lyrics of a certain classic rock song. I wanna love you, but I better not touch.~ Too late for that. I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.~ Again, too late for that. Somehow, we’ve ended up on your bed in a deep… sensual… kiss. Your mouth… and all that comes with it… playing… teasing… manipulating… everything in my own mouth—nothing is left alone… not my lips, not my tongue, and not even my own saliva as it mixes in with yours as one. I want to kiss you, but I want it too much.~ I want to taste you, but your lips are venomous poison.~ We are simply past the point of no return, and that point is further enhanced as I feel your lower entrance welcome my key of sorts into your body. The warmth and pleasure immediately streaking throughout my body like lightning! Once again, I feel myself driven ever so closer to the brink of insanity! You must have planned this the very first second we met. Nobody. No groupie. No rocker or goth woman. Nobody! Just… nobody… has ever trapped me in such a situation like this before I met you. What the fuck is your endgame? This is more than just a simple pleasurable night. It just seems… orchestrated a little too perfectly. This is about more than raging hormones. You must want something? You must need something? You… you… you did this—my thoughts get scrambled up..

(( Song Reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUhjIoDC7Pg -- Poison -- Alice Cooper ))

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The room was silent except for your heavy breaths and the wet sound of your kiss, your tongues dancing together in the dark. Once her crotch finally touched yours, stopping her descent, she broke the kiss, a rope of saliva still connecting your lips together. She looked down at you with a smirk, oh you looked so cute under her, so fragile in her hands, she would’ve surely taken good care of you, of her new lover, a new opportunity. The uncomfortable sensation of being observed started to slip down into the darkness, going back from where it came, as Kara started going up again, raising her hips so much and so slowly that you, for a moment, were afraid that it was gonna slip out. Her juices coating your shaft as you drown in a pleasurable sensation, her walls going to hug you once more with a warm and wet embrace, her hand caressing your cheek delicately. It was all so sweet and calm that you didn’t really notice how it escalated. You remember being with her, hand in hand, then everything gets blurry and foggy, and now she’s riding you at a crazy pace, her hands on your chest, your hands on her hips, her crotch slamming against yours, wet sounds coming out of your clashing hips, sweet moans flowing out of her mouth and filling the silence of the room, getting mixed with yours in a duet that only you two will ever be able to perform, a deep understanding of each other that no one will ever see. She was playing your deepest chords, and damn if she knew how to do that. An amateur player, she said before? Well it looks like she got quite experienced in a very short time. The sensual slowness of before faded out to leave space to something more primal, something more feral, the primitive instinct. Bites, licks, moans, screams, scratches, it looks more like a fight than a lovemaking, you feel overwhelmed by her and try to fight back, to roll over her, and she lets you take the lead for a little, but keeps her hand on the leash wrapping her legs around your hips and pushing you further to the rhythm she prefers, moving her body along with yours. Then again, another fight, fangs dipping down into each other’s neck, to enjoy the taste of the other’s skin, fingernails dragged along the back, leaving red marks, tongue lapping the skin, lips closed around tiny portions of your neck, bruises of love spreading over the white extent of your skin. Rolling again, you almost fall, she grabs you and pulls into another kiss, bites your lips, licks your tongue, sucks on it, leaving you no room to breathe. And while you helplessly rock your hips, almost forced to it by the lust, by this whole fight, by hers and your burning desire, she lets a couple words slip out among the moans. You’re mine. And that was not a request, that was a promise. Maybe even a threat.

(I am not 100% sure, but I think that, with 8 days of no-stop rp, you have broken every record in Erofights history)