a short story teaser… coming soon…
WARNING: this piece touches on extremely explicit topics with graphic details that are not suitable for minors under the age of 18. “SOAK” contains violence, blood, sexual content, drugs, explicit language, suicide, incest and other themes that could be disturbing to some viewers.
DISCLAIMER: all offensive and taboo subjects in “SOAK” are used for artistic purposes only.
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Lilith’s conscience mumbled exceptionally loud tonight. It seemed to pound against her hollowed skull as she watched her lover, Sam, concentrate on crushing heroin into a fine powder. “Stop him!” It shrieked. “If you really love him, stop him!”
“Darling, do you love me?” Sam suddenly questioned. The voice possessing Lilith’s mind dies completely, leaving her to fend for herself.
“You know I do.” Lilith says before rising from the bed and walking over to her boyfriend. His bare chest is glowing with a thin layer of sweat, a clear indication of the play they had just moments ago. She stops so she’s standing next to him as he sits in a chair carefully aligning the white powder into two neat lines. She runs her fingers through his tangled mane of black hair, eliciting purrs from thin lips. He looks up at her with tired eyes, his sage irises cloudy with something demonic.
“Will you share yourself with me?” Sam hums with a crooked smile. Lilith can’t help the grin that breaks upon her face.
“You are such a vampire.” Lilith jokes. “Of course I will.” Removing her fingers from his damp hair, she goes to the bedside drawer to retrieve their shared dagger. As she rummages through the various junk, she can hear Sam’s loud snuffle from behind her. The dangerous sound makes her wince slightly. Sam coughs slightly, forcing pressure onto the side of his nose with his knuckle and muttering curses under his breath. Droplets of leftover blood remain stained on the very tip of the knife. Whether it was Sam’s or Lilith’s, she can’t seem to remember. Sam expertly sniffs at the last line of heroin while she begins to barely trace the sharpened blade against his shoulder. His head is thrown back in pure euphoria as he breathes deeply. Lilith pushes the dagger slightly harder.
“Go on.” Sam slurs. A quiet moan escapes his mouth once the razor-edged knife pierces shallowly into his shoulder. Lilith ducks her head into his neck in order to plant faint love bites on his neck while slowly dragging the dagger across his flesh. Sam’s blood immediately begins to seep through the narrow wound and he’s suddenly in heaven.
“Is that okay, baby?” Lilith purrs. For a moment, she’s worried she sounds too concerned, her mind unable to stray from the two lines of heroin her boyfriend just inhaled. She knows exactly how deadly heroin can be to the body. It did kill her father after all.
“Hell yes.” Sam huffs. “Come on, taste me.” Lilith wastes no time in taking the now messy knife from Sam’s shoulder and dragging her tongue across the freshly dripping slash. Sam’s blood has a distinct taste of bitter metal and something else beautifully floral. Lilith sucks gently on Sam’s shoulder like a starved animal. She could live off his taste forever. Or until right now.
“Lilith.” Sam groans abruptly. In a split second, Lilith pulls away and covers Sam’s cut with her palm to help soothe the bleeding.
“I’m sorry, does it hurt?” She asks, wiping his blood from her lips.
“No, no, you could never hurt me.” Sam laughs weakly. His eyes have gone completely gray. “I want to talk to you about something.” Sam slowly spreads his knees apart as if to invite Lilith into his lap.
“You can talk to me about anything, Sam.” Lilith reassures. She doesn’t care at all if she sounds anxious or not now. Lilith gently lowers herself to sit on his leg and drapes her own across his lap before running her fingers down her pale cheek.
“I know.” Sam mumbles with a wide smirk, his eyes slowly falling into a close. Lilith pulls his head closer into a kiss wet to help awake him once more.
“What do you need to tell me?” Lilith asks just mere inches from his face. When Sam’s eyes reopen, his eye’s green shine has magically returned.
“I wish to be with you. Forever.” He says pulling her in closer by her hips. “And I mean forever.”
“You will. You are.” Lilith says in slight confusion. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re damn right, you’re not.” Sam chuckles. His teeth seem especially sharp tonight. “I’m talking about me.” Suddenly, Lilith becomes aware of the dagger still in her lazy grip when Sam takes it into his own hand. He raises it carefully to her mouth, giving her a wordless order. Lilith complies, licking the tip of the dagger clean.
“Do you wish to be with me, even in death?” Sam asks with a deeply obsessive look in his eyes.
“Yes.” Lilith whispers as Sam cautiously drags the edge of the knife down the front of her throat and to her clothed breasts. The familiar sharpness stabs blissfully into her chest.
“Then you must listen to me very closely.” Sam says with an abrupt sense of importance in his voice. The dagger feels chilled and scorching hot at the same time as Sam works a gentle slit into Lilith’s bare skin. “If I were to die, you must find a way to bring me back.”
“Don’t be absurd.” Lilith allows a breathy laugh to escape as she gently rests her hand on Sam’s torso for leverage. Her blood runs quicker than her lover’s, causing Sam to skillfully catch each drop on his tongue.
“I’m not.” Sam says into her chest, his voice far deeper than Lilith has ever heard before. “You can bring me back.” There’s no denying the pit of disturbance growing rapidly in Lilith’s stomach.
“Hush. Just listen.” Sam says, his smile growing far more devilish by the second. He has now taken the blade and put it in front of Lilith as if to show her her own bloodied reflection. “If you truly are as devoted to me as you say, you’ll bring me back to you after I die.”
“But, you’re not going to—”
“There will be another. He will not be like me, but he will be the same.” Sam explains with nearly zero sense to be made. “You must kill him and drink his blood as you do with mine… Take your life once you do. I promise, I’ll find you.” His words strike Lilith like a match.
“What the hell are you saying?” Lilith stutters along with her heartbeat. Sam continues.
“You’ll know he’s the one once you find him. You’re so special, my love, you’ll be able to know.” Sam is beginning to slur once again. “Swear to me, Lilith. Swear you’ll bring me back.” The pleading in his reddened eyes are enough to slice into Lilith without the help of a knife. As unsettling as Sam’s requests are, the unconditional passion Lilith has for him is powerful enough to blind any worry she has. ‘He’s certainly high.’ she thought.
“I swear.” She confirms, taking his face into her hands and pressing a chaste kiss upon his forehead.
“You swear?” Sam nearly whimpers.
“Shh… Yes.” She coos. “I swear.” Sam’s head has fallen into the nape of her neck and she pets his long hair with great tenderness. For as long as Lilith can remember, Sam has always been very dark. From drinking each other’s blood to burning one another with lighters, their relationship has been disturbed to say the least. But that’s what made it so delicious. It only seemed well in Sam’s nature to desire being risen from the dead through a blood sacrifice of some sort. Of course, with Sam fast asleep in her arms as she rests in his lap, the two lines of heroin that he had taken entirely escaped her thoughts. So, Lilith would have never guessed that he would actually wind up dead in the morning.
full short story coming soon…
