Seductive Nightmare

Blood Makes Noise

He wasn't sure how long that he remained motionless in his bed, staring up at his red Chihuly chandelier. He was still flabbergasted as to what had just happened. He had listened to her use the bathroom and then heard her bedroom door shut softly. She had left the robe he had given her lying on the floor. He stared at his open door half expecting her to come back for some strange reason, but she didn't.

His eyes refocused on the floor, and he stared at that pink fabric still holding her jasmine perfume. He bit his lower lip and tried to determine for one second any rational thought. There were none to be had. Enmu didn't know whether he wanted to start laughing, crying, or go back in her room and take her again with or without permission. Mandi had single handily moved her chess piece to checkmate, and Enmu was panicking over what to do next. While her sneaking into his bedroom had been nice, it certainly had not gone as he planned or expected. 

"She called me 'beloved', again. I hadn't heard her say that word since the night I first saw her in her machiya. She was dreaming but lucid enough to open her eyes, see me, and say,"Come back to me, my beloved." There is something just below the surface with her that I cannot clearly see or determine, and she is not aware of it either unless she is dreaming. Does that mean something or is it merely coincidence? I feel so strange and not just because she came in here and fucked my brains out. Hell, I don't even know how I can speak to her tomorrow without my face blushing like a--a human!"

Finally, he raised his hands to his eyes in order to attempt to banish the images he kept seeing over and over again of her riding him, the way the moonlight in his room glittered along her silver hair, and how gorgeous her pale skin looked and smelled.

He eyed the forgotten present on the floor again. He didn't figure she would wake any time soon, so he decided to get up and peek in on her to see if she was actually asleep. Would she be back to normal or still under that sort of trance? Yes, getting up and checking on her would serve two purposes. He'd return the kimono robe to her and act as if nothing happened when he saw her again tomorrow, that is if he could manage such an impossible feat. Secondly, he wanted to see if she was still dreaming and what about.

"Is it me? Am I her beloved? Tch! She was probably going on about some old boyfriend she had back in the US. And she had the gall to come in here and use me like me! She played me!"

He was getting angry now. "How many disgusting, pathetic human emotions will you suffer through tonight, Enmu, on account of the whims of a good pair of tits?" No matter. He'd get himself back under control and continue with his experiments. He had a few delights in store for his precious thing. Oh, yes he did!

Taking what remained of the black satin comforter and sheet, he ripped them off the bed and tossed them to the corner of the room almost in a total rage mode. Naked, he stood and marched to his open door. "The bitch never bothered to even close it!" He grabbed the kimono robe roughly off the floor and entered the hallway, glaring down at her door. "Kill her. Just fucking kill her and stop playing into this emotional nonsense! She's filling your head with human bullshit. You're better than that!"

If he had immediately gone to her room right then, he would have. He would have painted the glaringly bright white fabric walls with her pretty blood and truly create a work of art. He'd gouge out her eyes, and roll them down his body before eating them. He'd allow her the luxury to have one lucid glimpse at his beautiful naked body and oni form. He was the one in control here, not her! He was going to take back what she'd stolen from him.

The sight of his garden bathed in the twinkling starlight halted a bit of his anger, at least for the moment. He did, however, walk up to the glass and connected his fist with one of the French doors, shattering it. If she woke up and came out to see what had happened, she'd seal her fate and his too, honestly. Deep down in his heart as he watched his crimson betrayal drip down the glass and his fingers, he knew he truly wouldn't be able to kill her. He brought a finger to his lips and tasted his own blood. It was dirty, unclean, and it tasted like the coal so many steam engine locomotives had used back in the day as fuel. He used to enjoy riding trains back before modern technology forced his kind to truly hide in the shadows.