Before I Fall

Chapter Five

It was a couple minutes after two in the morning when she arrived at her Gran's house. Did she expect peace and quiet with her grandmother safely tucked away in bed at this hour? Yes, yes she did but that's not what she found. What the heck is going on here? she thought as she exited the car.

About ten to twelve cars were parked at the end of the driveway and even on what little lawn there was. All the lights were on and she heard music and screaming coming from the house. Morgan quickly grabbed her suitcase and bag and headed to the house, searching for the house key in her purse on the way. She entered the beach house and looked at what was happening before her. What was with all the surpises lately? she wondered.

The house was turned into a strip club with two small stages, poles erected in each one. Gorgeous, chiseled male and female strippers who have been under the knife one too many times were all dancing with each other and with the group of mature women who were the big spenders for the night. Where was her Grandma? Sitting on a chair in a corner as a chocolate Adonis, oiled to perfection, hoisted one of her legs to wrap around his waist as he grated his crotch against hers to the rhythm of the song playing.

"Oh yes Lord!" she heard her granny shout as she showered the man in Benjamin Franklin. Morgan was amused and a little grossed out. She didn't want to see her grandmother in a sexual light but then they wouldn't be demons in every sense of the word if they weren't.

Demons. Morgan was one of them. Even though she wished with every fibre of her being that she wasn't, but she couldn't help the life was born into. Most demons were filthy wretches that survived on sex, chaos and death and there was no end to their treachery, always seeking out what or who they could destroy next.

Then there were those like her grandmother, who sought a different path to integrate rather than destroy and boy was her grandma integrating. It was then that the older woman sensed her presence and her eyes met hers, a  broad grin on her face. She unravelled herself from the dancer then walked over to where Morgan was still standing by the door.

"Baby, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were stopping by tonight." she greeted in that motherly voice that Morgan loved so much.

"Nana, I- I-" Morgan stuttered while twisting her fingers, a  sign of her anxiety. She didn't know how to tell her what happened with Tarek because she feared what her Nana would think of her but it was too late. The way Hillary searched her eyes as if she was reading her mind, she knew her grandmother knew something was wrong. Hillary gently lifted a palm to her cheek, gently stroking it with her thumb to grant Morgan some comfort.

"Get some rest. We'll talk in the morning." was all Hillary said, then kissed her forehead. Morgan sighed in relief then headed across the hall with her luggage as the party went on. She looked over her shoulder to see her Nana walking up to a female dancer who only wore a gold g-string, dipping her head to suck a chocolate nipple in her mouth as her hand disappeared inside the dancer's underwear. "That's it grandma," Morgan quietly cheered then resumed heading to her room.

Crossing the threshold to get away from the noise, her bedroom remained just as she left it. The neutral colour scheme of grey and white with a touch ocean blue and beige put Morgan's resteless mind at ease. She stashed her bags in a corner, then began removing her clothes as the thought a warm shower would help in easing the tension that was building in her body. She felt so tired that she doubted she could put a proper thought together, but she was wrong. As the warm liquid patted on the flowery shower cap she wore and ran down the valley of her breasts, down to her thighs and calf to pool at her feet she broke down again at the thought of Tarek.

She missed him so much. Six wonderful years together, at least they were wonderful for her and she killed him for what? Where did that horrible feeling come from that boiled in her? It was something wicked, dangerous and something she didn't want to feel again because it made her kill the love of her life. The faint sound of the party happening in the other room brought her back to reality. Her grandmother was going to be so disappointed with her and sad that Tarek was gone. She adored him. Morgan couldn't lie to her grandmother because she was way too smart and would easily pick up that she was lying, she's a demon after all.

Morgan washed herself thoroughly with her lavender scented bodywash then left the bathroom in search of her night garments. As she took out an over the top pair of silk shorts from her drawer a tidal wave of that strange shiver came over her body again, this time almost knocking the breath from her lungs.

Morgan was losing her balance that she quickly gripped the edge of the chest of drawers to steady herself as the feeling passed her naked skin prickling. Her body regulated pretty quickly but this time something lingered. She had a rapturous feeling as if  she was coming down from a high and felt a warm substance leave her body, quickly moving down her inner thigh.

Morgan dipped her fingers in her womanhood and brought it to her face where she could assess it carefully. "What the hell?" she whispered in disbelief, only to realize she had spontaneously orgasmed from whatever took over her body.  What's happening to me? Her mind raced, searching for answers. Could this be the end of her? Retribution for what she had done to Tarek? That was stupid. No one has ever died from an orgasm before.  She rolled her eyes at her exaggeration then flung the shorts back into the drawer sighing in frustration because she was going to have to take another shower to get cleaned up.

This night seemed like it just didn't want to end and she was getting sick of it. Fuck my life. She was concerned about this attack on her body but she would ask her grandmother about it in the morning as she was feeling too miserable at the moment. So she took another warm shower then put on her thick wool pajamas to keep warm even though in the back of her mind she knew that wearing the garment would prove useless against that cold sensation.

Slipping under her warm duvet, she put on her sleeping mask that was on the bedside table then drifted off to sleep in no time with images from murdering her cheating boyfriend playing on a loop in her head.