Vanessa, Tommy, and Mary all grew up in the small town, but Poe, he was the outsider. The son of the English Professor, and he didn't fit in. Tight jeans, his dark hair always hung in his face. When he pushed his hair back, his eyes were the shade o...
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Silas waited for the front door to shut; the house now sealed back down. He would not allow security to be broken again. If not for the young boy across from him, that would never have happened in the first place. Only those invited are allowed to cross the threshold and peek into his world.
Chewing his inner cheek, Poe waited for the man to speak. A part of him felt lured in, and the other, well that one, kept him on the edge of his seat and ready to run.
Leaning back in his chair, Silas watched the young boy. He knew that he was scared, but there was no reason for it. His fate was sealed the day he was born. You see, there are people in this world that live to die, and those that die to live. Young Poe, he was the first. His soul marked in the womb he never had a chance to escape his fate. Today he would learn to accept it or hate it. Either way, it was going to happen.
"I've been here for a very long time. I guess you could say I was born in this house many years ago," Silas said, his voice somber.
Inching his hands to the table, Poe reached under and grabbed one of the table legs to steady himself. Pressing his nails into the oak, he allowed his fear to mark the wood.
"Many years ago, long before I first seen you, I came here with a group of people. College was wild in those days. The 60's, man, what a time to live," Silas laughed. "We all went to college to avoid the draft, but some of us didn't make it home either," he added.
"Wait," Poe said, his hand moving to the back on his head, cupping the crown in confusion. "You can't be that old. Not much older than I am," asked Poe.
"If this was Los Angeles, I would say that I had a good plastic surgeon, but well, this is Oklahoma and all we have is horse shit and rednecks," Silas laughed. Leaning forward, his elbows now resting on the table, Silas kept his eyes on the kid. There was a craving inside of him that he fought. One of hunger, but not yet. Not until he explained why to the young man.
"I was born in 1950. The 50's were a great time to be alive. The music was a lot better then. Along came the 60's, and the era of drugs, free sex, and rock n roll. I almost made it to Woodstock, but well, here I am, stuck in this house," Silas chuckled.
"Wait, no, there is no way that you're 71 years old?" Poe laughed loudly.
This dude was screwing with him. Poe blinked a few times, squinted a few more, and continued to laugh. Whoever this Silas was, he was sure that Vanessa was behind it all. She must have hired this guy to play with his head and make a complete fool out of him. It wasn't going to happen because Poe didn't believe a word he said. Maybe before, but not now.
"You are seeing with your eyes, but not listening to my words. I assure you; I was born in 1950, but technically I am only 18 years of age. Don't let your eyes fool you, Poe. Not everything in life or death, is what it seems. Sometimes the explanation is harder to accept than the reality," Silas preached.
Using the soles of his feet, Poe pushed himself back from the table, standing over the man across from him. "Bullshit. I don't know what Vanessa paid you, but there is no way I can believe this crap. Look at you," he said, his voice raising. "I'm ready to get the fuck out of here. You want to open the door, or use more of that magic shit to make it fly open?" Poe asked.
A long breath rattled the walls as Silas brought his palms together, rubbing as though he was warming his flesh. His amusement for the child lessening, he knew this was hard to swallow, but it was the truth. At the age of 18 he toured this same house with a group and never left. Of course, he left out the part where his life was taken in the same room that they occupied. Back then he thought it to be a bad acid trip, but he never came down after meeting more than he bargained for that night.
Eyes closing, Silas stood, his hand reaching out and resting on the boy's shoulder. Fingers pressed into the fabric of his shirt, there was only one way to make the kid understand that what he said was the complete and horrifying truth.
1968
"Man, this is a trip. I can hear the colors," Silas laughed.
"Silas, hurry up. There's a bedroom free for us," a female called out.
It was the free love generation and this chick he met at a club earlier in the evening promised Silas a night he would never forget. How could he say no? She was wearing one of those micro miniskirts, a top that barely covered her large tits, and some of those shoes that his mother warned only the working ladies wore. If she was looking for money, she would be barking up the wrong tree. He spent all his money hours earlier on some acid and weed.
High and horny, Silas ran after the girl who called herself Sunshine, though he was sure that wasn't her name. Watching the shadow slip into the room, Silas followed, pushing the door closed. Leaning back, he watched her light a few candles to illuminate a broken-down mattress on the floor. It was stained with dark spots, but a hard dick has no conscious. He could shower later, but right now, he was going to practice all that free love that the hippies preached about.
"Come here. Lay with me," Sunshine whispered.
Removing her clothing, the beautiful raven-haired girl laid in the center of the mattress. Using a finger to beacon him forward, she rubbed her hand down her side, taunting him with her tight young body.
Watching closely, Silas pulled his shirt off, tossing it in the corner of the room. His pants and boxers next. Using his hand to cover himself, he was almost salivating for a taste of the female. She wouldn't be his first, but the only other time he experienced a woman was an awkward rumble in the backseat of his mother's car. It lasted all of 20 seconds, and he was done and pulling his pants back on. The girl was crying. It was her first time too, and neither was got what they expected from the experience.
Joining the girl on the bed, Silas was high enough to let his past go. Leaning down, kissing her, his head spun the deeper they became.
The female pushed him to his back, straddling his lap. Looking down at Silas, her eyes tinting a violent shade of red as she leaned her head back in anticipation.
"Do you know why we're here?" Sunshine asked.
"Sex. Come on, I need it," Silas begged.
"No," she laughed.
Lifting her head back to view the young male, something changed. Her facial feature deepening, her teeth as sharp as razors. She was ravenous with hunger, and it was time to feed.
"What the fuck are you. Get off me," Silas screamed, fighting to remove her from his lap.
"You smell delicious," she snarled, her left hand yanking his head to the side to expose his neck. It was the pulsating artery that forced her stomach to growl. Lowering her mouth, she sunk those venomous teeth into his neck as though the flesh was made from butter. Growling as she drank, the male spasmed beneath her before his body gave in to the rapture. She was drinking his nectar, feeding from his soul as it left his body.
Present time
"No, what the fuck, no. Get the fuck away from me," Poe screamed, pulling back from the older male. Whatever was going on, he wanted no part of it. Fear now consuming every inch of his body.
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." Edgar Allen Poe
