Thrill Kill

0.1 - Finn MacMillan

At '•', a song I'd suggest listening to is 'as the rush comes- Gabriel and Dresden chill out mix'

6:45pm October 4 2016, Paris, France

Amelia Elizabeth Greyhart had lived what was possibly the most sheltered 18 years of life possible. In the Greyhart household, sex was never discussed, alcohol was a poison only Arthur Greyhart Sr's business associates and Elizabeth Greyhart the 3rd's closest friends could withstand, and smoking was for Satan worshippers and 1940's movie stars. Heavy metal music, pop music, country music, and hip hop music were all tickets straight to hell, swearing made a lady age 20 years in a second and taking recreational drugs was worse than becoming a radical Nazi.
But, as Amelia sat inside the auditorium of the Louvre, waiting for the nights performance of Schumann, Carter and Schubert, she did not mind. She did not have the urge to rebel against her parents as most teenagers would, she did not resent her parents for oppressing her curiosity and human nature, she respected her parents wishes and asked no questions, as she had been brought up to do.
A hush fell over the murmuring audience and Amelia was glad she had kept her coat on as the auditorium temperature felt to have dropped a few degrees. A violinist and pianist walked onto the stage, accompanied by a page turner and the audience applauded politely.
'Asimov is simply wonderful, highly talented pianist...' Amelia heard a man whisper in front her,
'Father, I could quite frankly not give less of a shit about this performance, I don't care if this asshole guy has a great penis, so I'd rather just sit here quietly and fall asleep for an hour before going out for the rest of the night like we agreed at the hotel.' The boy next to him snapped quietly. Unlike Amelia, who was absolutely astounded at the exchange she just heard between what appeared to be a father and a son, the first man just shook his head and sighed, as if expecting this exact response from his son, brushing it off she focused on the performance. But she found her mind constantly drifting off, away from the performance and to the boy in front of her. What was he doing here if he really didn't want to be? Who was he? What was his problem?
His hair was dark and tasseled, and though she wasn't able to see his face, Amelia caught a glimpse of his chiseled jawline and was intrigued, finding her gaze kept drawing back to him, the mystery boy seemed to sense it too and eventually turned around in between movements as the audience applauded,
'You know, feeling your staring in the back of my head makes it hard for me to concentrate on falling asleep during this dreadful concert,' He said, his Irish-scottish mixed accent thick, looking her up and down and smirking, 'but if you wanted to stare somewhere else that isn't as boring as here, well I might just be inclined to be ok with it.' He winked. Amelia was shocked. This mystery boy was more arrogant than she thought, but his arrogance was only just short of how beautiful he was. His chiseled features only intensified by his electrifying grey eyes and his sharp eyebrows, his black curls sitting messily on his head and face.
'Excuse me-'
'Because I know a little place not far from here, 'bout a block down, that might just suit you.' He continued nonchalantly, eyeing her body slowly, taking in everything, and whether she realised or not, definitely picturing her with nothing but the fluffy coat of hers on.
Part of Amelia was keen to jump up right then and there, leave this place and do whatever the mystery boy wanted to do, but the other part, the sane, larger part of her, told her to just sit down quietly and wait for the end of the performance before leaving with her parents to go to the hotel before returning to England the next day. Thinking it over in her head she battled, telling herself over and over that her parents wouldn't mind, she could just tell them she didn't feel well and was going to go to the bathroom and catch a taxi home. Interrupting her thoughts the boy spoke again,
'Are you actually going to say anything other than "excuse me" because if not I may as well just turn around and try to fall asleep again, though I'm not sure how that's going to turn out as you have definitely... Woken me up,' Amelia nodded slightly and he cocked an eyebrow, 'Well?'
Stay.
Go.
Stay.
Go.
Stay.
'Where?' She asked,
'Block away.' He shrugged, his smirk turning into a grin,
'Mother,' Amelia tapped her oblivious mothers shoulder softly, her heart raced and her face felt flushed,
'What is it dear?' Her mother asked, turning from her current conversation to face Amelia,
'I'm not feeling very well, I'm going to go to the bathroom and call for a taxi, I won't be coming to dinner, I'm going to go back to my hotel room.' She said firmly and her mother furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment,
'Oh all right, feel better.' She nodded, shooing her away quickly.
The boy leapt up and bowed extravagantly to his father, 'Daddykins dearest I'm afraid I'm off, I'm suffering from an extreme case of bloating and I'm too embarrassed to be seen out right now, though I'm sure that's not the only embarrassing thing about me to you, I'll see you at home.' He recited before strutting out behind Amelia who was blushing and fighting very hard to not burst out into am extremely indecent fit of giggles in the aisle. Clutching on to her purse she stepped out of the auditorium and waited at the elevator when the mystery boy popped up next to her, 'Do you have a name? Or are you just so unbelievably important your parents didn't feel the need to give you one because no one would be allowed to address you by it anyways?'
'Amelia Greyhart.' She replied, pushing the up button,
'Can you only speak with two words at a time?' He stepped into the elevator,
'Do you ever stop asking stupid questions?' She snapped and he grinned, 'What's your name? Or do you not have one anymore, just your cell block number?' Amelia didn't know where this surge of rudeness had come from but this boy was testing her patience. Maybe it would've been better if she had've just stayed in the concert, it wasn't too late to go back,
'Finn. Finn Macmillan.' He replied, stretching out his hand, 'Where are you from? Don't sound French to me.'
'England, West London,' she took his hand but before she could shake it he raised it and kissed the back of it softly, 'What about you, I can't pick your accent quite so well between Irish and Scottish.'
''Scuse you, Irish and Scottish accents are very different, but I've got both,' he laughed lightly, 'But I'm from London as well, now I am anyways, accents courtesy of my parents.'
'How old are you Finn Macmillan?'
'As old as you want me to be sweetheart,' He smirked,
'I'm eighteen.' Stated Amelia,
'Then I'm nineteen,' she raised an eyebrow, 'honest, pinky promise,' he held out his pinky finger and Amelia giggled, taking it in hers and wiggling it,
'Well then Finn Macmillan, nineteen from London, where are we going?' She asked him, taking her phone out of her purse, 'Because I have to be at my hotel before eleven o'clock and it's seven thirty now, my parents always come in to say goodnight at exactly eleven.' The two of them stepped out of the elevator and walked out of the large glass pyramid they were just underneath into the cool night air,
'What hotel are you at?' He asked coolly,
'Le Meurice,' they started walking down the street, Amelia's Jimmy Choo boots clicking on the pavement,
'Handy, that's around the corner from my hotel, anyways I told you it's not far from here, do you have your ID on you by any chance?' Amelia nodded again, 'Good,' he pulled a flask from inside his jacket and took a long drink from it before passing it to Amelia,
'What is it?' She frowned, peering into the small dark hole,
'Just take a drink.' Finn said in a commanding yet playful sort of way. Furrowing her brow she looked at him and the flask,
'Fuck it.' She thought, downing it quickly before regretting her decision. It tasted like fire scorching the inside of her throat and she started coughing violently,
'Never had a drink before 'ave you?' He mused, chuckling lightly and taking the flask back from her, 'So I suspect you aren't gonna want to bum a cig aye?' He tucked the flask back inside his jacket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes.
'I've rebelled enough for tonight I think.' Amelia shook her head as Finn lit up.
The pair continued to walk for a few minutes before Finn stopped outside of a small gap between two stores with a set of stairs leading down into the ground,
'Well, we're here.' He nodded, dropping his cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it into the pavement.
• • • song really sets the mood imo • • •
Amelia eyed the gap suspiciously. It was dark, the walls painted black and the roof a sickly yellow colour, stained with all sorts of stuff that shouldn't be on a roof, the walls covered in mysterious crusty substances,
'What is this place?' She asked as Finn stepped in,
'Do you trust me?' He replied, holding out his hand for her to hold. She hesitated, looking past him, trying to see inside and failing. After a moment she gave in, taking his hand and he walked her down the stairs.
As they delved further down slow electronic music filled Amelia's ears and a powerful scent of perfume hit her nostrils, her worries and fears slowly drifted away, leaving her standing still in a black doorway while Finn handed a large bald man their ID's.
Sweaty, half naked bodies were writhing on each other and a thick layer of cannabis smoke clouded the sweet smelling room,
'Finn...' Amelia whispered looking around calmly at the people dancing, the couples kissing, the ones shooting up and taking hits and pills and tabs and shots. Finn passed her a small plastic bag full of small, white, circular pills as they sat down at a booth,
'Take one.' He instructed, but she didn't feel pressured. His voice was soothing and echoey, each syllable ringing out softly as he told her what to do. Taking one and swallowing it dry, and Finn doing the same, she took off her coat, quickly feeling warmer.
'Too hot' she took off her shoes, stockings and top, leaving her in her black bra and skirt, laying on the cool leather seat. Finn waved over the bald man from the entrance who hastily took away Amelia's clothes, before helping her stand up and she fell onto him willingly,
'How are you feeling?' He whispered in her ear,
'Like... I'm in a dream.' Amelia awed, her arms draped around his neck as he held her waist, her skin warm on his hands and her barely dressed body pressed firmly against his clothed one. 'Finn,' she hushed and he looked her in the eye before his gaze drifted to her lips, her neck, her chest... Leaning slowly his lips hovered just above hers, grazing them gently. He couldn't take it, her body against his, her lips so close, her voice so cool, her breath so warm against his face; Finn's whole body was aching being so close to her. He closed the space between them, connecting their lips like gears in a clock that quickly started turning once linked.
Everything Amelia had ever felt in her whole life surged forward in her head, a rush of emotions filled her and everything her parents had ever told her faded away into empty darkness, replaced by a warming feeling of pleasure as Finn embraced her intoxicated body, holding her as though she were a fragile ornament that dared to break in his hands.
'Finn,' Amelia repeated, her breathing hitched as he moved his lips down her neck. Her fingers ran through his soft hair and his grip on her tightened, 'come back with me to my hotel.' She murmured in his ear, steadying herself on the table behind her as her legs carefully parted, one hand on Finn's chest and the other on his that was tracing circles on her waist.
She had no idea what she was saying, nothing like this had ever happened to her in her life, the closest thing she'd ever had to a boyfriend was when her parents set her up with their friends boy, Oswald Crocker, for a couple of chaperoned dinner dates when she turned seventeen but she'd barely ever kissed the boy, let alone asked him to come back to hers while her legs were wrapped around him.
'Ok,' Finn mumbled between kisses on her collarbone, which was tingling as his soft lips pressed on her smooth skin.
By the time Amelia and Finn had arrived at her hotel again it was one thirty in the morning but Amelia hardly noticed as Finn lay her down on her bed and proceeded to re-undress her. She felt sexy, something she'd never felt before, as her clothes were removed and thrown across the floor, as Finns lips scraped past her leg, as his hands held her naked body.
The room was spinning and her vision was blurred. Everything sounded like they were underwater, echoey and muffled, but Finns voice was clear in Amelia's head, and hers in his, every consonant and vowel ringing out.
Finn had never felt like this before, he was used to seducing girls and taking them back to his while they got high and fucked but this was so different, this wasn't just fucking this was so
much more, and he didn't even know this girl, only that she drove him crazy. The way she looked, smelled, felt, tasted, and sounded got him higher than heroin ever could. His senses felt heightened around her, and a rush of electricity filled every vein and nerve in his body.
'I feel,' Amelia whispered as they untangled their sweating, bare bodies and flopped down onto the silk sheets, 'like I've known you my whole life.' Finn gazed into her enchanting ocean blue eyes and felt himself spiralling into them. Hers weren't just windows to the soul, they were doors, portals to another dimension and he fell into them headfirst.
'I think I'm in love with you.'