Nyctophilia

Chapter Two

“Never say goodbye because goodbye means leaving and leaving means forgetting” –Peter Pan.

Chapter Two:

It was cold.

Not the kind of cold that was pleasant or refreshing, the kind of cold that was nail bitingly freezing, the bone chilling type.

And it smelt funny out here to; that could have been because my senses were dimmed and accustomed to the smell of smoke, but it felt weird out here. Not unpleasant per se but not pleasant either.

I was somewhat glad it was dark though, it was nice to not know what was around the corner and know that things around the corner didn’t know what we were either; not only would the light have hurt my eyes but the things around the corner would have pointed and judged and I knew from fact that Brett, Weasel and I didn’t enjoy the looks we received and that by the end of the day, we wouldn’t be the ones receiving the supposedly inconspicuous looks. Inconspicuous my ass.

By it didn’t matter much anyway because at the end of the day, they’d be the ones getting the looks as they got wheeled off in the back of an ambulance.

But we’d be gone before the cops got there and no one would see us again, we were the shadows of the night and that’s how we liked it. So for the sake of the corner creatures, it was best if we kept to the night instead of the day.

“Brett,” I called out and I heard a grunt a few meters away. “I’m cold.”

“Me too, Karl. Weasel is a little shit, I’m freezing out here,” Brett hissed and I smirked.

“Well then, Bretty, we might have to come up with a way to get you warm,” I grinned at his shadow in the darkness as my mind plotted ways to get him warm and happy. It wasn’t a hard challenge.

“Oh yeah? Go ahead, give it your best shot,” He gave a loud laugh, throwing his head back as I slinked forward, catlike.

I reached his side in a matter of seconds and I stood up on my tiptoes –even my monster heals didn’t help me much-, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling back I grinned at him as he watched me expectantly; never letting my eyes betray me, I kept them on his face as I knelt down, onto my knees and slowly unfastened his belt.

Once I had his pants all the way down, I hooked my fingers around his boxers, ready to start my job but was interrupted by a cough.

“Sorry to interrupt but I was invited along for the ride, so you know. I can go back downstairs if you want,” Weasel winked at me before running a hand through his soft, brown hair. “I brought her.”

Weasel pointed to the whore from before who was cowering behind him and I choked on a laugh; God, she was so pathetic.

I stood up and turned away from Brett as he pulled his  hands up, grinning at me, and sauntered over to the girl, “Hi whore. I’m Karla and that’s Brett, nice to meet you. Actually,” I paused and laughed. “It’s not nice to meet you, in fact I’d really rather I didn’t know you at all and for your sake, you should probably wish the same thing.”

“My name is not whore and it’s not like your one to talk,” The whore whispered and flinched when I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Sorry whore, but I wasn’t the one having sex in front of 10 other people. How much do they pay you, I wonder? 10 dollars? Less? You can’t be that good if you’re stuck with a bunch of lowlifes like us,” I smirked at her and her eyes widened in shock while Brett and Weasel burst out laughing.

“She has a point slut,” Brett laughed and I smirked at him before walking past them and climbing into the driver’s seat.

Moments later, the 3 of them joined me and I didn’t miss the whore’s teary eyes. Pathetic. But I didn’t say anything else, shoved the keys in the ignition and smiled to myself as the car roared to life and shot off down the alleyway.