Blood Cherries

The Virgin

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
I had arose from my sleep abruptly, waking up to all too normal room. Maybe I dreamed of killing Mr. Rancroft, stealing the money, and entering that peculiar room. I walked to a chartreuse wallpaper bathroom and splashed water on my face. After a while I began hearing a piano playing a tune. It was Für Elise by Beethoven. I remember as a child that composition would make me hide under a bed. I know it sounds pathetic, but it's one of the reasons why I never went to music class. I didn't want to embarrass myself because of a composition. Anyways I walked into the kitchen still questioning whose house was I in. I knew it couldn't be my house, because this house is too bourgeois. I probably got drunk last night and went to some half drunken girl's house, and had sex with her just to end the night. Sounds like a reasonable explanation. But I reached into my pockets to see I still had the money and the keys. What in the blue fuck is going on. I panicked. But I eventually collected myself. I need to figure out whose house I'm in. Looking out a window, I saw sunny skies and rows of house that all looked the same. There was something about this neighborhood. I just can't put my finger on it.

I heard footsteps coming down a set of stairs, I took cautious action and hid behind a sofa. "Mr. Trilwig, where are you?" A woman said. "Mr. Trilwig!" Who the hell is Mr. Trilwig? A cat had ran to the woman, who picked up it up and pet it. It purred very softly against the woman's face. Who was she? She went to the kitchen and I came out of hiding from behind the leather sofa. She was making herself some lemon chamomile tea, putting in sugar and for some reason a mint leaf. I was in the living room area which had a Parisian vibe to it. The girl was standing behind me in the living room. When I faced her, I had stopped in my tracks, but she walked past me. Did she even notice me? I saw a book that had looked just like the one from the cult room as I call it. I opened it, and sure enough it was the same book. But this time with words written in it. I had flipped to the front and it said: PROPERTY OF THE VIRGIN. The Virgin? Hmm, maybe I can change that. Oh right I'm invisible in this world or whatever this is. I flipped to more diary entries. And I stopped at a page that was on the day of July 15th, the year was marked out. It read: My roommates are away for the week which means, I have the house to myself. I'm gonna have a guest coming over. Today is the day. Nothing else was written in the diary entry. But what did she mean today was the day? I shouldn't think about it too much, I got to get out of this house. Seconds later, there was a knock and ring at the door. The Virgin had opened the door in her white tiger-striped robe. She opened the door and a grin could be seen on her face. Was this the guest?

"Hello, I've been expecting you," she said to the mysterious character. The guy looked like a college kid the type that goes to frat parties every weekend and gets thunder drunk. The Virgin had taken a sip of the tea she made earlier, but the disgusting part about it was there was two flies on the top of teacup. Why the hell didn't she notice. She took the Guest upstairs to her chambers. I followed behind and entered the girl's bedroom. Even though she couldn't see me, I decided to hide in her closet just in case. The two quickly got undress til nude. My eyes were fixated on the figure of the Virgin. Her body was perfect, especially her wonder tits. God, her titties looked so luscious. I'm committing one of the seven deadly sins: lust. As I was witnessing this, I was thinking about how much I became filled with envy. She was giving it to the Guest, almost as if she was a pro at this. He had scratches all over, she kissed him from upstair to down. Now I know what she meant when she said today was the day. Today was the day the Virgin would lose her innocence. And lose her innocence she had. The girl had left the sweat smelling room after awhile. Even though I'm not the guy on the bed, I could imagine myself in that guy's shoes. The girl came back with one of those cloth's you get at fancy restaurants that you put in your lap to show you have proper etiquette. She told the Guest to keep his eyes closed and to kneel on the bed. The Guest closed his eyes, and the girl pulled out an object I couldn't really see.

The girl put the item in the air and slammed it down. The guy was screaming in agonizing pain. For the girl who had lost her virginity and innocence had severed her Guest's dick. She then bit into his neck like a vampire. What the fuck is going on? The victim was a fly caught in spider's web. She had took a sword, she severed the head, and began sucking blood from the top. Afterwards the bed was a pool blood that she laid in when she was done feasting. The Virgin stood in a hunchbacked position, and she was grunting, moaning, and groaning. Black wings had sprouted from her back, it was horrifying. To think I imagined myself having sex with that sinister malevolent creature. She took the Guest's still beating heart and threw it  in the blazing fireplace. With her head to the sky she laughed in a satanic manner. Her eyes were blood red and she disappeared. I decided I had enough of this, and left the house. Thunder was pounding like drums, lightning was flashing throughout the sky, and rain proceeded to fall. I looked across the street and saw a familiar figure. A man wearing all black. Black hat, black umbrella, black shades, black suit and pants, and black shoes. He had that same grin that evil girl had when the guest showed up. I ran through the streets, only to be struck by an incoming vehicle. Everything went dark again. Please let me die.