Six String God

Sexual.. but Sinister?

It was one of the more slower days in Jesse's neighbourhood. Summer was everywhere and it had established itself. The days were long and golden and the nights were warm and short. It has been three days since Jesse's encounter with the mysterious Antha Awikinn and reassurance was creeping into Jesse's mind like mist sneaking through window cracks. Jesse was in the expansive front lawn watering his grandmother's precious plants. Nanna had an obsession with flowers so there was Jesse, carefully sprinkling the Stargazer lilies, Belladonna lilies, Madonna lilies, Gladioli and Agapanthuses. The cold water sprinkled down to the nodding heads of the flowers but Jesse's mind was solely on a different plane.

Okay, so maybe that was unfavourable circumstances. Maybe there is nothing going on. It was just a messed up coincidence. And anyway, she passed by and smiled yesterday.. so there's no big deal right? Jesse mused.

"Don't kill those flowers Nathaniel!" shouted Nanna from the large second floor balcony. Adam was mixing mojitos in the kitchen and Nanna was sunbathing.

"Whatever" Jesse shouted back. Nanna sighed and went back to her book.

Summer was definitely here and Jesse kept telling himself that everything was okay. How could it not be? Jesse looked at the suburban street.

Idan the Clown were chasing his nieces and nephews on the lawn, playing games with them. Their delighted giggles filled the air. Just another house away, Robbie Johnson was seated on the driveway of his house in swimming trunks with his girlfriend Haley who was in a one-piece, kissing her. They were both drenched to the skin after a cooling water fight. Jesse politely looked away. Then there was Antha's house. Antha was nowhere to be see but several girls she cared for were lying in the large green velvety grass expanse of a lawn, giggling, drinking soda and tanning. In a distance he could her cymbals crashing and thrashing with a banging bass and he smiled, knowing this to be Faelinn. Even Lucien Cholmondeley was out of his house and this made Jesse stare.

He was out of his preppy clothes and dressed down in loose shorts and a shirt. He was seated on the brownstone wall that bordered his home, his handsome face upturned, soaking up the mid-morning sun. His two sisters were splashing themselves with water pistols.

Adrielle the Raconteur also known as Adrielle la Delé passed by Jesse's house, her customary book in her hand, a pencil sticking out of the back pocket of her shorts, her long black hair and glasses shining in the sunlight. She greeted Jesse and he greeted back. She continued down the street.

"Adrielle you opulent creature" shouted Lucien at her.

"Leave me alone Lucien"

"You know you're a ravishing little thing Ade" Lucien grinned. Ade frowned.

"I do not like you treating me as a sex object" she frowned.

Oh but you, my princess, you're a sex goddess. An Aphrodite in the flesh, if you may" he said. "Come here" he said, patting the spot on the wall next to him. Jesse couldn't help but admire his boldness.

"Shut up Lucien" Ade scolded.

"Adrielle la Delé, I am asking you once I won't ask again. Come talk to me" he said, his voice almost a growl. Jesse politely went back to water his flowers. The raw edge in his voice inkled thoughts in Ade's head. Slowly walked towards him and sat down with him on the brownstone wall.

"That's my girl. Good girl" he said, stroking her hair and groping her bottom. Ade frowned. Lucien covered the frown on her face with a kiss.

Jesse coughed. What just happened? Why couldn't he sum up the courage to something like that to Faelinn?

Lucien kept kissing Ade.

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Ohhh" she gasped, finally pausing to breathe. "Lucien..".

"Well, was that the most superfluous orgasm you had or what Adrielle?" he asked, stroking her soft neck, bending down to kiss her.

"If you mean excellent, yes" she gasped, barely forming the words. Her hands were still somewhat clawing at his back. Her black hair was a wild tangled mess of curls on the pillow.

"No, I mean superfluous. Cadaverous even" he pointed out.

"Sure sure. But you still piss me off Lucien"

"And yet here you are, babbling incoherently in my arms while I make you say my name"

Adrielle sighed. "Arrogance will get you nowhere".

"I beg to differ, my somewhat cantankerous kitten" he replied, kissing her again.

"Well whatever you say."

"You know you love my ways despite me being slightly narcissistic" he grinned.

"Slightly?" she snorted.

"Well, you're mine. You're amazing. I love you" he said with the tone of finality. There like that, they both slowly fell asleep, the noon sun sinking lower in the sky, fading into dusk.

When Lucien Cholmondeley finally woke up, it was past five in the evening. He rubbed his eyes to look at the sleeping form of Ade. He loved to watch her sleeping.

What he saw shocked him beyond anything. He clutched at the bedsheet. He called her name several times and ran around his house, looking for her. He came back to his room and stared at the bed in horror.

Where Ade's body was supposed to be, there was a small pool of blood and something that looked suspiciously like fur. Upon closer inspection, Lucien realised that it was the short fur likely to be found on a grey tabby cat. The blood around the fur was drawn in a curious tribal symbol. His hands shaking, Lucien reached for the phone, dialing the one person he knew who was a gold mine of information on cats.

Two houses away, Jesse N. Richardson picked up the phone.