Perverse Thirst: A Ghost Walkers Prelude

Chapter 3

For Pilo, Demini immediately caught his attention. He knew instantaneously he wanted to get to know her. Her presence hypnotized him in ways no other woman had before. A need for her developed in his life, hindered by the curse. For her protection, at a distance is where he stayed. When she wasn't looking, he watched her. All the time he spent studying her, burnt her silhouette into his brain. Whenever she walked into the room, she immediately caught his eye. There was never a time he mistook her frame for someone else. She exhibited uniqueness, and he desired her for it. Demini was the kind of woman Pilo fantasized about being with, before he even met her. Fitting the mold Pilo created in his mind, she drove him crazy. The moment she walked into his life, he hated his curse even more. His gut was heavy with regret from all the choices he felt were mistakes. Those mistakes kept her at a distance. Whenever he got a chance, he flirted with her, and treated her with respect she deserved. Every interaction, he savored, but he knew that he couldn't pursue anything more. Anything more, meant darkness for her.

For Demini, Pilo intimidated and intrigued her. She was immediately attracted. In her youth she made a check list of her dream man, and he crossed off every bullet point. Pilo had a reputation, and she felt she wasn't in his league. Every time he came near, she was nervous, and couldn't speak. She fantasized about him taking a hold of her, and having his way with her body. She wanted to sample the anger he carried on his shoulders. Her body ached to be taken within his firm grip. Every chance she could get, she would find a reason to get close to him, giving him opportunities to give in to his desires. The more time passed, the more she felt she didn't grab his interest. His lack of interaction depressed her, and tarnished her glow.

As Demini's glow diminished, Pilo knew her current crowd didn't take care of her, the way she needed to be taken care of. He wanted to see that smile he caught when they locked eyes on occasion, before he retreated back into his solitude. Holding back his advances felt like caging a rabid gorilla. His heart beat felt like the gorillas massive fists shaking the bars keeping it imprisoned. The struggle created tension in his chest, fueling the fire at the core of him. Each pound of the gorilla's fist shot the heat of the fire throughout his body. The curse tortured him on a daily basis.

Like a patient mason, Demini built up the courage to talk with Pilo. Chance matched the movements of the moon, and blocked out the obstacles surrounding them like the afternoon sun. In the eclipse of destiny, they found themselves alone. She always had a habit for making jokes in awkward situations, and Pilo's silence had a habit of creating awkward situations.

"You want to make out," she asked, mixing her truth with humor, like an experienced bartender. They were caught, within close proximity, in a back hallway, waiting for separate doors to open. Her request caught Pilo off guard, and he didn't know what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he doubted what the proper response should be. The gorilla in his chest roared for him to follow his heart, but the bars of his mind wouldn't let the animal loose. Second guessing played on repeat until the moment was over. Waiting came to a close as the door that she waited on finally opened. Their eyes stayed locked until she was out of view. As soon as he was alone, he looked for something to punch. He wanted to forcefully get the regret out of his body.

Not a minute passed by for the rest of the night where he didn't kick himself for not taking advantage of the opportunity. Internally, he berated his curse. Meaningless conversations for the rest of the night couldn't take his mind off of Demini. Trying to focus on feeding, Pilo couldn't find interest in anything else but the mental picture he had of Demini. That night he took the easiest target to feed on, and reluctantly separated her from the night life the city offered. Walking up the stairs toward the street, Pilo noticed Demini waiting on her carriage. Starting where her heels met the cobblestone, he slowly studied her body as he scanned his eyes all the way up to her eyes waiting for his attention. He led his victim away from Demini's presence before telling her to wait. Nothing had his attention more, than returning to the one person he wanted greater than anything in the world. Walking away from the huff of his prey, Pilo quickly made it over to Demini's side.