Kari's Drabbles

Lucifer

She sat quietly, waiting, watching. The human was unsuspecting, just like all the others. He sat on the bench in the little glass stop, reading a paper, blonde hair falling into hazel eyes. She had to admit, he was fairly handsome, even for a human. 'He's the one. The one I've been looking for...' she thought to herself as he looked up, looking around, as if sensing that he was not alone. The man shook his head, as if considering the idea ridiculous. He turned back to his paper.
She looked at the full moon that sat in the sky, giving light to her and her prey. It was midnight, but if she didn't make a move soon, she'd be without a meal for another half a month. She cringed at the thought of how hungry she had been for those three weeks, after not eating. She looked back at her prey, licking her lips. She WOULD have him. "Looks like it's a very unlucky night for you." she whispered to herself, before revealing herself.
"Excuse me," she said in a sweet, lost girl tone, as her prey looked up at her, his eyes going wide. "Is this the bus stop for the Eastward run?" she asked, knowing her disguise had worked from the look on his face.
Hair black as night fell against her back, green eyes looked at him almost in confusion. Her paleness didn't really match to the smooth of her skin, but the prey never seemed to mind, or notice. She wore a button up blouse, the top two or three buttons undone, showing some of her bustierre, but not so much to make her look like prostitute, though the skirt she wore barely covered her, shaping to her body. She looked like a business woman, and a pretty one at that.
"...Uh...yes! Yes, it is." the prey stammered, looking her over. "But...what are you going eastward for? That's the bad end of town." he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, I know. I live there." she smiled, sitting near him.
"But...but..." he stuttered.
"I know, I don't look it. That's the point of businesswear." she giggled, before sighing. "Too bad I attract a lot of attention though..." she said, looking saddened. "All the gangs up that way are always hounding me....trying to get me to..." she cut off, making a fake choking sound.
He gave her a look of pity. "When the bus stops for you, I'll get off and walk you home, if you want." he said, and she looked at him, fake tears now just rolling down her cheeks, smearing her mascara.
"You will? But we hardly know each other." she said.
"Oh, pardon my manners," he stuck a hand out to her. "My name is James." he said as she shook his hand.
"Lucy." she smiled.

Once the bus was stopped, James walked her to her "apartment", as promised. Of course it wasn't hers, but he didn't need to know that.
"I don't know how to thank you, James." she said, throwing her shoes on her couch once they were off. "...Would you like some wine? It's the least I can do." she offered, heading to the kitchen.
"Um, sure. I like a good glass of wine." James shrugged, taking a hesitant seat on the couch, after pushing her shoes off it.
"Great!" she smiled, bringing him a glass, and holding one herself.
"To business buddies!" she giggled, sitting on the couch next to him.
Soon James had had one too many glasses. She grinned, though he didn't seem to notice. He was going on and on about business and his job and his family. He was unmarried and had no children, he had been an only child himself, and both his parents were dead. 'Good to know...' She thought to heself, just as he looked at her.
"What about you?" he hiccupped. She did her best to sound as if she was rather intoxicated as well.
"No parents....grew up as an orphan....no special guy in my life." she "slurred" her words.
"....Good night for us then, isn't it?" he grinned stupidly.
"....You mean...." she asked, sitting up, "....you want to get to know each other better?" she hiccupped.
"That's....exactly what I mean." James hiccupped.
"I have no problem with that." she giggled, before sitting on his lap and kissing him.
James didn't seem surprised, kssing her back, wrapping his arms around her waist as she twined her fingers in his hair. They started to French kiss, James starting to undo her shirt, her doing the same, until all their clothes lay on the floor. She pulled back once he was under her, lying on the couch. She put her lips near his ear.
"Do you believe in Heaven and Hell?" she whispered.
"....Not really...." he said in a heavy, breathless voice, slightly surprised at the question.
She grinned. "You're about to." she whispered before starting to kiss down his neck, running a nail down his chest to his stomach, making him shiver and gooseflesh rise on his arms. She bit his neck, first gently, then harder, making him moan. Then she ran all her nails down his chest, leaving scratch marks, but there was something wierd about them. Where they touched, his skin seemed to melt away, though he still bled. She scratched him in the same exact place, and this time his flesh started to smoke, as he finally screamed from the pain of it, though no one could hear him. She took his face in her hands and made him look up at her, his eyes wide in terror. She smiled at him in a friendly way.
"May your death be worth it." she said before turning his head and hearing the crack of his neck. "Music to my ears." she said, getting off of him, and putting on a camisole.
His skin was still burning, as a little kid came out from the hall where the bedrooms were, black hair in his face, hiding yellow eyes. He looked at her sadly, almost with puppy dog eyes. "Mommy, I'm hungry." he said.
"I know darling. Mommy brought you supper." she nodded toward James, as blood started pouring from the deadman's body. The little boy looked at her, then the body, then back at her. "He wasn't the one, was he mommy?" he asked.
"No, he wasn't. Now eat up. We have a busy day tomorrow." she said, before sticking her hand in James's chest, not peircing any organs, but seemed to be reaching somewhere else; somewhere that wasn't in his body, before pulling something out.
It was a ball of light, about the size of a baseball. She grinned as the ball of light turned from a white color to black. "There is no salvation for those who don't believe." she said, before popping the ball of light into her mouth as if it were popcorn.
When she looked at the body again, the little boy was covered in blood, and was trying to lick it off. She giggled at him before grabbing a towel and cleaning him up. "You make such a mess, you know." she said, noticing that there was blood on the couch, and sighed. There was a lot he had to learn if he was ever going to inherit the thrown of Hell, including not making a mess, but he was still young, so there wasn't much she could do.
"Daddy's not gonna be happy." the little boy said.
"Well when he stops having mistresses, maybe I'll start giving a damn whether he's going to be mad or not." she said, picking up the little boy, not even concerned about the bloody body on the couch. "Come along, Alexander. We both need some sleep." she said, heading to her bedroom, curling up with the child.