Here's some gibberish for the day....... Happy Halloween......




                           The small empty room is awash with sunlight.The white walls only amplify the brightness pouring through the old factory windows. I'm knelling over Faris, confused. He isn't moving, I can't remember how...... how we got here. We were making our way to an unfinished wing in the renovated factory lofts. Climbing the stairs. Teasing him to chase me. Luring him here, luring him for..........
                         I am still on my knees, waiting. The wall opens, eyes seem to float in mid air. Dark blood colored eyes glow in a beastly shadow crouched at the top of the opening. " I have brought him.Have I found favor?" my voice holds no fear, only anticipation. The shadow steps down into the light, transforming to a man. A beautifully short statured man whose eyes are now a brilliant emerald green. As he moves across the room his features take shape, short thinning salt and pepper hair with remnants of brown still visible. His chin takes on the stubble of a beard. His long thin fingers grow long pointy ebony nails. His skin is ghostly fair. Black jeans. Collarless unbuttoned white silk shirt. No shoes. Even his feet are beautiful. On his right hand a signet ring appears. Ruby earrings adorn his left ear while diamonds shine from his right. He crosses the room. "You have done well," his voice a deep raspy baritone. He kneels to take his victim. I do not move. He drops the shell of  Faris as he leans toward me.He traces my neck with a pointy nail, cups my chin in his hand and pulls us both to our feet,"Rise child you owe me no homage, only obedience." We lock eyes," I have shown obedience, have I found favor?", my voice betraying my impatience. Anger and amusement flicker in his eyes. Again he traces my neck, pulling my head back, leaning close," Your perfume is sweet." I feel his breath moving over my throat as he listens to my life pulsing through my veins, listening for skips of fear. There are none. His face brushes mine as he moves a step back. A small trickle of blood runs from his lips. I wipe it with my thumb. He licks it off. He leans close, I can smell the sweet smell of blood, but he does not kiss me. He licks blood on to my lips. I taste it. He draws away, looking deep into my eyes. Baring his right shoulder he makes a rip in his milky flesh. His rich tainted blood fountains as he watches the hunger grow in my eyes. Pulling me into his shoulder he whispers,"You have found favor, feed my child." His cold thick blood is intoxicating.


                 Just thinking out loud for all the world to see...........