As children we are told not to be afraid of the dark, that there are no such things as monsters hiding in the shadows of the night. We grow up believing this to be true, until we come face to face with one of those monsters that do not exist, and I am here to tell you that they do. The problem with monsters, the real ones, is that they don’t always look scary, they don’t have red eyes, or horns on their heads, but look like you and me. One might be next to you right now, or living next door, and you will never know until you meet the beast on it’s own ground, and succumb to it’s thirst for blood.
The only thing worse then meeting a monster face to face is when two monsters meet, and share a common interest. Worse yet when they fall in love. These monsters only live for two things, fornication and complete and utter chaos, and hell it self will travel on their crimson wake.
Jennifer Meyer was looking a bit frazzled as her shift at the diner was coming to it’s end. She had been fresh and lovely when she waited on her first patron eleven hours prior. Her long sandy brown hair had been pulled neatly into a ponytail, her make up transformed her into the beauty queen that she had never been in high school, and her uniform had been clean and pressed perfectly, not a wrinkle, but by two that morning her tips were growing as people felt sorry for her. Jennifer had become a total mess, hair flying about here and there, her mascara had ran from the sweat, creating dark pools under her no longer sparkling brown eyes, and her uniform was twisted on her thin frame and covered with grease and juice stains. Jennifer was so tired, her feet ached so badly that she didn’t even look up when the last two customers walked through the glass door. Kelly Shipman had called off, and they were already down a waitress from Annie leaving for college. It was just Jennifer and Sheila Green out front, and Sheila did nothing more than greet and seat the incoming patrons. That was her job, and nothing more, though that night she had passed a few glasses of water, and was cashing the customers out after their meal, taking a little of the load off of Jennifer, and for that she was grateful.
With most of her tables cleared, Jennifer was glad to see that the last couple had taken seats at the counter. She quickly noticed that they were a young couple, much like the ones that usually came in on Fridays during the bar rush, which made her thankful that it was Thursday, and there would be no rush. She put on the best face she could, smiled, and took their order. She was surprised at how handsome the man was, he couldn’t be more than twenty with dark hair done in a messy style, and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes. She couldn’t help but stare into them as he gave her his order. The girl fit with him perfectly, she was strikingly beautiful with long raven hair, and olive complexion so smooth that most women would kill for it, and a body to match. Her eyes were a deep brown that almost hypnotized Jennifer as she looked into them when the girl’s turn came to order.
Jennifer forced herself away from the couple to hand Max their order. Max Sheppard was the one and only cook that night, and Jennifer was glad. She had a massive crush on Max that had started back in her first year of high school. Max of course was a junior then, and didn’t know she existed. But now he did, and Jennifer was working up the courage to ask him out, since he hadn’t asked her. She knew he liked her, she caught him staring at her all the time. Max seemed to have a great appreciation for her back-side, and long legs. Jennifer also noticed as she glanced back over her shoulder that the man at the counter seemed to share Max’s interest, as he too was staring at her as she stretched her frame to the maximum in reaching the order slip back to Max through the pick-up window. Jennifer could feel her cheeks flush from the stranger’s admiration. She could also sense to coldness coming from his companion as she too noticed him soaking in the view before them.
Jennifer quickly decided to move away, she didn’t want trouble from the girl. Jennifer was no fighter, she hated the idea of violence, and the girl staring her down didn’t look as if she shared Jennifer’s beliefs, quite the opposite in fact. The girl looked to Jennifer to enjoy turmoil, it was in her eyes, cold, dark, deep seated rage, and she was more than eager to show that rage to Jennifer right then and there.
Most of the tables were empty and cleared, but one couple remained. Mr. and Mrs. Bath were chatting it up, and enjoying the bottomless coffee. Jennifer had known both of them since she was a child. Mr. Bath, Martin, was the owner of the local grocery store for years. He had only closed it last year, deciding to retire when is wife had decided to do the same. Mrs. Bath, or Joan as Jennifer was now allowed to call her, had been the math teacher at the local high school when she retired. She had seemed to move up in grade as Jennifer had, and had been her teacher for the last of Jennifer’s five years in school. She was one of those teachers that loved to teach, and her students loved her for it, and Jennifer was no exception.
Jennifer went over to the Bath’s table, refilled their cups and sat down with them to talk. The only problem was her fixation with the young man at the counter. Her eyes kept drifting over to him as she spoke to the elderly couple, and too her own surprise to the girl as well. There was something about them, that made Jennifer’s heart race inside her chest. She felt as if her blood was boiling in her veins every time she looked at them. And when her eyes would meet with his across the room, Jennifer would nearly swoon. She had never been more infatuated with a boy in her life, and never with a girl, but these two had her libido and mind soaring with impure thoughts that were every bit as foreign to her as China.
The young couple ate, or at least appeared to, but never stopped touching one another, their hands always on the other, and kissing every couple of minute, and not little love pecks, but deep penetrating kisses. They were kisses that completely consumed those involved, kisses that Jennifer had only fantasized about. Jennifer wasn’t the only person to notice, seemed as if everyone in the diner had as well, including the Baths.
“What is this world coming to?” Joan Bath asked to no one in particular. She shook her head slowly side to side to emphasize her point. “Such a display!”
“Kids are different these days Momma.” Martin Bath answered, glancing at the couple over his shoulder. They were tongue deep at that moment, seemingly oblivious to every one else in the diner, maybe even in the world. At least that was Jennifer’s thought as she too watched them, almost wishing that she was the girl.
“Different or not… there is a time and place for such displays of affection, and this is not either.” Joan grumbled, wrinkling up her already weathered face. “Disrespectful… absolutely disrespectful if you ask me!”
“No one did Momma.”
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Bath.” Jennifer said, pulling herself out of her misguided daydream.
“It’s not your fault dear.” Joan replied, tapping her hand atop Jennifer’s.
“Maybe I should say something to them.” Jennifer started to rise from her seat next to Joan Bath, but as she did the girl stood up, pulled a pack of smokes from her inside jacket pocket, and started to walk toward the door. Jennifer watched as the girl sashayed toward the door, and the boy watched Jennifer watch his girl. When Jennifer notice his eyes on her she sat back down, though she didn’t really understand why she had. It was as if something told her to do so, a voice inside her head, a voice that wasn’t her own. She stared into his eyes, lost to what she was going to do, and with her attention focused on him, she didn’t notice the girl had stopped at the door, locked it, lit up her smoke, and was walking back over to her man.
“Hey!” Max shouted from the kitchen, his head reaching through the order window. “You can’t smoke in here!”
Max shouting brought Jennifer out of her trance and quickly noticed that both the boy and girl were staring at her. They held each other around the waist, tight.
“Who says?” The girl asked softly, not breaking her focus on Jennifer. Her voice every bit as intoxicating as her beauty. Jennifer quickly felt her heart pick up its pace, and a fevered flush push through her body.
“I do… and so does the law.” Max was no longer in the window, he had come around from the kitchen and was just stepping behind the counter as he spoke. “Now put it out!” He demanded, his voice deeper then Jennifer could ever remember it being before. His right forefinger pointing at the girl, his face turning a odd shade of crimson.
“Don’t think so…” Was all the girl said, her voice smooth and calm as she spun in her man’s arms, brought a large pistol up over his shoulder, and fired one shot, dropping Max to the floor instantly with a large hole in the center of his forehead. The blood didn’t even have time to leak from the hole before a second shot was fired, this one from a gun in the boys hand, and Joan Bath slumped down in her seat next to Jennifer, with a hole where her right eye had been a moment before. Jennifer felt a scream build inside her body as she gazed at the lifeless body beside her, she was so in shock that she hadn’t even noticed the blood that splattered on her face, Joan Bath’s blood. Her body shook, trying to force the scream up out of her depths, but it never came, somehow it had been trapped inside and just kept growing painfully within Jennifer’s gullet.
“Disrespectful my ass…” The boy said, pulling the girl tight to him again, kissing her deep, with more passion than any person should be able to feel. “God damn I love you Mia.”
“Mmmm, I love you too Jake.” The girl responded with a smile that reached to her eyes, then she turned and shot Sheila Green dead at the cash register, two bullets into the chest, before returning Jake’s kiss. “Fuck… I’m so turned on.”
“Me too baby.” Jennifer heard, Jake say, but he sounded closer, almost beside her. Jennifer jerked back when she realized that both of them were now standing next to the table, Jake’s gun pressed against the temple of Martin Bath’s head. She didn’t hear the blast, but she saw Martin’s brains and blood splash over the window to his left, and then his body fell sideways into the booth.
The entire event, from the moment Max stepped behind the counter until Martin Bath fell dead into the booth took no more than two minutes. To Jennifer it had been a lifetime in her mind, unable to wrapped her thoughts around what had happen around her, and the impossibly short time that it had taken. She sat frozen with fear, staring into the eyes that she had moments ago want to be engulfed by.
“Maybe your little girlfriend here would like to join us?” Mia asked, kissing Jake on the cheek.
“Would you like that… Jennifer? Would you like to fuck us?” Jake asked, leaning in to her so close that Jennifer could feel his hot breath caress the flesh of her neck.
Her body trembled as his lips touched her skin, and his tongue tasted her. Jennifer wanted to scream, to run, to fight, but her body denied her wishes. She just sat there as Jake sucked the flesh of her neck into his mouth, and Mia crawled into the booth behind her. Mia reached around, grabbed Jennifer’s right breast into her unbelievably strong hand, squeezed it, and let her tongue taste Jennifer’s neck just as Jake had.
“Are you a virgin… Jennifer?” Jake asked, pulling back just far enough to see what Mia was doing to the girl, but not so far that he could not drink in the scent of her fear.
“Well, are you?” Mia asked, yanking Jennifer’s head back over the edge of the booth by her hair. “We only let virgins play with us.”
“No…” Jennifer whispered, it seemed to use all of her strength to push the tiny word from her lips. Her chest heaved as breath escaped her as if she had been running for miles. Sweat started to bead atop her milky flesh, and Mia licked it from the front of her neck. Of course it was a lie.
“No… too bad, you sure tasted good enough to be one.” Mia said, savoring the taste of Jennifer in her mouth. “Yes, too bad… I think we would have enjoyed you, Jennifer.”