Staying back from the main party, he was almost becoming part of the shadow in that little corner where he stood. The loud music almost sending ripples through his long black hair, he could barely hear himself think. Watching people come and go, seeing their mouths moving, but unable to hear the words that came from them. A couple kissing, and pawing at each other—“oh, it’s been such a long time since I did that with a girl” he thought to himself—a small group of people every now and then, and the occasional single. Most of them would glance at him, and most likely say what everybody else did every day, “hey, check out the goth wearing the white makeup and spiked collar! What a freak!”…But these small comments never bothered him, that’s just a side effect of dressing in black and wearing jewelry with spikes. Most people would call it “gothic” type dress, but to him, it was normal. He glanced down at his watch to see that he still had to stay for another three hours. “Ugh…time is taking as long as possible just to taunt me…damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have come.”

Then, somebody approached him. He knew this man; he had been a friend for a long time, and also the person responsible for getting him to the party in the first place. “Hey, Zeth” Zeth was a tall man, about 6’3”, and skinny as a rail. With a light complexion and short, brown hair, which was gelled to the point that it looked completely sodden and slicked back. He was wearing blue jeans that were barely staying up around his thighs, revealing his black and red-checkered boxer shorts, and a red Abercrombie shirt. “Hey, man…what’s up, you haven’t gotten any girls yet? What’s up, you look kind of pale.” “Shut up, smartass” “Hey, hey, man, cool down, ya know? I’m just fuckin’ with you. Seriously, though, why don’t you at least try to have some fun?” “Seriously, Zeth, you expect someone like me to be having fun in a place like this? Hell, everybody around here dresses as if they’re trying to blind one another…freaks…What’s wrong in people like yours’ minds, anyhow?” “Huh? You’re calling me a freak? Have you looked in the mirror lately, I mean, I’m not the one who paints my nails black, and wears those freakish contacts!” (The gothic man had one red cats eye contact and one whiteout contact in) “Anyhow, I’m going to go back to the party. Why don’t you get something to eat, or something? You can’t just stand there all night long.” “Wanna bet?” Replied the gothic man.

About an hour had dragged by, when another person approached him. He did not know this woman, she was about 5’3”, and even skinnier than Zeth. She had short black hair that came to the middle of her neck, slightly curling in at the ends. It didn’t move when she shook her head, but looked dry…hairspray? She was wearing tight blue jeans that hugged her nicely shaped hips, and clung to her thighs. She was wearing a long sleeved bright red shirt with no logo on it; which was, undoubtedly, supposed to make her look less pale. Alas, this wasn’t working, but luckily, the gothic man found pale complexions very enticing. The shirt clung to her, as if it were painted on, and nicely accented her upright breasts, which were neither too large, nor too small for her, and bounced nicely as she walked. Her slightly almond shaped eyes were dark brown, on the point of appearing black, but were very alive. Her dark crimson lips moved revealing almost incredulously white teeth, but the words that were procured were inaudible on account of the music. When she walked towards him, it was as if time slowed down, and everything around her became a blur. Finally she was right next to him, and about to speak directly into his ear.

“Hi, umm…could you tell me where I can get changed?” He looked around the fake-wooden interior of the house and came upon a doorway that he had seen a couple go into and emerge from within the hour…undoubtedly having a quick little get away for sex. He pointed and said, into her ear, “Yeah, I think that’s a bedroom right over there,” She said, “Thanks…just one more thing,” “Yeah?” He replied, “Could you come with me, and give me a hand?” He replied, hastily, “Sure.”

The two entered into a small bedroom with white walls, a window looking out to the street, which was covered by some black mini blinds, a television on a small stand to the right of the window, and a dresser on the other side of the window. The dark brown dresser was nicely accompanied by a dark green carpet, which also fit the dark green bedspread atop of the bed. “I noticed you’ve been alone over there for a long time…” She said. He replied, “Yeah, well, I don’t seem to fit in at these kinds of parties…umm, what did you say your name was?” “Well, I think you’re the best looking guy here, and my name is Karie, what’s yours?” “Oh, my name’s Lyle,” “Well, Lyle, I think that there’s no competition, you are definitely the sexiest guy here…I have a thing for pale, gothic, guys. Now, do you mind helping me get this off?” She started to remove her shirt, and Lyle just stood there, not sure what he should do. “Well? You going to help me get all these uncomfortable clothes off, or what?” He got it together and said “Yeah.” He then ran over and helped her get her shirt off. After her shirt was off, she put her arms around his neck, looked up at him with those twinkling eyes, and pressed her lips against his. He put his left hand on her left hip, and slowly ran his right up her side, onto her ribs, and onto her breast. He slowly caressed her breast, and she slowly ran her hands down his body to his pants, and started to unbutton and unzip them. They stopped kissing for a short period, and looked into each other’s eyes, then they furiously started kissing one another. He brought both his hands onto her breasts and caressed them, feeling their firmness in the palms of his hands. He then slipped his hands around her back and took off her bra, as she worked his pants open and reached down his pants. Then he worked her over, and laid her upon the bed, then working her pants off. He took off his pants and lay atop of her. She wrapped her arms around him and said, “Oh, Lyle…I love you so much.” Lyle kissed her and worked her panties off, then stopped kissing her, and just looked in her eyes. “Is everything all right, Lyle?” “I’m kind of hungry, actually,” Lyle said. “Umm…okay…but, I don’t think you should go out there in just boxers, but if you put your clothes back on, I’m putting mine back on, and they aren’t coming off again.” “Well, actually…I don’t have to go anywhere” he replied. “Huh? I thought you were hungry?” “Oh, I am,” “Then, you should go get something to eat,” “Oh, I am going to get something to fill me up…but I don’t have to go anywhere” “What the hell are you talking about Lyle? Fuck it, let’s just have sex, then you can go get something to eat” “Actually, I’m going to satisfy my hunger right now,” he said and began kissing her neck. “Oh, now I see…hehehe…naughty Lyle!” “AAAAHHHHH!!!” She let out a bloodcurdling scream as Lyle’s teeth sank into her jugular. He started drinking her blood, and she fought back frantically, kicking screaming, punching…but it was futile.

He filled himself, and drew his teeth from her neck, the small wounds dripping a small line of blood. “Thank you, Karie. Thank you so much for satisfying my hunger,” he said as he put his pants back on. “You know, Karie…I really like you. Actually, I like you so much, that I’m going to let you decide how I kill you! Now that’s a real privilege, I hope you enjoy this honour.” “Aah…uuhh…uhn…” Was all she could mutter because of her excessive blood loss. “Hmm…what should we do, what should we do?” He said to her as he put the rest of his clothes back on and started putting his jewelry on. “I know! How about cutting your throat, Karie? Do you like that idea?” “Uuhh…ah…” “Yeah, I don’t like that one either…to quick and painless…also too unoriginal…hmm…” “Hey, I know, how about decapitation?” “uuhhnn…uh…” “Yeah, you’re right, too messy…hmm…” “Okay, okay, I’ve got it!! All right, Karie, how about if I crucify you on that wall? Yes, I can just nail you up there and let you die like that!” “Aaaahhh” “All right, then, crucifixion it is, good choice!” He said as he finished putting his jewelry back on. “Okay, let’s see here…I need some big nails…hmm…ah, there we are, heh, heh…yes, this’ll do fine for one hand” He said as he picked up an ice pick out of one of the dresser drawers and examined it. “Okay, one down, two to go…hmm…what else can we use?” He walked over to the closet and peered in. “Hmm…must be something in here…” He said as he threw aside anonymous sports equipment. “Hey, look at this, looks like these folks are skiers! Look, isn’t this convenient, I’ll bet that a ski pole would do the trick!” He pulled out an old ski pole, the metallic blue paint mostly scraped off from multiple skiing ventures. “Hmm…should I use the other one too? Nah, too easy, let’s look for something else…hey, don’t you die on me, Karie, I haven’t nailed you yet! Ha,ha,ha” He chuckled at his own pun. “Hmm…lets see, lets see…no good, no good, no, no, no…what the hell is this shit? Okay…how about this?” He picked up a ski-edge sharpening file. “heh, heh, yes…the pointy end on this thing will work great!” (He was speaking of the end of the file that was meant to go into a handle, it’s pointed so that somebody can fit a wooden handle on it) “Okay, Karie, I need you to do something for me now. I want you to cooperate with me, not do anything stupid…” He picked her up, and leaned her against the wall, “Oh shit, need a hammer or something. Hmm…thought I saw a bat in there?” He went over to the closet and found an aluminum bat in the corner. “Hah! There you are. All right, now we can start” Her body had fallen into a sitting position against the wall. He picked her up again, and once more, leaned her against the wall. “You know, you’re a very pretty girl,” he said as he lifted her right hand up to the wall, and placed the ice pick against it. “Don’t take this personally, Karie, I like you, I really do…but we just can’t be. You’re a prep, I’m a goth,” He brought the bat onto the ice pick’s handle with a little “clink” sound, and let it slide through Karie’s flesh and into the wall on the other side of her hand, a little bit of blood spattering on the wall, and Lyle’s face “AAAHHH!!” She shrieked in pain. But, because everybody thought they were having sex, and everybody was thoroughly drunk, they all figured that she was screaming out of joy. Then a trickle of blood ran down the white wall. “Hmm…you’ve got a lot of blood in you, Karie!” He moved across her, and lifted her other hand to the wall. “You know, they say that anybody who’s crucified goes straight to heaven. But, I don’t think that’s going to happen for you. You’re as beautiful as heaven could ever be, they’ll be jealous of you there” He brought the sharpening file up to this hand. “You give the world a little bit of heaven every time you smile. Can you smile for me, Karie? Please?” She didn’t move, “Fine, be that way, Karie.” “Clink,” “AAAAAHHHHH!!” She screamed as the file found its way through two of her bones and her flesh, splattering a little blood on the left side of her face. The blood looked like little drops of tar on her white skin. “Oh, Karie, come on now, just one smile? Just show me a little more of heaven? God knows I’m not going there, so I’d like to enjoy at least a little of it while I can” He grabbed the ski pole, forced the basket off it, and folded Karie’s feet over one another. “This one’s going to hurt a little, Karie, the end on this thing isn’t sharpened very well, sorry…I feel for you, Karie, I really do” He lifted the ski pole to her feet and cocked the bat. “You know, Karie, I’m actually quite polite if you think about it. I mean, I let you decide how to be killed, and I didn’t even have sex with you first…I really am a nice guy, maybe I will go to heaven!” “Clink” “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” She screamed in agony as the blunt end found its way through her right foot. “Oh, Karie, hold on a minute…that one didn’t go all the way through. Just one more…” “Clink” “AAAAAAAHHHH!!” She let out one more shriek of incredible pain as the ski pole found its way through the rest of her feet and into the wall, a small circle of blood droplets around her feet on the white plaster. Lyle pulled the bed out from under her, so she was suspended. “Don’t worry, Karie, it’ll all be over soon, soon.”

Lyle took one last look at her, hanging there with blood dripping from all her wounds. Then turned away, unlocked the door, and walked out into the party.