Part 1, One Guitarist Short.
#1 of The Drones
ONE GUITARIST SHORT: By Ian "Plexadonn" Tucker, copyright Ian Tucker
(13,466 Words)
Indrid hated getting up this early. That morning as he awoke and glanced out the window he could see snow plummeting from the sky, this made him smile. His alarm had gone off like normal, and like always, it forced him from sleep so quickly that it had caused him to panic. He stumbled out of his bed, tripped over the crumbled blanket around his legs, and reached for it. His claws smacked the thing and it fell down to the floor. His wings hit the wind chime hanging from the ceiling, the delicate sound startling him. He reached to pick up the clock, then up to silence the metallic decoration.
A light grey dragon, Indrid Tully held great excitement for the upcoming event later that night. But that he had to stay up all through school and all day at practice for only about thirty minutes of stage time irritated him. Next, he pulled open the curtain, an extra layer--another blanket--hanging up on it to block out the light so he could sleep in on the weekends. It did not blind him like usual, for the overcast of snow was blocking the sun for the most part and his eyes adjusted comfortably.
"Get up." Came a shout and banging from his door. It was his mother; she had awoken earlier and was now leaving for work at the hospital.
"I am." He spat, still sleepy. She did it every morning and he hated it. Like she really cares if I'm late. He dressed, putting on a pair of boxers, a long sleeved dress shirt and slacks. Then his socks and shoes, then grabbed his coat from the table. All his clothes were black and the other colors or hues were tucked away, unused, in his closet.
He exited his room and left the house while grabbing his sunglasses from table near the front door and his backpack from the floor. He would not eat anything for breakfast and would rather go hungry than have to actually bother getting something out of the refrigerator or a cupboard. The tired dragon moved down a flight of steps leading from the front door to the lawn and slipped on the last, gravity bringing him to fall on his face into the snow. He stood with a growl and brushed it off.
It would take about fifteen minutes to reach the high school from his house. He had to walk in the cold, but he had done so many times he grew accustomed to it, for it had been snowing a great deal this winter in Colorado. Down the street he went, turning here and there then arriving at the school grounds. He moved past seemingly hundreds of other beings, not knowing any of them.
Indrid was not a normally social creature. There was something about him that convinced people to decide they would rather ignore him. It did not matter to him. Even if he only had one, solitary friend at the school, it would be good enough. He had a few though; he was not a complete loner.
Soon, he was in class, sitting in his typical far, back of the room corner by himself. The class was science oriented, which meant he was partially interested. Not today though. Unlike most days where he usually found himself reserved and tried to sleep on his desk, today he found a useless energy clinging about him. He would not need the energy until later that night, and he knew it would only mess up his performance if he let it out prematurely.
During the lecture, he opened his sketchbook and began doodling. With a pen on the white paper, he scratched random images of monsters and aliens doing violent things to each other and random beings. It was cold in the room.
"Hey scaley!" Stated the teacher, a squirrel, as she dropped her hand onto his paper, "Stop drawing your weird stuff and pay attention." A few of those around him, mostly mammals, chuckled.
"Yeah, sorry." He said with a smirk, glancing to the other students. As she turned to continue her nonsense, he mimicked taking his pen and jabbing it into her head. He imagined the implement driving through her flesh and puncturing numerous blood vessels, allowing the liquid to flow free of the wound and splash his hand. She would fall to the ground screaming, reaching in attempts to pull out the weapon as the other students sat and did nothing. Then he decided to draw the fantasy.
After the numb ninety minutes elapsed, he bolted from his desk and went to his next class. Orchestra, he played violin. After that was lunch, which he spent in the library looking up tablatures via the internet or reading the encyclopedias. Then another class, then another. Everyday, school ended just before the dragon went mad, and he enjoyed the walk outside to see the sun shining through the clouds.
Indrid began his walk home, humming a random tune. Unlike most others, he usually went through the parking lot to get home. Along the way, he always passed a group of grungy delinquents. It was these people that interested his path. They smoked and made out with each other mostly. Guys with their fake girlfriends, it made him sick. But there was a particular person there, one of his only friends at the school. Usually, he ignored them and passed on by, even when his friend was there. But today he wanted to say hi.
He approached a female human from behind and molested her buttocks. She turned quickly and laughed when she saw her lovely dragon standing there. Lydia Sameera was the girl, a longhaired beauty with black and violet makeup and a trench coat.
"Ooh, I like it when you touch me like that." She said with a sly tone and a giggle. She was out of place. Although she matched the others with their sedated, goth or grunge appearance, she was too upbeat and giddy to blend fully. Indrid would fit better, and he would fit into her well...
"Me too." He said plainly. Those around him became quiet. To his right was a pair of wolf lovers, to his left was a lion and tiger duo. Guys with their mannequin-esque girlfriends. She turned away from him and continued talking to them, but now she only paid half attention to what she was saying.
"Come home with me." Indrid demanded of her. Once again, she laughed, rolling her head back and grabbing his sleeve.
"Okay, let's go." She moved past him, her long, black hair hitting his face. He tried to bite the strands as they passed but only got a face full of smoke from a nearby cigarette. They began walking
down the sidewalks to Indrid's house. It took more than fifteen minutes, for Lydia in her hyperactivity kept stopping occasionally to make a comment about a car that had passed or to inspect anything dead along the way.
"I should be getting my piercing license soon." She mentioned.
"You also have a Les Paul for me, don't you?" He spat at her false promise.
"I told you to come and get it. You waited too long!"
The behavior of this female fascinated him. He had an urge to put his head forward and gorge her with his horns. He imagined the dual prongs impaling her sides, both horns penetrating her kidneys and causing her to bleed internally. He simply stared at her from behind as they walked.
"What do you wanna do when we get inside?" She asked as they stepped upon the front lawn of his house. Both beings moved across the snow, dragging their long coats through the ice as they tromped up the steps.
"Hmm..." he began, "I wonder what we could do." He snarled through a grin. She laughed and dashed to the door, threw it open and disappeared inside his house. He frowned at that, she did not even remove her wet, dirty shoes. But the act was not unpredictable, for she had done so many times before and it had become a foreplay habit. He loved it, for it gave him the feel of a hunter.
As he moved inside and saw her standing behind one of the couches, he saw that she had removed the shoes, tall, knee high, shiny boots, and was removing her heavy coat. He did the same, kicking off his wingtips and throwing his own trench into the corner. With another grin, he approached her quickly with his claws extended to grab her. She laughed and dashed around the couch to put it between him. Then they began a frantic dance of him moving to one side to achieve her and her moving to the other to avoid it.
"Come on, Indrid, catch me!" She started removing her over shirt, a low cut, low neck T-shirt, black, to reveal a black, leather brassiere. He grinned and jumped over the couch in another attempt to seize her. She screamed in excitement and dashed forth to enter the kitchen. He turned his head to watch her scurry as he removed his shirt, the damn buttons being so small as to cause him to fumble for them. He would not remove them harshly enough to rip the sewing though; he had too much respect for his expensive clothing to do so. But he would rip Lydia's skirt off in shreds if he could only catch her.
He went after her again, stepping past the couch to follow her into the kitchen. Past the kitchen was the dining room, here she led him, seductively unzipping the first four inches of her skirt. He stopped at a chair and watched her glance behind her shoulder to lick her black-painted lips, the pink tongue sliding along them. He wanted to put his tongue into her mouth and bite hers till it bled. He was imagining doing so when she turned and brandished a knife that was intended for cutting meat or vegetables. She had taken it from the counter.
Indrid gasped wide-eyed as she pulled her arm back and flung it at him. He dove against the wall and covered his eyes as it zipped past and hit the floor in the sitting room. He looked to the knife as it tumbled to a stop, then looked back to her as she laughed and leaned on the wall in attempts to be sexy.
"Jesus Christ, Lydia!" He shouted.
"Come on, scaley baby... I'm waiting." Then with a fling of her hair she unzipped the skirt fully and let it fall to the floor. There she stood with her almost white pallor, a thong barley covering her vulva and fully exposing the irresistible curves of her pelvis. He grinned and dashed for her, his wings cutting the air, and she began the chase again. He was closer this time and managed to leap upon her and throw her against the dining room table.
With a shout of both pain and joy, she hit the furniture and turned to push him away. He grabbed both her wrists and scowled, glaring into her eyes. Hers were green, and the dragon's were blue. But in the darkness of the house, his vertical pupils had dilated enough to make them look black. He leaned forward and rubbed his snout against her cheek, taking in her scent. Lydia wrapped one of her thighs around his leg and tried to bend his knee to push him over, but he knew of this action and held her tight, keeping his legs sturdy below him.
Knowing she could not get away, she complied and pushed up against him and wrapped both legs around his hips. He pulled her up and moved her onto the flat surface where he licked the entire side of her face. She moaned his name and gigged as he let go of her wrists. She instantly seized the dragon's shoulders and squeezed, enjoying the feel of his smooth scales. He continued licking her flesh along her neck and at the sharp bony shoulders. He could see blood vessels underneath the white skin and sunk his teeth into it.
She groaned and pushed down on his head as the front four fangs of his jaws pierced her flesh and entered the dermis. He knew exactly how hard to clamp his maw and was careful not to pierce to the muscle. He closed his eyes and jerked his head from side to side to ease the wounds wider, but not deeper, and waited till he could taste her oozing blood before releasing. As he moved his head up, leaving trails of saliva stretching from his lips to her shoulder, he saw the four marks slowly dripping the crimson fluid.
"Oh, thirsty are we?" She asked, touching her blood then wiping her moistened fingers across his muzzle. Indrid chuckled and bit down on her hand, this time not damaging. She groaned and he laughed again. She could feel his hot breath rushing from his throat and she gripped his jaw, pulling it toward her where she licked his forehead. Reaching to grasp a horn, the human rubbed her tongue along the base of it and put the sharp appendage into her mouth. It was a dangerous thing to do, for if the dragon raised his head up suddenly he would stab her soft palate.
But he was too interested in her bite marks. From those very wounds he had given her, he began lapping the blood hungrily. Indrid was gripping her sides with all ten claws and slowly began putting pressure on them, placing each digit between the ribs and dragging them forward. He would not scratch her, for he did not want her to have too many ugly scars for the remainder of her life. The slight pain invigorated her and she scurried from his grip, pushing up and doing a backwards crab walk across the table. Indrid thought it looked very odd.
She rolled on her side and landed on the floor, dashing forward and around it. He wasted no time in his chase. She led him in a circle around the edifice then back through the kitchen. The dragon watched if Lydia grabbed another weapon for later use. She did not, and as she moved through the sitting room, she did not try to retrieve that previous blade. He knew where she was going, but was not sure if she would head straight there or pause a few more times to tease him.
Fortunately, no further teasing commenced, and it was good at that, for he was overly eager to get to the more demented things. She stepped down the carpeted staircase, into the basement and into a blackened hallway. Her goal was the room at the end on the left with glow in the dark stickers on the front. She tried to pass through but found it locked. Then he stood in the hall, both arms up on either wall, and stared at her. He had nocturnal vision, the human had not, and she could not see his face. The faint silhouette of his slender wings and sharp horns gave her chills.
"Looks like I'm cornered." She whispered, her voice resonating with pseudo-fear.
"Yes. I have cornered my prey." He approached her and gripped her upper arm. "I'll enjoy chewing your meat." Then he knelt to peel back a section of carpet to reveal the hidden key. He unlocked the door and she moved inside before he was able to open for her. He was, after all, a gentleman was he not? She knew where the light switch was, and when she flipped it on, Indrid caught sight of her rounded rump, wiggling as she walked past the table in the center.
The room was plain. White walls, a grey linoleum floor, a few chairs to one side, a pile of nylon straps next to them. One was a harness, a few were restraints, and there was a ball gag somewhere underneath it all. He glanced to his human 'prey', then to the bondage gear yonder. He moved to pick up the harness and walked around the center table to get it on her. Once again, she positioned herself opposite of him across the furniture. Indrid hopped up and slid across the table to catch her if she ran. Lydia stayed there though, and when the dragon reached to grasp her, she brought up her hidden item and encircled his wrist with it as he neared her.
The handcuffs had been sitting there in plain sight, and he wondered how she had taken them without him hearing it. It was too late now and he was losing the game. She quickly fastened the second cuff to the edge of the table, where a hole had been drilled for such a purpose. With forward momentum, he found himself yanked on the device. He snarled angrily and swiped at her with full force using his free arm, with all five claws. The attack would have caused severe lacerations on her abdomen and face had she not jumped back in anticipation and pressed her body against the wall.
Indrid stared at her, his eyes now adjusted to the brighter light of the basement room, his frustration diminishing with each second. Soon, his scowl turned to a smirk and he leaned back on the table, placing both hands upon it. Lydia then finally removed her bra. She tossed it too him and he eagerly grabbed it as it soared. He grinned and licked the inside of it, hoping that trace amounts of blood would be on it.
"There you go, my little lizard, calm down. You can trust me." He expected her to approach, he wanted her too, he wanted her badly and was feeling himself become aroused at the sight of her chest, but she casually moved to the corner. Here, Indrid had set up an old stereo with enlarged speakers that stretched to all four corners of the room via extended wires. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"We have to have something good to listen to, don't we?" She began searching through a nearby CD folder, and Indrid shrugged.
"I guess..."
"Let's see what you got. Hmm, Cradle of Filth, that's good, okay?"
"Perfect." He said with indifference. Although Cradle was one of his favorite band, he was more interested in the human's body and wished she would get on with their hobby. After putting in a CD that Indrid could not yet determine, she moved back to his proximity and stretched. He growled and glared at the human still out of reach.
As the opening sounds of Midian filled the room, Lydia moved towards him slowly, Indrid curling his fingers in the lust for her flesh. She pressed against his body with hers, the trapped dragon reaching up to fondle her breasts. Lydia gently placed both hands on either side of his head and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He responded by flicking his own, forked tongue against hers and purred.
Once again, she began rubbing her thighs on his own and his hips. The human halted the kiss before he wanted but did not disappoint him as she reached down to unbutton and unzip his pants. She pulled them off, along with his socks and stood back to observe him. She was such a tease. Then in again with her groping, Lydia moving her hand against his emerging sex organ while biting his ear. He smiled and groaned in pleasure. Indrid very much enjoyed how the wounds he inflicted her with earlier were still trailing, two clean lines of her delicious blood running down her left breast, his left. But the dragon did not want the blood to coagulate, and he began licking them to break away the platelets. She would not bleed out, it would take more than that sort of bite to do so, and she would not allow it. Though he would not allow her to stop her own hemorrhage if the blood flow became too excessive.
After his phallus had grown to its full size and filled her stroking palm, she knelt to pull down his boxers. She stopped and looked at him with a laugh.
"You have no testicles!" She spun around to gather his clothes and throw them into the corner.
"So what?" He wondered, but it was unimportant. Soon she was on her knees in front of his smooth, grey body and began stimulating his cock with her tongue. The dragon hissed and tried to seize her hair but she bit down hard in protest.
"Ow!" He countered, "You fucking whore!" Lydia glared up at him with a frown.
"You know I don't like you to do that, you fag."
"Fine!" He said, drawing the single word out to last for a whole five seconds. Lydia resumed her fellatio, the dragon this time gently petting her head. He had always liked to run his claws through the long, black tresses and pull them back from her face so he could gaze into her eyes. He could not see her eyes now, though, he simply watched as the human used her whole head to move her mouth along the shaft of his member.
Indrid was not particularly well endowed, the average size for his age of eighteen of about fifteen centimeters. He knew better than to worry about his size when it was not the act of pure phallic attention that truly excited him. As the human continuously sucked on him, pulling the erection in and out of her mouth, he fantasized again. His penis was sharp now, and he could easily grasp her head and thrust his hips forward to impale the back of her head. The red rush would flow over his genitals, and that slick, warm flood would be enough to induce his orgasm.
Although the thoughts added eroticism to her already sufficient attention, he found himself distracted. It was common, for Indrid had a ridiculously bad attention span. He found himself singing the words to the music, imitating the singer's low, droning growl perfectly.
"Am I nothing?" She asked, grabbing his phallus and pulling down to cause a dull pain. He winced and grabbed it to pull it back up, "God, you can't even pay attention." She laughed and stood up, leaning against him, propped up on her toes. She glared into his optics as she slid his cock between her thighs and rubbed it against the protection of her thong. He hissed again.
"Stick it in baby."
"Oh, wouldn't you like me to!"
He grunted as she grabbed his throat and began forcing him up onto the table to lay supine. Then a set of cuffs was pulled from the ceiling harness, a group of leather and nylon straps with chrome buttons, and she secured his other hand to the opposite side of the table.
Lydia straddled him as he lay in full vulnerability and began rubbing his broad chest. Indrid was out of shape, but lucky enough to have inherited a high metabolism and lean physique to allow him to keep a slim figure with some visible muscle tone without proper diet or exercise. This human interaction was his preferred form of exercise, and his preferred diet was the human's blood.
Lydia's mind was working, coming up with ideas. Her masochistic friend was asking her for as much as she would offer, and being the epicurean sadist, she would spend her hurtful energy on him well. She knew what he liked and where he liked it and the levels of both.
Indrid had hurt her in a minor way with his biting, and she had yet to do anything to him.
There was a drawer in the table that held their favorite utensils. Before that, however, Lydia decided that she would give herself some pleasure. The human reached to rip off her thong and throw it into the pile in the corner. Quickly, she positioned his penis into her vulva and slowly let it penetrate her. Both creatures growled.
She humped him, bucking her hips vertically to give friction against her clitoris and bring her to that high-pitched moaning that always got Indrid to chuckling. She was careful not to pump him too fast for too long for risk of his insemination. He would tell her when his climax would approach, but she still liked to have control. Lydia had originally demanded that he use a condom, but after many times of
convincing her he would be careful, she got used to the risk of it.
And so it went on for several minutes, Lydia riding him in sporadic patterns of speed and vigor, while he stared at her with his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. Her estrus drove his senses wild and the inability to hump her in return was irritating but equally entertaining. Whenever he tried to buck upwards she would raise herself till he could not penetrate, then resume. It was their game.
After another minute of their intercourse, she gaped in disbelief as he began to sing along again, imitating the now indecipherable screeching. This time she let his cock slip from her slot and wrapped both hands around his muzzle. It caused him to bite his tongue and it hurt. With a thrash of his head, he got her to let go.
"God damn you! I'm sorry!" He growled as he tasted his own blood from his tongue.
"I know what it is. You want this..." She leaned forward onto her hands and knees and reached to the side of the table to open a drawer. Her breast came within licking distance of the dragon and he stretched his elongated neck as much as he could to lap at those white mounds hanging in front of him.
Lydia leaned back, ceasing his lickery before he could start it, holding some needles and a knife. His eyes grew wide in excitement as she placed the needles upon his heaving chest. Then she held the knife in both hands and dragged her tongue along the flat side. It was a ceremonial dagger, not just a knife, silver with a black handle with carved inlays in the wooden handle. It was blasphemy to use it in this manner, but Indrid had many others and he could easily bless it again.
"I could cut your heart out." She said with a giggle.
"Yeah! And we can eat it together before I die!" He spat with a maniacal grin. She smirked and pointed the blade to her own heart, holding it perpendicular with her torso. With the tip against her skin, she began pushing and turning the knife. She moaned as the drill effect caused more blood to ooze, a thick drop of her crimson matter sliding down to thrill him. Lydia sat there and allowed him to watch as the drop continued falling towards her waist then past those hips to her navel, where it stopped.
"Ooh... I just wanna carve you up!"
"Do it!" She grinned and held the knife at head level, the blade pointed down to his body.
"You want it?"
"Ooohh yeah!" She nodded and thrust down the blade, missing his torso completely, stabbing it into the wooden tabletop through the tender flap of his wing.
Indrid howled in pain, genuine agony, deafening her. The dragon could hear the damage to his flesh along with the thud of the knife penetrating the wood. His heart sped up, he scowled at her but said nothing, breathing through his teeth, hissing and spitting out bloody saliva. She just watched with amusement.
"God, I'm never gonna get used to that." He commented with a chuckle. The injury to his wing stung fiercely and he struggled to concentrate on her instead, concentrate on her hands fumbling with his phallus as she slid it inside of her again. Like several times before, the pain from his wing became lightly masked by the talented lap dancing of his human abuser and he once again lost his thoughts to pleasure.
"I've almost got my piercing license," she reminded with another giggle, holding up some pins, "you wanna get pierced?"
"Sure, where?"
"Your ear."
"Okay, use the nine gauge." She agreed and separated the mentioned needle from the bunch and once again leaned forward. He instinctively tried to wrap his arms around her, but in the knifing and fornication, he had forgotten about the restraints and clanked his wrists hard against them. She paid it no heed and proceeded to drive the needle through his right earlobe.
This pain was inferior, having been impaled by her in such a way several times before, but he enjoyed the sound of his punctured flesh just as much. Indrid always let the punctures heal over, the dragon not caring for earrings too much. She had also offered a tattoo, but he held equal interest with those.
"You want one through your tongue?"
"I just bit my tongue, there's prolly a hole in it already!"
"How bout through your eyelids?" He scoffed and tilted his head away from her face.
"Don't you fucking touch me again!"
"Should I slit my throat and shower with my life waters?" He grinned maliciously, enjoying the thought of bathing in her.
"I wish you would." She snickered and put the needles back into their places except the nine gauge, keeping it on the top. The others had not been used, so Indrid would not need to sterilize them for later use. The knife and nine gauge, yes, but that would come later. After he came.
Lydia became weary of the episode, so she decided to give him his release. Wobbling off him, she seized his phallus and began forcefully, speedily jerking it. He growled as the orgasm came and he shot his load out onto his own chest. He groaned in disgust at having his own spooge on him like that and he struggled to get free.
"Okay, get me out of here and clean this shit off!" He demanded of her. Predictably, she took her sweet ass time. After un-cuffing him and moving to get her clothes, he pulled out the knife, grabbed the harness from the ceiling and lunged at her with it. Lydia saw it in her peripheral vision and lunged as well, away from him, past the stereo and knocking over one of his guitars. An Ibanez S, it had been precariously propped against the main stereo body and slid to the
hard floor, the head crashing first.
"Fuck!" He shrieked in disbelief. This act of her rambunctious action was beyond the knife throwing. Dropping the knife and straps, he pushed her out of his way while grabbing his shirt from the pile to wipeoff the mess on his front side.
"Damn it, Lydia, it's gonna be all fucked up now."
He picked the instrument up and began plucking the strings to hear the extent of the damage.
"It's not the end of the world. You can tune it up again."
"Yeah, but I'm using it tonight. Remember?" He knew she was right; he could easily tune the strings back to their original tuning, but he was an obsessive guitarist and overly protective, with an unnecessarily high respect for any musical instrument. She had, in fact, knocked over one of his children. She knew of this, obviously, and knew how hypocritical he was, claiming such a respect for his guitars yet leaving them exposed like that, susceptible to being knocked over just like she had done.
She gathered her under garments and ran upstairs. He followed, after donning his boxers, holding his child, and walked to the piano in the sitting room where he proceeded to fix the problem. She grabbed a box of cookies from the kitchen and wandered into the lavatory. The front door began to unlock. His mother was home. He almost the dropped his baby in panic, but settled for placing it down carefully against the bench.
Indrid knew that his mother was aware of his romantic involvement with someone; she did not know it was Lydia, or of their goings on downstairs. She had seen his religious paraphernalia and he explained it was merely random collectibles. Upon seeing his basement room with the harness, he admitted to using it with a girl. She was not upset, for all she heard was 'girl'. That made her happy, for his older brother had been a homosexual.
Nevertheless, if she saw Lydia in her bathroom, naked, she would kick her son out fast. Indrid rushed into the lavatory and closed them both in. The human giggled, thinking he was playing. But she became seriously distressed when told of the situation. The dragon opened the window and told her to crawl through it.
"No! It's snowing!"
"Get out there or I'll kill you and hide your rotten corpse. Now go!"
"Indrid, is that you?" Came a call from outside the door. It startled both of them, and Lydia muffled a gasp as she clambered through and fell to the ground outside, crashing through a bush.
"Yeah. Hi mom."
"Is someone in there with you?"
"No, why?"
"Oh, never mind." Indrid stuck his head out the window to see Lydia's backside and legs run around the corner. He exited and looked about the sitting room for her clothes. They were on the floor in front of the couch. Lydia had evidently retrieved her skirt from the dining room and the other articles scattered about.
As he moved forward to retrieve them, he felt the blood from his love wound flowing down his wing and he was quick to catch it before it dripped to stain the carpet. He gathered Lydia's clothes and headed for the door, wiping his blood off on them, mostly on the bra, as that was the first thing on top.
"Where are you going?" She asked as she came back from the dining room.
"Uh... I'm gonna hang up my jacket." He was careful to fold his wings inward to his body to conceal the wound from her sight.
"That's not yours, whose is it?"
"Yeah it is. What are you talking about?"
"That's not yours." She repeated, pointing to his real coat on the floor. "That is." He glanced at it, trying to act surprised.
"Oh, yeah that's mine. This one is uh... Nick's. He left it here a few days ago, I wonder how I confused them." He dropped Lydia's clothes and went to take his coat up in his arms; the ruse would have to work, his life depended on it. The mother lost interest and entered a hallway that led to her bedroom. Indrid was quick to open the door and throw Lydia her clothes. She stood out there in the snow, her feet freezing to numbness, but he did not see her in his rush. Indrid was not sloppy and he was quick to return the knife lying in the sitting room to its place then run down to his basement room to clean up.
Lydia growled, rolling her eyes, and put her clothes on. If anyone out there had seen her nudity, she did not care. She walked home then, the trailer park about a mile from her dragon sex-toy's house. The bite wounds on her neck were beginning to irritate her and her mood quickly shifted to fed up.
At the time of their sexual encounter, she had enjoyed it. Yet now she was able to see how carnal it had all been; Indrid only got off on seeing and feeling pain, regardless of whose it was. He did not love her, not even as a friend really, though she is what he considered his best friend. He was a typical teenager in every sense; his thoughts were focused on satisfying his id; sex and other pleasures.
That night, she was with him again. They were at an amphitheater, and she was not actually with him. Both Indrid and Lydia had been picked up by their mutual friend Jeffrey Laird. Jeff, a dark brown wolf of medium height, long hair and glasses, was an adult that lived close to Indrid. Because Indrid had not yet gotten his license, he required some assistance in bringing his equipment to the theatre that night. Jeff did not mind, they had been friends longer than either of them knew Lydia, and was glad to help so he could hang out with the dragon and the human.
Jeff sat not so close to the stage, for the music was not of particular interest and he did not care for the deafening volume. Lydia loved it though, and she loved watching Indrid play his guitar. Their first song started with the dragon playing some staccato riffs around the upper frets, and then the other instruments joined in for some heavy, fast, black metal. When Nick, their singer, began screeching, everyone around her began moshing. She would not join. She stayed next to Indrid's monitor and watched the entire thing straight through. Her ears would ring for the remainder of the evening and all next day.
After their set, she asked Nick and the drummer, who was in charge of booking the gigs, when their demo was to be released, but they were still not sure. During the break, Indrid, Lydia and Jeff loitered outside as the second band set up. Indrid's band mates never usually stayed for the others' sets. Their singer, drummer, bassist and keyboard player had left, while the second guitarist, a black lab, stayed to talk with his dragon friend.
"Your music is still weird, Indrid." The wolf told him.
"Do you know why it snowed today?" Jeff was ready to tell him of the weather conditions that had occurred to engender snowfall, but the dragon had his own reason.
"It was a tribute to us. In anticipation for the concert, it snowed in our honor, the gods of the Norse conjuring it as if to simulate the very weather that birthed our music from the frozen north. Say goodbye to your rain, for the blackness will take over very soon."
"Hell yeah!" Agreed the other guitarist with a laugh.
"That made no sense." Jeff told him.
"Lydia." Began Indrid, "You wanna come home with us tonight?" He meant that he and his friend were going to the latter's house for the night and was indicating a three-way; neither of them wanted any part of it, and he was not serious anyway.
"No thanks, I'm going home with Jeff tonight. You can have Ken all by yourself."
"Hooray." Indrid breathed. He and Ken were tired from the concert and both were ready to crash as soon as they got to his house. The grey dragon and his canine friend said goodbye to the others and left, packing their guitars, amps and pedals into a van and driving off. Indrid did not take his usual groping farewell with Lydia.
Soon, Lydia and Jeff boarded the wolf's vehicle, a crummy, yellow Volkswagen, and drove down the highway towards her trailer park. Along the way, she mentioned that she would like to stop by a nearby grocery department and purchase stuff for their night. He was not planning to spend the night, for he had to be sure to feed his pets at home.
He parked and they entered. Jeff took a pack of cigarettes and a case of beer. She grabbed a box of condoms. At this, Jeff gave her a quizzical look. The wolf immediately understood what she was suggesting, and he was enjoying the notion.
"Do we need that many?"
"Why not? We'll use them all up pretty soon." Then that irritating laugh sounded, he did not like her laugh. But Jeff had always liked her face. He liked how smooth and pale her skin was and how gentle but demanding her touch was. Then her scent... Jeff had noticed earlier that Indrid was all over her.
"You know you're not gonna pull that kind of shit on me. No biting or scratching or cutting..." Whenever Jeff spoke, to whoever it was, he always enunciated his syllables and had a way of emphasizing certain things to make his conversations very compelling, even when about trivial things.
"You're no fun." Another giggle. He smirked and looked ahead as the cashier, a human, rung up their stuff. They paid in currency and left, into the car and down more streets. Turning onto a back road and going across the canal, they entered a rural area dominated by farms and trailers. Lydia's was close by and they achieved it in only a minute. All the lights were off, and there was no lamppost in the vicinity. Hers was the only trailer with the light on, so there
was probably someone inside.
"My little sister's home, but she's in bed now. Mom
won't be back till tomorrow, we're all by ourselves." Jeff stopped at the porch, a cement square fitted into the dirt of the front lawn.
"I'm not gonna get freaky with you when your eight year old sister is asleep in the next room." He explained, but she disregarded it, pulling him inside.
"It doesn't matter, she doesn't know any better. If she sees us, I'll take care of it." He shook his head with apprehension. Even this wolf had some morals, and this was very irresponsible of him. But as he caught a glimpse of her round posterior as she dropped her trench coat from her shoulders to the floor, he grinned at the thought of having her against him. Both beings entered and removed their footwear, Jeff wore combat boots and they were slick with the wet snow. Lydia stripped to her bra by habit of being in her home and the wolf dropping to the couch gave it no thought.
He sighed and placed the beers on the table in front of him, past it was a TV and stereo, both surrounded in a large case. He opened the top of the bottle and began to drink the beverage. Lydia had left to use the lavatory. The environment was clean, there was not the usual trash strewn about like normal, then again, Jeff had not been here many times before. The light here in the sitting room was off, the kitchen's light was on, and he could see the light from Lydia's position shining through the crack between the hinged panel and
white carpet.
Jeff then noticed two remotes on the table, one for the TV and another for the stereo. Since the TV remote was useless to him, he took up the other and turned on the stereo with a click. After the machine spent a few moments to read the CD, it blasted out with the music of Dimmu Borgir. He scowled and was tempted to throw his beer bottle at it. Then he realized that it was a three-disc contraption, so he chose to skip to the next disc instead. He smiled as Alice in Chains came on and he turned down the volume considerably.
Lydia reappeared in the next moment. She had donned an overlarge T-shirt with the previous Norwegian band on the front and Jeff commented her on it. She crawled onto the table, took one of the bottles for herself, and swigged along with him, sitting on her knees in front of him.
"Maybe you should take the shirt off instead." He advised with a grin and another chug.
"Oh, you want me to take my clothes off, huh?" It entertained her. She giggled.
"Yes, maybe you'd like me to drench you in fresh beer as well."
"No, you'll ruin the carpet."
"Yeah, and I'd rather not waste beer on your fast ass." She leaned forward and grabbed his muzzle, pulling him close to her face.
"You just ask Indrid how fast I am." Then another laugh as she leaned back and began rubbing her thighs with both hands. Jeff grinned and sat back, unbuttoning his jeans. The strip tease began with the human throwing both arms into the air and thrashing her upper torso about to the beat of the grunge emanating from the speaker behind her. Her hair spread across the air in arcs like crests of waves from a black ocean, the strands scattering in fanned luster.
Then, pulling the tresses back from her face she leaned down and began jerking her hips in circular motions in the air with the occasional slap from her palm. The wolf laughed and leaned forward to offer a slap of his own, but Lydia shoved him back onto the couch, standing to place a foot against his stomach to pin him. They were interrupted then, for as Lydia reached to pull of the shirt, a little girl appeared in the hall.
"When'd you get home?" She asked.
"Shit!" Jeff spoke in surprise; Lydia was not startled as he though. She jumped down from the table and ran to her sister.
"It's all right. Go back to bed. We're doing stuff you don't need to be seeing."
"What are you doing?" Further questioned the child while being led back to her bedroom.
"We're playing, this how adults play. Now don't come back out till morning. If you have to go, hold it."
"But you're not an adult."
"What? Yes I am, don't listen to mom!" With the slam of the door, Lydia returned to her distracted wolf boy.
"That was your great idea?" He asked of her.
"Oh, who gives a shit about her?" The human stepped past the table, no longer wanting to use the platform as her stage, and stood directly in front of him. He ran his empty hand up along her leg, the tight slacks of black with red pin stripes allowing her curves to show their definition. She had been wearing a skirt earlier that day, for some reason, she changed into pants for the show. Finally, Lydia removed the shirt, pulling it off quickly and revealing her bra once again, a leather piece of erotica.
"What the fuck is that?" Jeff asked with an amused grin, indicating her bite marks.
"The dragon gave them to me. You like them?"
"He might be poisonous. Like those komodo dragons, you know?"
"I would have died a long time ago." He shook his head and sniffed the air.
"I can smell his blood." She laughed again, she was amused easily, "I swear to god, you guys are insane."
She was ready to begin her lap dancing when a slower, down-tempo song sounded, and she could not resist some further stripping. Lydia moved back onto the table, all fours, and began a strange, slow, mildly provocative grind in the air. More swaying of her head and hair, slower this time, as she ran both her hands along her ribs and hips, sliding the long fingers, the nails painted black, into her slacks and slowly unzipping them.
"Down in a Hole." Jeff said, the phrase causing them
both to chuckle.
Lydia continued with her motions, downward pushing of her hands to ease the pants towards her knees. Then she twisted herself in order to lay her back on the table while throwing both legs into the air above her. One limb at a time, she pulled the clothing off, slowly bringing a knee to her face as she did the other.
Jeff grinned again and continued to drink. Now the human was in her under garments for the second time today, and she was equally as craving for the lusty attention from this male before her. Unlike Indrid that noon, Jeff was not of the sharing of pain and rough touching. She knew it well, and she could not allow herself even the pleasure of torturing him, knowing that the energy would be wasted on his apathy.
The wolf did not see the thin human as a device for his sick pleasure, as the dragon did. He did not take casual sex nearly as frequently as Indrid; moreover, he enjoyed a dual romantic emotion from his partner. Indrid only cared about having a body with blood inside of it; Jeff cared for a mind that he could relate to. He was one that took lovers, not girlfriends. Yet he was not in love with this girl,
for he would not allow himself that emotion knowing she would never return it. He liked her, she liked him, and he knew she was capable of passionate love as much as sick sex.
Then they were startled as his cellular phone rang. He quickly fumbled for it in his jacket and answered it, "Yeah... oh, hi.... No, I'm at uh, Indrid's... yeah he needed a ride and we stayed late to help pack up... yeah, I'll see you tomorrow... sorry babe... all right, bye."
"Was that your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, I was supposed to call her at twelve, damn it. I forgot." He felt bad for deceiving her, but then again, he felt bad for leading her this long when he never really liked her.
Lydia took his beer from him and placed it on her stage. She wanted him wearing no more than she, so she began removing his bomber jacket and white, ragged T-shirt. The articles slid of his body and messed his hair, and when he tried to straighten it, she stopped him and did it herself. He cooperated as the human sat next to him and sighed at the feel of her gripping his chest. Lydia began petting him, sliding both of her hands across his built pectorals and shoulders, gripping his biceps and pressing her fingers along his abs.
Jeff worked out frequently. With nothing better to do than to work at a restaurant down the street, he had an old set of weights that he spent a lot of his time on. Whereas Indrid could pull off looking buff with his reptilian physiology, Jeff actually held weight and muscle strength on him.
On a particular evening, both Indrid and the wolf were under the influence of alcohol and marijuana, and had gotten into a fight over something both forgot the next day. During the brawl, it was evident who was stronger as the wolf had easily taken the dragon into his grip, raised him upward and flung him into the windshield of a car. The vehicle belonged to someone unknown to them, and with the fight having been outside of a bar, they both took off in Jeff's car to avoid being killed by that person.
Lydia straddled him and began stroking his long hair. Then a kiss, gentle at first then progressing into fierce, yet staying composed all the time. She moaned as she started to grind into his hips, grabbing his pointed ears, plying her fingers around the base, and stretching her palms along the scalp to his great pleasure.
Jeff had taken the liberty of lightly drawing his paws up her back, using his claws to tickle and scratch her. As soon as he felt the leather of her brassiere, he removed it. It zipped in the front, and he had to move both hands in front to get to it. Lydia felt what he was doing and she broke her intense petting and kissing to lean back and allowed his hands the proper ability to undress her.
He did so slowly, drawing out the zipper's signature crunching as the teeth were pulled apart, then tossed it to the floor. She continued to grind on him, bumping her hips against his abdomen as he reached to caress her breasts. He was not inclined to tongue baths like she and Indrid were, but he knew that she enjoyed that kind of attention.
Sharing her own style of pleasure, he pulled her forward and softly lapped at one of them, taking the entire breast in one hand. She chuckled and pushed against his tongue, enticing him to lick her more extensively, and he obeyed. Moving his lips to her nipple, he began lapping at it wetly, circling his tongue around the areola and grazing her delicate flesh with his teeth.
He noticed her arousal before she noticed his. Jeff could easily say to her 'Hey, I'm getting horny' but he knew it would ruin it all and she would simply make fun of him. Lydia knew soon enough though as the pressure of his erection became undeniable. She reached to grope him, enjoying how much larger he was than Indrid. But he was a wolf, and it was to be expected. Lydia knew that she would have to skip the distance teasing and domination that she showed with the dragon. Yet she was so used to Indrid's mechanical treatment that she had grown accustomed to it, and was ready to allow him to penetrate her.
"Hey!" He stated as she unzipped him, pulling the jeans and underwear down to his feet.
"What? You want it don't you?"
"Yeah, but take your freakin' time, 'aight?" She smirked and shrugged, "Okay." Then she took a position on her knees, hanging both arms on his thighs and began tickling his member. It was red, unlike the dragon's light pink, and both longer and wider. It felt better inside of her, especially with that ridiculous bulge at the base of it. She could feel it throb with his pulse, and merely the anticipation of the upcoming penetration made her own genitals rush with blood and moisture.
After pulling her hair back from her face, Lydia leaned down and began licking his testicles. That sort of external organ was present in the mammal, and it gave her less of a reason to mock him. She felt each one in her mouth, the sharp fur on them sticking her tongue lightly. Then up along the shaft went that prodding appendage, causing Jeff to sigh contentedly. It was already leaking fluid from the tip, and she lapped at it. It was tasteless to her.
The human had just begun to stroke him when another interruption came. Through the front door strode another female human, this one thin and pale as well, a sort of buzzed mohawk, and less of a reason to be here than her sister in the room asleep. She had been casual in her entrance, but stopped at the scene before her.
"God, it seems that you're always fucking someone when I need something." She said, Jeff gave her a look of disgust and covered himself in the lack of dignity.
"What do you want, Ronda?"
"Fred called me and said--"
"Later!" Shouted the wolf in frustration, "All right? Jesus Christ, can't you see that we're--"
"Fine, I'll come back later." She said with offense and sarcasm, rolling her eyes and returning to wherever she had come. Jeff sighed and looked back to Lydia who laughed and continued to stroke him. He had become irritated with the entire situation and was prepared to leave; this sort of half-fast attention was no way to enjoy a beauty such as Lydia. The entire evening was unraveling into a big waste of time. This encounter with Lydia was the only that was supposed to be of any worth for this week, and it was soon to be dumped.
As Lydia began to suck on him fully he reached into the bag from the store on their drive here. She ignored it, thinking he was getting comfortable. He ripped open the pack of cigarettes and placed one in his mouth then lit it with a lighter that he produced from his jacket pocket. He drug from it heavily and leaned his head back, letting the smoky air expire from his lungs and fill the immediate air with grey
obscurity. It created a smooth, billowing plume, but was split into distortion as Lydia raised her head up into it.
"God, Jeff," she said as she took the butt from him and sucked on it once, "you're just as bad as Indrid."
"Whadaya mean?" He asked with a squint. She leaned forward to press the burning end against his chest. His fur served as a minor protection from the singe, but he still felt it, and slapped her hand away violently in reflex.
"What the fuck are you thinking?" He asked stupefied.
"Me? Oh, just how to piss you off, I guess." Then she reached for the bag and produced a package of her own. Ripping it open as well, she fumbled with the wrapping of a condom and proceeded to apply it on him. He smiled as he forgot his anger and frustrations; it was now for that contact that he wanted and had daydreamed about for over a week now.
She stood then, backed up a bit, and ripped off the thong again. It was ruined this time, and she held it in her hand to view.
"God damn it! This was the best one I had."
"I'll buy you another one, dear, don't worry." She giggled and forgot about it, dropping the torn underwear to the floor, along with the cigarette.
"You're gonna catch the place on fire." Jeff mentioned, so Lydia stepped on it, burning the flesh of her heel, but she did not seem to mind that minor pain. Seeing her indulge herself on agony such as that made him want to pull her onto him and get it over with. He merely watched her with impatient eyes. Even though her behavior had been somewhat exciting, the two interruptions and her two actions with the cancer stick had nearly disenchanted him from the act.
But then she straddled him for a second time and he caught scent and sight of her sex area. He glanced down and licked his lips, staring at the wet, pink slit of tender tissue. It was quite attractive to him, for it was perfect. He immediately felt an urge to taste her, and he tried. Yet the strain from bending his back and neck to awkwardly lap at her and not get satisfactory contact convinced him to forget it and allow Lydia to push him back. That forceful aggression did not bother him, he liked it fairly rough after all, but it was the twisted crap that bothered him, 'and if she gets distracted one more time, I swear...'
Lydia's own pleasure was from giving him pleasure. She enjoyed tasting him, yes, and enjoyed the kinesthetics of jerking about on the table. It was the act of teasing and stimulating her men that gave her excitement, then the release of it all when they finished with the males' orgasm. She could go without an orgasm, it was nice to have one, but it was not the thing she cared for. Having such an affect on the wolf and the dragon gave her a kind of importance in her life.
Lydia never really had a successfully happy childhood or good family life. But she did not grow into her age an undisciplined or miserable person. She did not consider herself a slut; neither did anyone else, for she chose her partners carefully. She had learned to
moderate her sexual actions with those casual, social ones, and drew from them a reputation as a good friend--although with ambiguous moods and personas--and also an attractive sex maniac. To both Indrid and Jeff, she rocked.
Lydia then tilted forward, tilting his head up, and licked his lips. Slowly, she eased his cock inside of her. She gasped as half of it entered her and he groaned through his typical, never-ending, Jeffrey smile. In then out to ease the muscles of her vagina and stretch them to allow full penetration, Lydia was soon upon him fully and began pumping her hips, very smooth and slowly. Both their respirations began to accelerate as Jeff gripped her sides lightly and watched her form move vertically, perfectly, so.
It had been a while for the poor wolf, and he came quickly, ending the pleasure before it was really necessary. Both of them could have continued it for much, much longer. Yet Lydia was still a human, and she could only take, and only desire, so much of that sort of workout for one day. She was tired, and they both had their fun for that day.
Lydia had no sooner let his member slide out of her and drop to his stomach when Ronda walked in again, speaking, "Now that your done, Lydia, I need your advice. What am I gonna do about this prick?"
Jeff peeled the semen-filled rubber from his cock and placed it into a nearby drinking glass. He was to leave immediately and was most likely not going to be able to resist breaking Ronda's face on his way out. The second female--her makeup more of red than black--sat at the kitchen table and did not watch either of the other two redress.
"Thanks, Lydia. I'll see you later." He moved toward the exit, buttoning his jeans and putting his shoes on.
"What? Don't I get a hug?" He was prepared to say no, but he agreed to it, and she forced it on him, gently biting his ear in the process. The evening had hardly been climactic enough for him to care to say goodbye, he had spat that 'see you later' out of habit. But with her own distraction, Lydia did not even seem to have enjoyed their contact.
Truthfully, both did enjoy it. As Jeffrey Laird drove home that night through the dark, his negative thoughts faded and he could only laugh at his life. He had experienced a haphazard fornication that, at the time, annoyed him intensely. Now it amused him and he shook his head at his own behavior.
The drive was spent from demure to amusement to anxiety. Always after his infidelity, he felt the pressure of deceit in his mind and was as paranoid as anyone cheating on his girlfriend. He would have to end that relationship soon, but in her miserable depression and neurotica, he felt responsible to try his best to help her attain a solid mind. She was not interested in him sexually, which was disappointing, but she did not seem to be interested in anything about him. It was merely the fact of him being there giving in to her psychic vampirism that gave her any sort of satisfaction.
Sometimes he hated her, and had once told her. He got a scar from that, and a black eye.
It was just past 1 AM when he pulled into the complex. His girlfriend's car was not where she usually parked it, but it was unimportant. Jeff's girlfriend was not where she usually was, and his
apartment was empty. He wasted no time in going to bed, and this time of solitude would be cherished by him, not having her twitching, talking-in-her-sleep self next to him all night long. Maybe he could fall asleep before she came back.
Jeff was off that next day, but Indrid and his band mates were not. They just had a concert the previous night, and their drummer was not very pleased with holding a practice the day after. They were less inclined to hold it when learning that their bassist had suffered a car accident while driving home from the concert. While alive and doing well, he was not going to be able to play for a few days.
They stood there, Indrid, Nick the others, their individual girlfriends and their own guests, setting up their instruments and equipment with the music of Emperor blaring from the surrounding speakers. Without a bassist, the sound would be thin and dull, so both guitarists turned up the low frequencies on their amps to compensate. The bass sat there unused, no one else capable of using it properly. Nick was capable of it, but did not want to.
He was going to do it though, and Indrid was struck with an idea in that moment. The dragon offered to call Jeff to fill in for their incapacitated musician. None of them were acquainted with the wolf, but none of them objected. He set his guitar down inside a large trashcan and left the room, an enormous warehouse, into an office where the phone was located. He shut the door to block off the heavy music and allow some peace to speak with Jeff.
"Hey man," he began when Jeff answered after the tenth ring, "what's up?" The wolf sat in bed. He had been trying to go back to sleep when some idiot rang on the phone.
"Well I'm trying to sleep. But the sun is keeping me up, and now you are. So I might as well get up, right?"
"Right," Indrid laughed, "and you should come to practice and play bass for us."
"Why?"
"Our bassist got in a car wreck and can't be here. You should come over, just forget everything you had planned today and come over."
"Ah... why the hell not?"
"Okay, you know where the warehouse is?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a few. I have to get something to eat." He was ready to end the call there, but a thought occurred to him, "Wait, Indrid, are you still there?"
"Yeah."
"Did Kim call you by any chance?" The dragon chuckled. He knew of the situation with the wolf's girlfriend and cheating and he found Jeff's predicament completely absurd.
"No, why?"
"She's not here! I have no idea where the hell she is; she was gone last night and I don't remember her showing up at all."
"Well, that's kind of weird." There was a pause, for nothing could be done for the situation.
"Nothing can be for the situation." Concluded Jeff, "I'll see you." They both hung up.
Within ten minutes, Jeffrey arrived and all the musicians' spirits rose when Jeff picked up the lonely bass and started plucking random lines. He did not need to know the material, for he had a good ear and could figure out some lines by watching Indrid's riffing. It was just a casual rehearsal anyway, they would not write any new material without the contribution from their real bassist. Plus, it was black metal, and really didn't matter.
It lasted scarcely over an hour when Nick claimed he needed to depart for work. Although vocals were not necessary, they tried to play without him, but realized it was not as fun. Indrid and the others gave their own attempts to simulate Nick's screeching style of singing, but could not do it as well and ended up hurting their throats. They became bored and split their separate ways soon after, everyone leaving Indrid and Jeff alone.
Indrid and the others always left their instruments there. The drummer lived there, so it didn't matter, their bassist had one at his house and one here, Nick could 'sing' wherever he was, and the keyboard man had a piano at home. The other guitarist only had one; Indrid had several, but only kept one at the warehouse. Therefore, they could play independently, and then show up at the warehouse where there was another set of the band's gear; it was a good setup.
He and Jeff loitered outside the building to smoke for a bit, then Indrid locked up and they both entered the wolf's car. Jeff habitually reached to get his clip-on sunglasses but found them gone. He looked up to the visor where it usually was fastened.
"Aw, crap. I forgot my clip at Lydia's."
"Go get it."
"Uh... I'm not sure if I wanna go."
"Why?"
"I've had enough of her the past few days."
"I see her more than you do. You should try going to school with her." Their suggestion was that each was weary of her company. In truth, they were. Although both enjoyed her company, they mutually cared more about the sexual aspects. Jeff, even with his more emotional attachment to people, found Lydia's social persona beyond annoying. Even so, they could not deny their unnatural gravitation towards her, and they were both perplexed by their next find.
Upon their arrival, they found the trailer to be unlocked, not surprising, and both entered, laughing.
"Everyone around here leaves their doors unlocked." The dragon commented.
"I know, you should have seen that dumb friend of hers waltz in while we--"
Their banter halted when they saw a figure lying there in front of the stereo. At first glance, Indrid thought he saw a mannequin, Jeff saw a large fish. Nevertheless, it was obviously Lydia. She lay there on her back, not moving. Indrid quickly approached to see what the trouble was while Jeff stood back and gazed with confusion.
Indrid could see she was unconscious, and his first assumption was that she had been knocked out by someone. Jeff automatically assumed it a drug-induced coma, but it was neither. As Indrid checked her vital signs--pulse, airway, breathing, and temperature (not possible to do B/P)--he found a strange revelation.
"She's dead!" He offered. The dragon looked back with surprise in his eyes. Jeff returned it. Confusion, not shock or hysteria. That was the way their minds worked, and they could see nothing sad about it. Indrid looked down to her, her heart was not beating and she did not breathe, her skin was too cold. It was obvious she had been like this for a while now. Jeff crossed his arms.
"Huh..."
Of course, Indrid immediately called the police and they arrived quickly to verify. Soon after, the crime scene investigators showed up to seal them all out of her home and question them. An attractive feline male questioned Indrid, while another canine, white and brown, gave Jeff her own interrogation.
They asked if either of them moved her upon finding her, the last time they had seen her, who she was with... They found it interesting to know they were both with her at some point the previous day. They would have more questions and would likely be seen again. Both Indrid and Jeff knew it, they would find out about their relationship with the deceased. But neither of them had killed her. Neither of them was sure it was a murder though, but the dragon had strongly considered it seeing how she was bruised around her neck. A mark on her shoulder indicated biting, but it was slightly older than that night, for it had already begun to heal. The doc said it could have been from a dragon or wolf.
At the crime lab, the doctor performed his autopsy to find cause of death: strangulation, there were definite signs of struggle, for Lydia had a black eye and broken nose and a few bruises on her body where someone had leaned on her, most likely in the strangulation. In the evidence, there was her clothes, the clip on sunglasses, the used condom, beer bottles, and blood on her bra.
Because both the dragon and wolf had been in her company at various times the day prior, both were the first suspects, and were found at either home or workplace and asked for DNA samples. Both Indrid and Jeff gave it voluntarily. They had nothing to hide. At the lab, the forensic scientists found Jeff Laird's DNA on the condom, beer and cigarette at the scene. The blood belonged to Indrid Tully. It was very, very suspicious.
Because of the finds, both Tully and Laird were called in for question, along with the girl's mother.
"We found your blood on Lydia Sameera's clothes." They told Indrid.
"Yeah, and her blood is on mine."
"Both your blood on each other's clothes, and a bite mark on her shoulder."
"Yeah, I bit her. Her blood tastes good."
"That's quite a cut you have on your wing. Did you guys have a fight? Is that why you bit her?"
"We didn't fight, we were playing."
"How do you get a stab wound when you're 'playing', Indrid?"
"Well she had a knife, it got me excited and I told her to do it." It was clear to the interrogator that this dragon was indeed an oddball.
"Did you know your daughter was sexually active Miss Sameera?" They asked Lydia's mother after she calmed slightly from her distraught reaction at being told of Lydia's death.
"Yes, I knew it. But I knew she was careful, those guys that were with her treated her right. They didn't beat her up like that shit father of hers."
"Did she have any other partners before Jeff? Does she have more than him now?"
"I don't know how many exactly, I don't keep track, it's her business, she can do whatever she wants as long as she's careful."
"We found your DNA in a condom, so you probably didn't rape her." They offered Jeff.
"No, it was completely consensual."
"Did you get her drunk?"
"No, she only took a sip; she was more interested in me anyway."
"Interested?"
"Yeah, we made love, and she initiated it." He normally would have lied about it, but they had his semen in a condom, lying would only make him look stupid.
"Did you know she was underage?" Both of them knew it, both of them knew that Lydia Sameera was only sixteen. Even if they were risking being incarcerated for a time, neither of them was worried over statutory threats. No one would press charges against them. Indrid would lie, lie, lie. Even if caught, he would lie, lie, lie.
"Did you get off on sleeping with young girls? Or did you actually like her?"
"I liked her, yes. But I didn't love her, you know?"
"Do you think you know who killed her?"
Indrid had to think for his answer, "Well, I didn't, I wouldn't kill her unless she gave consent. But she must have pissed someone off. I don't know who would want to kill her."
They asked Jeff the same thing, "Yeah," Jeffrey was sure about it, "Indrid Tully did it. That freak has done some weird shit with her and others before her... before they got tired of him. He goes too far and they end up ditching him, practically fighting to get away. I knew this would happen eventually, she probably threatened to tell the police or somethin' so he whacked her."
"They were sexually involved, like you?"
"Yeah, we both were, so you can't pin the underage thing on me."
"She saw a few weirdoes," the mother offered, "and most likely some of them were sickos, it's one of
those men."
"Here's what I think happened, Indrid. You were with her in your house and you got 'excited'--as you put it--but you did something she didn't like: you bit her. So she tried to escape, but you wouldn't let her, so he grabbed a knife... then she ran out. That's why her prints are outside leading from the bathroom window. Later, after she was done with Jeff, you went to her house and decided to silence her." Indrid scoffed and told them to shut up, laughing like it was a well-told joke.
"That's very incorrect. I didn't do shit that she didn't like. The reason there's her footprints outside my house is 'cos I had to rush her outta there when mom got home."
"What do you think your mother would think about this, Indrid? I bet she'd be very disappointed in you."
"I never hurt anyone! Everything I've ever done with my girlfriends was private and considerate. It's against my religion to intentionally hurt others by violating their sexual rights. They come to me knowing what I like, and if they find out that it offends them, that's entirely their problem."
"What's your religion?"
"I accept who I am, and I act upon natural instincts. I perform my carnal acts without guilt. You figure it out."
"You don't care that she's dead, do you?" Everyone answered in the negative.
Indrid had learned later, after she befriended him, how wild and unpredictable she actually was. Upon their first meeting, she was slow to warm up to him, and it was only when she learned of his masochism did she become interested in him. He had thought he met his soul mate, but the female made more of a mockery and teasing game out of it, either of ignorant indulgence or to insult him. Eventually, he lost his personal interest in her and focused on his own desires for her sex.
Jeffrey had met her at a band practice, and she flirted with him. At first, neither cared for the other, but it was when he learned of her family problems did he relate and became personally interested. But it was evident that she had somehow created a mask to reality. Although she knew of her status, how poor and fragile it was, she ignored it, and this created her disillusion of life and her naiveté. She forced herself to lose the grip on how life actually worked.
Both of them began to treat her as a release for their own appetites and desires, and she accepted it, thinking it was her destiny. Indrid, her mother and Jeffrey saw her slip into a strange void, and strangely, none of them cared to help her out of it.
Indrid was sent to jail, sex with a minor, for six months, only because of a false accusation of assault and battery. He was angered beyond anything and had to be sedated. Jeffrey's case was thrown out due to a compassionate judge and no evidence of rape or injuries. However, was fined $1000. He was angered beyond anything, for his paychecks would be diminished because of the money spent on the fine.
The band suffered because of this, now losing their lead guitarist. He would be out soon, but they had a show coming up. Jeff was willing to learn Indrid's stuff and replace him. He wanted to play alongside them purely for the enjoyment of live music, and slowly learned to enjoy their brutal genre after a few practices. They all liked his style, far more than Indrid's, and the wolf allowed them to write material without constant criticism or antagonizing.
A particular person noticed his sexy voice, his handsome looks, and his verbally enhanced charisma and was immediately attracted to him. She approached after one such practice and pulled him to the side as her boyfriend, the other guitarist, and Nick were searching a website for some lyrical inspiration.
"I really like the way you hold that guitar." Jeanie told him, grabbing his arms and pushing him against an old Porsche. "Indrid held it nice too, but not as gentle as you." He chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, well don't you be thinking I learned that from him. I taught myself how to stroke that thing perfectly." Jeff held Indrid's guitar as if his own, the dragon would have been seriously insulted. Just as Jeanie began to kiss him, her boyfriend called for her to come to him so he could take her home.
She scribbled something on a slip of paper, "Here's my number, use it." He agreed to and watched them part; Jeff and the drummer then stepped outside for a smoke.
Smoky dust flew from another source as tires scratched along the dirt road and careened for them. It hit Jeff, his body smashing into the fender and exploding against the windshield. He was killed instantly. The investigators found another reason to further question Indrid, but he was not happy to speak with them.
Thus, they learned of the girlfriend.
They immediately went to Jeff's apartment where they saw both their cars. She had not even bothered to clean his blood from the hood and demolished window. gathered around the vehicle, she emerged ready to shoo them away when she realized who they were. Into their custody she went.
Kim Winnow admitted to killing both Lydia Sameera and Jeffrey Laird. And her excuse?
"He got me to trust him, and was fooling me the whole time. It's weird though, he was fooling that trashy bitch too."
"Where did you meet Jeff?" They asked
"I met him at one of Indrid's concerts. They sucked, so I got us both out of there and we hit it off." The forensic scientist and interrogate smiled to each other.
"And it all started with that band."
Yes, but now it was falling apart, for the band was still one guitarist short, and whom could they replace him with?
~THE END