Liquid Velvet

Author's Note: This the first rough draft. Please overlook any misspelled words, fragment sentences, etc...

The soft, cool touch of the satin brushed by her leg. The pale silver of the cloth illuminated what ambient light there was in the room, giving off an eerie ethereal glow that pierced the darkness. Her body flowed in and out of the covers as she rolled across the bed gently to the edge. Her lips parted in a gentle smile as she took in the sensation her skin feeling cool satin turning warm against her skin only to give way to the night air once more as it slid off of her. She stood up at the edge of the bed the last of the satin falling off her back like mist. A faint girlish giggle pushed through her throat as she licked the last of the blood from her fangs.
Sil didn’t even look back to the drained corpse on the bed as she picked her clothes up off the floor in a single stride out of the room. She threw her clothes on the leather couch as she passed through the living room into her recently deceased date’s kitchen. Sil rubbed her breast softly. Her nipple still ached somewhat from when he bit her during the climax of his orgasm. She had to give him credit, for a boring Wall Street accountant, he could definitely fuck. She grabbed a bottle of 100% natural peach nectar in the refrigerator and leaned against the counter, scanning the kitchen. Sil noticed bottles of vitamin this and all natural that. Pushing off the counter Sil made her way back to the living room.
It was more like a living/weight room. He had different sorts of body building machines arranged on one side of the room to contrast the totally black and leather decor of the entertainment side. Sil shook her head as she sat on the couch listening to its rubbery groan under her petite form.
“Eat right, exercise daily...die anyway.”
Sil slipped back into her black evening gown and stretched for a moment before zipping up the back. The pleasurable soreness of oversexed muscles began to set in. “My kinda workout,” she thought to herself as she just picked up her shoes and slipped through the patio door.
A gentle breeze flowed through her hair. It was a perfect Nuevo Melas night. Her eyes lit up across the sea of neon and concrete before her. Slowly she climbed up onto the rail and stood watching the city from the penthouse apartment. Sil glanced at the moon for a moment. Still early she thought, and leapt from the balcony rail.

Ω

“C’mere man,”
“Who...me?”
“Yeah man, overhere.”
The alleyway was deserted save for the pulsating sensation of the bass rumbling from within the abandoned building. It was a perfect place for all night raves. The building stood in the middle of several other larger warehouses of an old oil refinery. Cops never bothered to come out this far. Even if they did venture into the old industrial parts of the city any noise from a part easily was drowned out by the passing highway traffic. Teens nicknamed the area “the slick”. Aptly so for the abandoned refineries not to mention the blanket of old grease that covered nearly everything.
Josh decided he needed to take a quick piss and get out of the muggy heat inside the building. He was hoping there was someplace to go inside, but if there was he didn’t find it and he wasn’t about to just whip his dick out in front of several hundred people. The night air felt good, yet no sooner than the soothing trickle flowing out of him started did her hear the voice beckoning to him.
Josh squinted his eyes to sharpen his vision and still failed to see who was speaking to him.
“Hold on a sec,” he said flexing his abdomen trying to piss harder. Whoever it was, he hoped they didn’t bother him long. The girl he left waiting inside looked willing for some heavy petting, and as long as she gave some head he didn’t mind her unshaved armpits.
Josh finished and took a couple of shakes before zipping back him his jeans and turned around.
“Where you at?”
“Right here.”
Josh whipped around feeling the deep voice beside him and staggered back.
“Fuck man, give some space next time. Christ.”
The man laughed somewhat jaded.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to try to hold it for you.”
“So what do you want.” Josh asked.
“Just want to make you an offer man...that’s all.” A greasy smile stretched across the man’s face has he stood square in front of Josh now.
Josh shrugged and shook his head. “Listen man, I don’t need any pantry liners tonight. The chick I got in there now wet enough to start bottling.”
The man chuckled and leaned back against a wall lighting a cigarette and took a deep drag. He pointed at Josh and waved his hand shamefully.
“That’s fucked up man, real fucked up, but creative...I like it. Not quite what I what I had in mind though.”
He took another drag.
“I’ve got some new shit here man. Think of this rave here tonight as a test market. You caught me just as I was about to come inside and work it around a bit. Saw you, so I thought what the fuck I’ll give this guy a special break for being numero uno.”
Josh looked back towards the door, his thoughts wandering to the visions of a tongue running across his cock.
“Fuck man, trust me, take her some of this stuff and you can fuckin’ forget about getting some shitty head. One hit on this and she’ll be bustin’ your nut like it was fuckin’ bubble wrap.”
Josh looked back around at the man who was holding out a small vile of some reddish liquid. He reached out and took it from the man.
“Acid?” he turned the vile over watching it run like honey on the sides of the vile.
The man huffed and tossed the butt of his cigarette off into the blackness of the alley.
“Naw fucker, just 100% government certified grade A roll. No fucking downers, no shrinking nuts, no fucking grand canyons in your nose. Just a good old fashioned all-American jump start.
Josh pocketed the vile and took out a wad of cash.
“Naw man,” the man waved off Josh’s cash, “Its on the house man...this time.”
Josh nodded cooly. “Aight. So who do I ask for when I want some shit from ya again?”
“Please...I like to run with a bit of class man. Those are mental enhancers, and ask for Damien.”
Josh turned and quick stepped back to the door, his hard on already beginning to think for itself. He stopped abruptly at the door and saw the man walking back down the alley.
“Yo, what the fuck do you call this shit man?” Josh shouted.
“Liquid Velvet.” The man replied, and stepped into the shadows.

Ω

The hot water stung and relaxed Sil’s muscles at the same time. After a long night of hunting and keeping up with the club scene all she wanted to do is take a hot shower and crawl up into her bed and sleep off the night. Her eyes dragged at she stepped out of the shower to dry off. A gentle throbbing in her head reminded her of delicious Blood Mary’s the Marketing Whiz was buying her a few hours before. Fortunetly for him she was still full. She smirked at the disappointment he must have felt after shelling out 40 dollars in drinks and not even getting a single brush of her lips before she ‘had to go’.
Sil decided to fix a hot cup of tea before bed. She grabbed a mug out of the kitchen and filled it with water, slamming shut the microwave door as she waited for it to heat. Her head screamed back at her for the sudden noise. “Owwww..”
Sil let out a gentle sigh as she kicked back into her chair in the living room. She clicked the remote to turn on the TV rubbing her temples as the morning news program faded in through the black of her screen. Quickly she gave a side glance to the window, double checking the heavy black curtains were completely covering her ground floor windows. Sil was sure the landlord thought it strange her interest in having the side of the building with the least amount of daylight, but once she explained she was a photographer he just gave a nod and a smile. It was a lie she almost regretted, since every time he caught her leaving the building he always wanted to stop and chat about what she was photographing now, and if she knew what was wrong with his 35mm since it always seems to cut the heads off of his family.
“...sponded to a call last night to the abandoned Contex CO. refinery last night in lower Nuevo Melas. A massive teen ‘rave’ party took place at the abandoned refinery. The police were called after several deaths were reported. Right now we have Meena Thomas on location to report, Meena?”
Sil gazed at the TV half asleep when she heard the microwave beep telling her that her water was hot. She peeled herself from the chair and made her way into the kitchen half listening to the news report as she fixed her cup.
“John, I’m standing here in front of what used to be the Contex main refinery building in the center of the complex. Apparently this building has been used for raves for some time now by the local youth population. According to police and eyewitness reports a new drug out on the streets nicknamed ‘Liquid Velvet’ was being used her last night. Police responded to the call originally as what was thought to have been an attempted suicide. The caller, who has wanted to remain anonymous, told police she called the emergency line as one of the users had gone into convulsions and started grabbing his neck.”
Sil curiously peered around the corner looking at the perky newswoman on the screen. She noticed several teenagers scrambling out of the building wincing and flinching from the light as they were shuffled out of the building by police.
“Soon after, the victim who’s name has not yet been released, died. Paramedics say the victim had a large bruise on his neck. They say it is possible the drug caused his jungular to have burst beneath the skin causing massive internal bleeding, An autopsy is pending.
Sil stepped around the corner still pouring the sugar out of the bottle. A look of concern melted across her face.
“I spoke to several teens who did not want to be identified as users, they describe the drug as an incredible euphoric high that lasts for several hours. They claim their senses are heightened for a time and there seems to be no after affect or ‘downer’ as there is with most common drugs. This is Meena Thomas reporting.”
Sil stood for a moment digesting the woman’s tinny TV report for a moment. A tingling sensation went across her toes and she looked down. A small pile of sugar dusted her foot and trailed across the counter.
“Oh shit,” Sil sighed.