The Devil's Mistress

Chapter 8

I rest my hand on the rough paintwork that coats the door and push. Rough wooden splinters cut into my palm; shards of black paint crumble to the floor. The hinges squeal as though they are a warning, but their plea is silenced by a wall of noise. Laughter overpowers the jukebox. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigarettes hides within the collaboration of mephitic odours. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards me, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. There’s even a hint of sick tainting the fragrance of the room.

Calysta leaned on the bar, her black hair lying over one shoulder of her sequined black dress. She lolled her head to one side, pushing out her red lips just a little. She wasn't drunk yet but she liked to give the impression that she was. The bar-tender was there to take her order in a flash, eyes dropping only momentarily to her low-cut neckline. She twiddled her hair in a seemingly absent-minded way and giggled girlishly before ordering a straight whiskey. She'd practiced drinking sexily from them at home in front of the mirror, just water in them then. She watched him fetch it, there were muscles under that shirt. His face was above average with those light eyes and tanned skin, perhaps she'd come back for him later...

But right now she needed a drink and she could not deal with staying in that house any longer than she had to. That house had secrets which had the power to bury her alive in them. What all that had happened to day to her from the moment she had stepped in the house she could not even begin to deal or contemplate them.

The ominous voice and the dark hollows of the eyes of the Keeper of the dark Room was something or rather one scene that she could not wipe away from her memory that easily.

The bar-tender placed the whiskey on the bar and she giggled at him once more. He winked at her and Calysta turned her eyes towards thee room scanning everything and everyone hoping that it will be some how helpful in distracting her from her thoughts.

He appeared to be in his mid-thirties. His hair was done very nicely, he had some form of oil mixed in to give a short but noticeable wavy form to the black strands. His forehead was almost square, large and imposing, but not laughably so. A few lines were laid upon it, but they were dismissive as tricks of light. His eyebrows were impossibly straight, his eyes made of rich mahogany. Eyes that told of many secrets but held them locked in a strongbox so beautiful that you wouldn't dare to open in fear of what you might find within. It highlighted the frown placed upon his mouth and somehow made him seem more authoritative than his aura already suggested. If one ventured close enough, his mahogany eyes would hungrily envelop yours and pull your feet towards him. It was nothing he did precisely, it just looked as if he had a secret you would enjoy hearing about.

In that crowded room was one man that didn't appear to truly belong. It was as though he'd been parachuted in from Milan, Paris, or some other fashionable place none of the rest of us had ever been to. In whatever conversation he was in the other person was enthralled, yet afterward didn't recall anything important in what he said. It was as if he could converse without leaving any verbal "fingerprint."

And now that man was sauntering towards her, his eyes locked on her and there was nothing she could do to remove her gaze from the man as well.

There was an arrogance and hunger in his gaze which rocked her to her core. Calysta had led a fairly sheltered life and nothing had ever changed her mind but today she had found that everything that she had come to know from her childhood has been nothing but lies and she had condemned a man to his death and from tomorrow she would be the most eligible and sought after women in the country and probably in the entire world but for tonight she was no one. She was nothing. For once in her life, for one single night in her life Calysta wanted to forget everything that had happened to her and every single death which was pulling her like a magnet and enjoy herself.

How did someone even do that? She had no clue about it as well. She wanted to know what was it like to have fun, to be caught up in passion without thinking about the consequences.

“I hope that the seat is not taken?” came a voice from behind her which made her entire body stand up in alert. It was like sin had finally found a voice and she could not imagine the music in it.

Calysta turned back to find the man who had been looking at her had finally reached her. There was a smile hanging on the corner of his lips which made her hot in places which she did not even know until now that they existed. She nodded her head saying no with a smile and then turned back towards the bar once more. The man sat down beside her and then motioned towards the bartender for another drink silently.

“Do you come here often by yourself?” asked the man as Calysta turned slightly towards him and nodded her head again saying no. She did not find the courage to speak to this man. She took the glass and poured the entire content of the tumbler in her throat. It burned down and then settled in the pit of her empty stomach.

“You seem to be awfully quiet in a place like this!!” said the man as he watched her drink the whiskey in a single gulp.

Calysta turned towards him and said,” Maybe that is because I have been facing something which is off putting enough to scare me from having some company.”

“You have the pall of death hanging all over you like an aura, why is that?” asked the man as the bartender poured another drink for her.

“Because I am an orphan now,” said Calysta, as she smiled at the man and found that he had this beautiful eyes which were absolutely mesmerizing. They were this odd combination of dark brown and black which was close to mahogany and it made everything look so different. His whole aura screamed that he wanted her. And strangely enough she wanted him too. She could feel it inside her and this made her feel weird. But isn’t that what she wanted?

“Yet you are unfazed about it. You know everyone loses someone every day but the ones who live have to go on with their lives. So what do you want to do about that?” asked the man with a strange smile from earlier and his gaze darkening towards her.

Calysta was attracted to him with the heady trance that attracts a butterfly to a nectar filled flower. He was the perfect blend of sweet and smoke which made her want to inhale him over and over again. He was handsome and beautiful at the same time and Calysta did not even know when she had placed her soft hand on his larger one and pulled him up from the stool. He had dropped a bill of hundred dollars on the counter which made the bartender look up at him in surprise but he did not even care.

Calysta pulled him to the dance floor and for the first time in her life she danced. And let go off herself in the music that was vibrating through her entire body. As if her body was humming to the music that was blaring from the speakers at all the corners of the bar and she danced like a woman in trance. She had no idea that music could make your body feel so alive and pit your nerve endings on fire.

Her gaze slid to the side. He pulled her against his chest. His nose tickled her ear. She let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably. She didn’t like being so intimately handled. She felt his lips softly graze her slender neck. Her face heated. She summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His hazel eyes twinkled. He knows! He’s trying to make me feel like this.

She looked up at him and then found him smiling at her. She did not even know the name of this man but she knew that she wanted nothing else but to kiss him and make him his. She did not want to know anything at all but to sate this strange connection that she was feeling with this man. She did not know anything about him except for the fact that she was never going to see him again and she had nothing to do with him in future.

But for tonight he was going to be hers.

Attraction, huh? Well that's easy. Attraction is a magnet. It's that thought inside your head that says "There's something about this..." You gravitate towards this extraordinary thing that has captured your attention, and the more you're exposed to it, the more you learn about it. It may bloom into something more, or you'll just lose interest and go find something else to be attracted to.

Calysta softly slid her hands on the lapels of his jacket which were extremely expensive from the feel of the material and then she pressed her hands there as she gazed in his eyes. The man looked in her eyes as well. She had no idea that she had these golden flecks in her eyes which brightened her up when she looked deeply. The man waited for her to make the move, he let her set the pace. And undoubtedly he was an extremely good dancer which seemed a bit weird to Calysta but she was almost sure that he was a spy looking for a one-night stand.

Calysta swayed her body to the music and pulled herself up to match his height and then kiss him on the lips softly. His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can’t seem to…In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled.

“Are you staying somewhere for the night?” asked Calysta as his hands pulled her closer to him and her body melted into his.

“Usually I don’t spend my nights in the town but I think I am going to make an exception tonight,’ said the Devil as he smiled genuinely at her for the first time. Her face lit up at his words and Lucifer had this feeling that she had never been praised for anything in her life before. She was still a bud who was threatening to bloom but lacked sunlight in proper amounts.

But tonight she was going to be his. He would claim her to be his and he would ruin her for any man ever.

She was going to bloom in darkness scorched by the fires of hell to quell her desires, though Lucifer as he kissed her once more.