- Epilogue -
I've struggled to put the past events behind me as Alyssa suggested. As
the weeks and months drag on, the pain is slowly beginning to fade,
although I'm sure the effect the past has had on me will be long-
lasting. Looking into any mirror fills me with gnawing anxiety, and I
will always search for a slight gleam of red in the eyes of anyone I
meet.
I reported my wife as "missing" soon after the incident. The
authorities asked all the typical questions; I answered in half-truths
and lies, knowing the real story would probably put me in prison or a
mental hospital. After a week or two, they stopped asking, telling me
they would keep the case open, but "not to hold my breath". I didn't.
Three months later I would open my door to find those pleading, green
eyes looking back at me as the late afternoon sun spread a brilliant
halo about her glistening hair.
"Can I come in? Can we talk?" Alyssa asked.
The ambivalence I felt at the first sight of her was unnerving. The
excitement of her warm smile brought with it a flood of memories I had
only just started to forget. We spent the day talking, finally making
plans to see each other again.
We became close friends, then, after a long time, devoted lovers.
As I hover over her tonight, she reaches up to me, chasing away bits of
the past that still leak through the walls I've built against it.
Adjusting her long body under mine, she raises her narrow hips to meet
me, welcoming the last inch of my erection inside. Her hands move over
my shoulders and chest, skilled fingers dancing, electrified, over the
surface of my skin. Withdrawing slowly, I pause, then begin to fill her
again at the same even pace, hearing her quiet moan when I'm again
tight against her. Those maddening fingers trail over my stomach,
continuing down, entering the small space between us when I again pull
away. Lightly, delicately, she caresses my tightening sac, returning
me inside her as she tugs at me.
I'm lost in the pleasure she gives me, taken to another place as my
orgasm beckons. A slight twinge in my groin startles me, then a long
steady ache from my scrotum shakes me from my impending release.
Blinding pain suddenly engulfs me. I look for the source in confusion,
finding her grinning face staring up at me with red glowing eyes. Now
panic-stricken, I claw at the sheets, trying to escape the demon as it
clutches me tightly, its deep laughter pouring from her exquisite
mouth.
I break free, landing on my back; now paralyzed, I'm unable to escape.
I begin to scream as it approaches me, now closing in on its helpless
prey.
Opening my eyes one last time, I hear the echoes of my own terror
hanging in the air about me. Soft hands cradle me, and a gentle
"Shhh" floats down from Alyssa's worried face, waking me from the
hideous dream, a nightmare that will be a part of us for the rest
of our lives.
THE END
