Hey Look its something Retro!

That's right folks! Something Retro!
Nah I'm just fucking with you but this is is something from a project I started in November of 2011 and I'm working on revising it as well as completing it. So I will try to post chapters as they are written and/or revised. I would LOVE your feedback, questions, and critiques to make this something truly amazing and totally awesome. And hopefully something publishable. :D Now that would be awesome for me.
Anyway here is the first chapter of many chapters to come. Enjoy!

Sebastian

3 AM in the dingy hotel room and the faint scent of cigarette smoke filled the space. A flicker of light came from his lighter as he lit a cigarette and he inhaled deeply. A pause, and he exhaled the smoke from his lips. The man leaned back in his chair appearing as if he were in a daze. The hooker he had hired that night to help relieve his…tension had passed out on the bed. No doubt from too much booze she had consumed. Another inhale and another exhale. Sebastian did not care that he was destroying his health nor did he care that he was potentially endangering hers. He grimaced a bit, feeling extremely disgusted with himself after fucking the skinny whore into the bed earlier that night. A loud snore came from the bed as the blonde rolled over, her heavily made up face was smeared. He sat there observing her. She was just like every other whore he encountered. Empty with low morals and low self-esteem. After he finished his cigarette he snuffed it out in his homemade ashtray he always carried with him and rose to his feet heading towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. He needed to wash the filth from his body…as least as well as he could. Naked, he turned the shower on shivering at the cold water as it spouted from the showerhead. His fingers hovered within the line of fire waiting for the water to become warm. A few moments later and he stepped in drawing the curtain closed. He just stood there feeling hollow.

It had been two years since his daughter’s death and since his difficult divorce from his wife. It had left him with hardly anything to hold onto. His ex-wife had gotten most if not all of his assets in the settlement. But that didn’t pain him nearly as much as losing his little girl. She was just barely nine years old when death swept in and stole her away. Dark and miserable thoughts wandered in his mind as he stood under the stream of hot water. It took him a moment to register why he had gone into the shower in the first place, and then he remembered. He picked up the bar of soap and glided it over his tanned flesh scrubbing away the layer of refuse upon him. He lathered up his chest hair as well as the line of hair trailing from his chest to his belly. The soap and water didn’t help any but it made him feel better to scrub himself clean. There was hardly a bar left when he finished lathering the soap upon his body. Tilting his head back he allowed the water to wash onto his face and closed his eyes. The water clung to his hair and face, even soaked into his beard as it gently guided the soap suds on his body to the base of the tub. He heaved a heavy sigh to calm him. The water on his face helped as well. It soothed him greatly. Reminded him of where he came from somehow; even reminded him that he held the power to control and manipulate it. He was far too weary to make the water dance upon his fingertips or create creatures from it. Like when he would for his little girl.

Andrea…

The mere thought of her brought tears to his eyes. The poor child was only nine years old when she died. The sight of her mangled body was burned into his memory…

“Daddy! Daddy help me!”

Her screams echoed through the hallway of the abandoned building and all Sebastian could do was follow helplessly and prayed to God that he would be able to recuse his precious little girl.

“I’m coming Andrea!” He shouted down the hallway. Whirling around the corner he darted into the large room that lay at the end of the hall. Her screams and cries for help became louder and more desperate as he encroached upon the room and slowed when he entered. Before him was his little girl, his only child being clutched to the chest of a strange man, who held a look of derangement in his pale irises. He held a gun to the girl’s head, finger upon the trigger ready to pull.

“Please! Please don’t shoot!” Sebastian cried, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Daddy please…” Andrea whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Shut up you little brat!” the man shouted and pressed the barrel of the gun harder against her temple.

“Let her go! She’s done nothing to you!” Sebastian begged.

The demented man grinned and licked his lips.

“Her body will make fine experimental material, I think I’ll be keeping her with me,” The man sneered as he slowly backed away from Sebastian to the back door. Andrea screamed again sobbing in earnest as the man who held her backed away.

“No! No please let her go! I’m begging you!”

Sebastian moved closer towards the man holding his daughter hostage but when he heard the gun at her head cock the entire room went black. It was if someone had released solid black smoke into the room. There was a gunshot, a scream, the sound of flesh being ripped and torn, a female voice that said “this way” and then the faint sound of a dragging of a body. As quickly as the smoke entered the room it receded leaving Sebastian, and the mangled broken corpse of his daughter…

Lowering his head he placed a hand over his eyes while one braced him against the white tile of the shower and wept. He wept for his little Andrea wishing so badly that she was never taken and that she was still here with him. At least he would have something to live for. He remembered the way she smiled. So joyful and so bright, full of love and life. How her green eyes glimmered in the light. They were much like his own. She was born with her daddy’s eyes. She was a beautiful child, fair skinned with blond hair and freckles that danced across her nose. He began to weep even harder upon the memories haunting him. She was a gift from God and she had been taken away from him. It was then that Sebastian had lost all faith in God. How could God allow this to happen to the most innocent and sweetest little girl on the planet? If God allowed this to happen then to him there was no kind almighty being in the universe. Only a cruel vindictive omnipresent son of a bitch. He fell to his knees his body wracked with sobs as Andrea’s beautiful face haunted him. 

Peaches

A/N: Okay this is just a smut portion of a long fic I’m working on for a friend. This is just the first draft of this scene but I wanted to share anyway. Enjoy! Also Frankie Seau does not belong to me. He belongs to his creator and to the TV show North Shore. Cyndy however does. 

WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Peaches 

The afternoon was a nice balmy eighty four degrees on the island. Outside on the balcony Cyndy lounged in a hammock wearing nothing but a black and white polka dotted bikini. Her toes were painted a bright orange that matched her nails; she had allowed Aineki to do her nails and the younger girl did a fine job of it. In one hand she held a book, Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter, and the other she had a nice tender peach. As she read she bit into the sweet fruit slowly and munched happily, ignoring the fruit juices dripping down her lips. She was too enthralled in her book and was enjoying her day off from working at the hotel. Aineki had gone off with her boyfriend to go surf the waves and hang out on the beach, Frankie was still at work, he’d probably get off in an hour maybe less. Cyndy hadn’t kept track of the time. The book itself had sucked her in. She took another bite of the peach as the breeze gently caressed her. The day couldn’t have been any better for her. All of a sudden the book she was reading was yanked out of her grasp causing her to nearly drop the peach in her hand.

“Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter?” Came a voice.

Frankie had returned home from work his shirt slung over his shoulder as he examined the book with a grin. Cyndy sprung to her feet her hand gripping the peach and reached for the book.

“Hey! I was readin’ that!” She exclaimed. He blocked her with his forearm as he read tidbits of the book. A growl left her lips as she tried to reach over it to grab the book out of his hand.

“Why are you reading on a beautiful day like this? You should be out on the beach enjoying the wave.” He grinned marking her page and setting the book on a table. But she scowled at him a bit.

“It’s my day off ya jerk! I can spend it however I wanna!”

Angrily she took a bit of peach. Juices dribbled down her chin from the corner of her lips. The action drew Frankie’s eyes to her lips. He had never noticed before but her lips were full and lush and how pink they were even without the lightly tinted lip balm she usually wore. Now he wanted to kiss those lips and lap up the juices dripping from them that had been squeezed from the peach. Cyndy took another bite of the peach as he stared at her. She glanced around as she chewed and swallowed. More juices dribbled down her chin from her lips.

“What are you staring at?” she asked. Before she even received an answer she flushed when Frankie cupped her cheek lightly in his hand, his thumb stroking it lightly. Hazel green eyes pierced her blue eyes, which had now begun to change to green; just the touch of his hand aroused her.

“Frankie…” She breathed but before she knew what she was doing she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard with a small moan. Frankie was a bit surprised at the action but smiled a bit against her lips as he pulled her frame close to his. The sweetness of the peach lingered on her lips and he made quick work of trailing his tongue across her lips before forcing it past hers, not that she minded because when he poked his tongue at her lips they parted eagerly for him. Her mouth not only was moist and warm for him but she tasted like peaches. The hint of flavor made him crave a peach as well so he pulled away slightly running his tongue down the corner of her lips to her chin to taste the peach juices. Cyndy’s eyes shone a brilliant green now as she smiled at him. He smiled back at her taking her hand that held the peach in it before raising the fruit to his lips. He took a big bite out of it and slowly munched upon the bite with a grin upon his face. Now peach juices dribbled down his chin into his facial hair. Eagerly Cyndy leaned forward licking the trail of juice that had dribbled down his chin before she kissed him again. As she pressed her lips to his he swallowed the peach bite before returning her affections. A small groan left her lips as she dropped the peach on the balcony to pull him closer to her. With one hand she tangled her fingers into his dreads while her other gripped onto his shoulder; fingers digging into the flesh just slightly. One of his hands slid up her back to the strings on her bikini tugging at them to untie it while his other grasped one of her firm butt cheeks to pull him flush to her. Cyndy gasped slightly pulling away not at the fact that he had untied her bikini top but at the large bulge in his pants that pressed against her hip. She had only seen his family jewels once but that was because she had accidentally walked in on him showering the week before. He looked big then but now she felt how big he was capable of being. A grin appeared upon his lips as he pressed them to her neck his fingers now untying the top part of her bikini. Gently and slowly he slid it off of her breasts tossing it aside onto the hammock she had been laying in. Cyndy flushed a bit more as she grinned at him pulling away slightly to show off her rather sizable breasts. Immediately his eyes were drawn to the perfectly rounded flesh and experimentally cupped them in his hands. She placed her hands on top of his rubbing them lightly with her fingertips, a grin upon her lips. The erection in his pants strained against its confines. He kissed her again, harder than before as he pinned her to the wall his hands now working to get her bikini bottoms off of her curvaceous behind.  Cyndy pushed his hands away and gently nudged him away as she removed her bottoms and leaned back against the wall her legs now spread apart slightly for him revealing her wet sex. The area between her legs was neatly trimmed into a dark V. It was how Cyndy liked it. His mouth watered at the erotic sight presented to him. As a result of her provocative positioning, he hastily removed his pants and pressed up against her his cock dripping with pre come. He took her leg lifting it a bit to gain more access to her womanhood then gripped his member stroking it against her sex  before pushing into her slowly as a moan emitted from his lips. She pulled him close as he stretched her with his length, her raised leg wrapping around him so she could draw him deeper into her core. He was larger than she had expected, larger than any previous lover she ever had.

“Damn you feel good.” He moaned into her ear as he began the slow movements of thrusting into her, one hand gripping a creamy thigh while the other gripped her ass.

“Mmmm….yeah…so do you Frankie…” She groaned. “Ugh… faster please…”

“With pleasure…” He began to grunt as he quickened his pace his thrusting now a little more brutal than before. Deeper and deeper he penetrated into her his lips enclosing upon her shoulder as they fucked. One hand gripped his shoulder as the other once against tangled themselves in his dreadlocks. Her breathing heavy as his hips slapped up against hers repeatedly. The union felt so good to her. Nothing that she had ever experienced before. He made her feel warm, whole and welcome even before he invited her to stay with him. His throbbing member penetrated her deeply and rapidly with every thrust and with every thrust he grew closer and closer to climax. Sweat began rolling down their bodies, Frankie began to pant hard against her neck feeling closer to release.

“Nngh….Cyndy baby…”

“Harder Frankie honey….oh lawdy please…”

Cyndy was so close to hitting her peak that it hurt. She hugged him close burying her face into his neck as she breathed hard against it. Soon enough she cried out in pleasure. Her vision going white and her muscles squeezing around him. About the same time he released a low grunt as he buried himself into her repeatedly as he spilled his seed into her womb. A few moments later he withdrew from her sex panting hard as he leaned against her. He lowered her leg to cradle the woman in his arms.

“Hot…damn…that was good…” He murmured. She smiled a bit hugging him close breathing in the scent of pure man mixed with sweat.

“Hell yes it was sugar…” she replied as she kissed his chest. “Honey let’s take this inside. I ain’t finished with you yet.”

A devious grin appeared on her lips as she glanced up to him her eyes still a vivacious green. Inside they went. 

Skeleton in the closet REVISED

Hey all!
So here is the revised version of Skeleton in the Closet. After reading the comments from my classmates I changed it...alot.
ENJOY!

Apartment 211 was sitting in its corner, eagerly awaiting the young man that was approaching it. Roy Tucker, a tanned young man, with short black hair, approached the apartment with his cleaning supplies in hand. He felt uneasy as he approached the flat. Recently he had noticed an eerie aura around the apartment itself but its neighboring flat and the inhabitants notice nothing. Maybe it was because Roy was superstitious around the time of Halloween and believed in things like ghosts and ghouls. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath, said a silent prayer to God – somehow this always made him feel more at ease with everything – and climbed up the wooden steps to the door.

He sensed a chill dash up his spine as he pulled out the key to the apartment, slid it into the lock, unlocked the door, and stepped inside the white walled, brown carpeted room, but he brushed it off and assumed that his superstitions were getting the better of him.

“Easy Roy, don’t let your thoughts spiral out of control,” he muttered to himself.

His nostrils were struck with the scent of fresh carpet upon entering and he set down his supplies to the side. He figured he would start cleaning in the bedroom first just to get it out of the way. Brown eyes scanned the room for any sort of blemishes, pen marks, dents, and the like. Finding nothing out of the ordinary he opened the door to the walk in closet. Whatever color was in Roy’s face at that moment, drained quickly as his pupils dilated to mere pinpricks and his heartbeat raced so fast he could have sworn he was running a marathon.

Lying inside the closet was a mangled skeleton.

His breath quickened and sweat beaded on his brow as he stared upon the horror in the closet. He had to loosen his collar in order to breathe better and he couldn’t help but wonder what travesty happened in this room to hide a skeleton. Was a young girl murdered and raped here? Did a young teenager commit suicide? Or was there an occultist that used the skeleton for some crazy voodoo ritual? Roy had a million questions careening through his brain.

“Oh sorry that’s mine.”

He almost leapt three feet in the air when he heard a soft feminine voice speak. Whirling around to look behind him, he saw the translucent image of a young woman behind him, wearing a baggy jersey, his baggy jersey and black leggings. Her hair was brown, curled and framed her heart shaped face perfectly. From ghastly lips and hollow eyes she smiled a bit sadly at Roy.

Lotte. His dead girlfriend.

How was she standing here before him when he had seen her murdered in front of his very eyes?

He began to feel a panic attack arise as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his heartbeat raced faster. With a slender hand she waved slightly at him.

“Hi Roy,” She said.

Never in his life had Roy screamed so loud or so high before. When he had finally shut his mouth and scrambled to the farthest corner of the room Lotte raised her translucent hands as if she were surrendering.

“I…you…you’re…” Roy began to stammer incoherently as he gawked at Lotte.

“Dead?” She completed this thought.

Pale and shaking he nodded. Roy felt almost as if he was going to throw up on the carpet.

“I know I’m dead…but I can’t really rest until my remains are properly cremated. You see… after Professor Oden murdered me and left you to die in that abandoned apartment…he sort of…defiled my body,” she explained.

Remembering that night, a violent pang went through Roy’s heart. There was so much more he could have done to save Lotte.

“He skinned my body, removed the important parts from my skeleton, sold my organs on the black market - at least I know that they are going to good use - and then proceeded to dump my skeleton behind this complex. That was two months ago.

“Two weeks ago, the older janitor, Benny, he found it, panicked, and decided to dump my skeleton in here. I mean no one’s lived here in years.”

It took everything for Roy to not retch at the explanation. He staggered to his feet, bolted out of the apartment, leaned over the porch railing and vomited.



I hope this was enjoyable for you all. Please comment with reviews!
Sincerely Yours,
Alice C. Kirk
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