"You coming to my fucking party tonight?!"
"Yeah man, of course dude!"
"It's gonna be fucking off the hook!"
"Kevin, perhaps you can share the details of your party after class?"
Our history teacher Mr Langmead was staring over at us exasperatedly.
"What are you doing tonight sir? Do you wanna come to my party?" Kevin was grinning foolishly back at Langmead like he always did: fearless and stupid.
Kevin was my mate and all but the guy was thick as bricks, his parents were always in the States on business of some sort -- Kev had no idea what -- and so he was left to his own devices in a mansion in Highgate looking directly onto Hampstead Heath. There was a pool in the basement as well as a hot tub and steam room where I'd fucked my girlfriend Millie last week. Millie was sat next to me in her drab grey uniform combing her frighteningly straight blonde hair. She was beautiful, of that there could be no doubt, delicate cheekbones, heart shaped lips and pale blue eyes. She was also the most fucking boring person I'd ever known. She spent all her spare time in beauty salons with Kev's girlfriend Amy who was a clone of Millie: shiny blonde hair, blue eyes, full pink lips and a tiny button nose that made her look ridiculously innocent. Both of them had perfect unblemished skin and toned bodies with medium sized breasts. They were Barbie dolls and having sex with Millie was like fucking a doll: dull, unsatisfying and mildly disturbing.
We were what you called the popular set primarily because we had oodles of money and were stupidly good looking. I mean everyone in the school had money, it was a private school after all, but nobody had contacts like Kev and our other mate Jason did and nobody threw parties like Kev. So in many ways it wasn't money, it was just Kev -- he was the man and nobody was going to change that.
I'd known Kev for my whole life, we lived next door until I was 11 and then my parents divorced. My mother didn't want me so I moved with my father to Hampstead about half an hour away from Kev. Had our friendship changed? Not really. We hung out, we went to the same parties, took the same drugs, drank the same booze and dated the same girls. Millie and Amy were best friends so naturally when Kev asked Amy out I began to date Millie. I had no interest in her and I presumed she felt the same way about me but that would have required her feeling something and I found that hard to fathom.
"Come on class it's only for twenty minutes now please show some respect, she was a member of this school just like you." Langmead breaks my train of thought and I remember it is the 31st of October, the day Claire Allsop died.
Well I say died but nobody actually found a body. It was three years ago now but already the novelty had worn off, as we left the classroom and into the main theatre everyone was chatting animatedly about Kev's party, outfits, who they were going to sleep with -- anything but Claire Allsop. I sat down next to Jason Magdorf and his girlfriend Tamsin, a hard nosed bitch who hated me since I fucked her a year ago just before I met Millie. We were both drunk but I knew what I was doing, she'd been dating Jason since the start of secondary school and always made a big deal out of being a one guy kind of girl and how she was saving herself for when she turned eighteen. So naturally I wanted to test this code and the most surprising thing was how easy it was. She'd initiated it dragging me up to her room at some party when Jason was actually downstairs. She gave great head, which made me doubt her strict prissy code of honour. Who knows? What I did know was I fucked her before Jason did and that was immensely satisfying.
Jason was a prick: he was captain of the Rugby team and was the reason we were languishing in mid-table. I think he had his suspicions about Tamsin and me after fuckgate because he was constantly sledging me every match. I ignored it but in training I made sure to hit him hard in every tackle sometimes seeking him out to crunch him. I was four inches taller than him so there was little he could do, the long dirty haired twat.
"As you well know today is a tragic day in the history of this school." Principal Hopper was on his plinth holding court on his favourite of days: centre stage, a chance to sermonise on faith and maybe some fake tears for the governors.
Claire disappeared when we were in year 10 so we must have been 15 or so. I had spoken to her once in a Maths class when I was paired up with her for some 'group learning'. She was shy and quiet so when she disappeared I wasn't surprised. It's always the quiet ones. The photograph standing on the stage next to Hopper was of her in the drab grey uniform, unsmiling and without make-up. Clearly there weren't any others.
She was fairly pretty with ethereal blonde hair and ghostly pale skin but she was incredibly skinny and always wore grey to make her slide into the background I guess. We were forced to attend her funeral and it was a rather morbid affair, she had no parents (nobody knew why) and the only person who spoke was Hopper so presumably she had no one else. It turned out no one knew anything about her, she was a ghost who only became noticed when she disappeared. The police went to her address but found the house empty and vacant. There was no other way of contacting her so the police declared her as a missing person. But a week later somewhat mysteriously a note was found on top of a white cardigan by a man walking his dog on the Heath and the police decided a verdict of suicide was the simplest solution and that was that. Hopper lived off it implementing Bible study as compulsory learning and daily sermons in the small church on the school grounds.
"Tonight is not a time for celebration it is a time of reflection and prayer. I implore all of you to banish the devil from your souls and ask for forgiveness."
Kev snorted and various murmurings of "yeah right" wafted over the hall much to Hopper's annoyance.
"Silence!"
The room went deadly silent.
"Now let us pray." He utters with a smug self satisfied smirk.
"So Carrington when are you coming over?"
We are standing outside the school's black wrought iron gates, the sky a pitiless grey threatening rain but none as yet falls from the hell above. Millie and Amy are 'busy' touching up their make up, Tamsin and Jason are making out against the side of Jason's sleek new Bentley that his Dad bought for him after he passed his driving test a week ago. I'm quietly sickened that he is driving a Bentley at 17 but I don't show my disgust as it would make him think I'm jealous. And the fact is my father bought me a Porsche 911 in black last week. I just didn't want anyone to know about it so I only drove it at night slinking through the dark shadows of North London to the sound of screaming. It's a compilation of the best horror movie screams: I particularly enjoy Shelley Duvall's Wendy Torrance in The Shining and the pleading girl at the end of Tobe Hooper's Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I find it soothes me when I cannot sleep which has been often recently.
"So Carrington, when?" I drift back to focus on Kev. My name is Michael but we call each other by our surname.
"I'll be there around eight-ish Poulter chill the fuck out." I reply irritably.
"Carrington buddy relax, it's fucking Halloween, we're gonna get smashed on champagne and Dad sent some of those new cigars over from Cuba."
"I'll see you later guys. Millie, are you coming to my place or going straight there?" I ask desperate for her to say she's going with Amy.
"You know Amy and I have a facial at five." She snaps back.
"Yes but from who?!" Kev laughs maniacally at his own joke. Millie and Amy look disgustedly at Kev and walk off down the leafy lane towards where Amy lives in a stonking mansion close to the size of Kev's but less grandiose.
Kev has spotted one of his drug dealer mates over the road and hails him over no doubt to buy some coke. I can't be bothered to join him so without saying goodbye to Jason or Tamsin I cross the road and head onto the Heath.
I like the Heath at this time: birds squawking in the trees, leaves falling about my feet to signal autumn in full flight and the ever strengthening breeze that with every howl promises rain.
My house is hidden away off the main road that runs alongside Hampstead Heath. It's a large brown brick house on four floors with large windows that have the curtains always drawn and a roof terrace that overlooks the whole of the Heath and far beyond. My father is away on business in Europe and as he is rarely home this makes little difference to me. My father had plenty of one night stands when away but he had yet to bring anyone home who was remotely serious. My mother on the other hand had married some rich Swiss banker and lived on Lake Luzern. I had not spoken to her since she had left my father.
I toss my keys onto the kitchen counter and open the floor to ceiling refrigerator for a Bud. I'm struck by how empty the fridge is, Ocado were meant to deliver yesterday but there was a problem with the order. Looked like I would have to order in tonight. I scrolled down my contacts and ordered a Tandoori Hot from Domino's with extra chilli and garlic sauce: it seemed appropriate for Halloween. I cooked most evenings, I found it extremely satisfying and it gave me a chance to pass the time whilst being creative. I was a straight A student but nothing excited me about my subjects. With cooking I saw endless possibilities, roads untraveled, room for manoeuvre. It was the one area of my life I felt completely in control and focused.
Kev hated it here. As did the rest of the group. My house was cold and sterile. It was ultra modern, everything seemed to be marble but it was all dark grey. My father had been in a dark place when he ordered redecorating the house. When he was home -- which was rarely -- he slept upstairs in the top bedroom that overlooked the Heath. I took the basement lounge/bedroom when he was home but when he was away I used the top room. Kev and the others couldn't understand why I left large areas of the house unused, curtains drawn and in pitch blackness. I liked it better this way, I grew sick and tired of hanging around with all of them anyway, particularly Millie who complained incessantly about the wallpaper and how far it was from her house despite her driving here in ten minutes max. The doorbell rang and I paid the delivery guy a generous tip as he was dressed in a pumpkin helmet and matching orange overalls. He reminded me of a member of Slipknot and that made me smile.
Up in my bedroom I look out of the panoramic windows, glorying in the bleakness of the dead rising once again. I had never understood Halloween until I visited Canada when I was 12 and I saw the houses dressed in a thousand lights, surrounded by scarecrows and glowing jack o' lanterns. Trick or treat meant something, the mythology of Halloween burned brighter than I had ever imagined it could. At home it had grown from a nothing event preceding Guy Fawkes Night into a commercial behemoth to squeeze a little more money before Christmas. When I was younger we would trick or treat half heartedly knocking on unanswered doors until we gave up and what we did amass was taken off us by whichever gang of youths was roaming the streets. The last three years had been a slight improvement but only just: Kev's party. And that wasn't exactly a Halloween party. It resembles the party Lindsay Lohan goes to in Mean Girls -- girls dress slutty and guys either make no effort or just look like dickheads.
The previous years I had gone as Leatherface (sadly it was lost on everyone as Chainsaw was before 1990), Ghostface (generic, I wasn't in a creative mood) and last year I went all out and got the full Pennywise costume, make up, the boots...I even read Stephen King's fucking opus to know everything about the character. It's incredible how much kids hate clowns: every little trick or treater I passed ran away crying to their mummies who promptly attempted to dress me down on how I shouldn't be scaring little kids to which I replied with a wide grin "In the end they all float!" That scared them off.
I took it a little to far with Kev's younger brother Charlie though. After I'd grown bored of the party I went upstairs to the bathroom adjacent to Charlie's room and hid in the bathtub closing the curtain as I did so. And sure enough the kid needs a piss so after about thirty minutes of twiddling my thumbs the kid comes into the bathroom not bothering to switch the light on and begins to take a piss. I start murmuring "They all float, they all float" and he stutters "whose there" and I hear the fear in his voice. I go silent and that makes him breathe faster beginning to whimper "whose there, whose there?!" And just as he flicks the light switch on I rip the curtain open and scream "Your Worst Nightmare!" and chase him out of the room cackling. Apparently he never used that bathroom again (it mattered little as it was one of ten in the house) and he had nightmares for weeks according to his nanny who gave me a pretty severe dressing down when I went over to play FIFA at Kev's. It was all worth it though: Charlie hid whenever I went over and he'd become a lot less irritating, something even Kev was appreciative of even if he had no intention of saying it. Anyway this year I would have to tone it down so I'd gone for a nice simple Corey Taylor/Michael Myers combo: black jeans, black t-shirt and black sports jacket with a genuine replica Michael Myers mask that I'd altered slightly with a circle around the left eyehole and a touch of scrubbing that roughened up the texture of the mask.
I brushed my teeth thoroughly and gargled with Listerine. I wasn't sure whether to wear the mask before I got to the party. Pennywise had been inspired but walking down the road looking like a raged maniac could cause a few problems with the police, who constantly roamed the streets on Halloween. No I'd better put it in the pocket of the black jacket.
Night had fallen when I left the house around 7.45, the wind had died down but the chill remained. Streetlights blazed through the rising mist illuminating the dead. I turned into the Heath enjoying the crunch my black Timberland's made on the gravel beneath my feet. Joggers in fluorescent yellow passed me in misty blurs. The path needled down under a cloak of twisting fog and gnarled treetops.
"Hey mate you got a 'gret?"
I stopped suddenly and looked over at a girl sitting on a park bench chewing gum. She was chavvy, street trash: there were plenty of them around London, lots of attitude, rough and slutty. This one was wearing a tight grey McKenzie hoodie over super skinny bleached blue jeans. Her brown hair was scraped back into a bun magnifying her reasonably pretty face: small nose, pronounced eyelashes outlined in black and full pink lips.
"So you got a 'gret then?" 'Gret is a cigarette.
"Yeah man." I pull out a whole pack of Marlboro Lights. I don't smoke but you wouldn't believe how many girls you can pull just by offering them a cigarette.
"I'll give you a blowjob for the pack." She slurs.
"The whole pack?" I'm teasing her.
"Come on mate I'll fucking give you a blowjob right here and now." How old was she? 15? 16?
"Alright then."
"Come then." She gets up and I follow her into a heavily wooded area, the ground swamped with a bed of dead leaves. Pale rays of light shine from the streetlights on the main path. She lowers herself down to her knees and unbuckles my jeans pulling out my cock that is half erect. Without hesitation she sucks me in and begins to work her tongue over the shaft. She must have plenty of practice because she sucks like a champion taking me deeper and deeper slurping loudly as she does so. She doesn't look up at me once as if she is consuming a meal and has no other interest. I run my fingers through her hair and push her head deeper into my member. I feel my tip hit the back of her throat making her gag and she releases me coughing up flecks of sticky fluid.
"Do you wanna see my tits then?"
"Stand up."
Obediently she rises. I unzip her hoodie to reveal a tight grey vest that clings to her plentiful breasts. I push her down to the bed of leaves below and rip off the vest not surprised to find she is braless. Her tits are firm and shiver in the cold night. I massage them roughly before sucking her pert nipples in hungrily. She groans her breath coming out in plumes of smoke. I slide my hands down to her jeans and unbuckle the belt. She wriggles out from underneath me.
"Nah mate I'm not letting you fuck me now give me the 'gret's." Her voice is shrill.
I push her into the back of a tree and slide her jeans down and push my hand down into her white panties stroking her clit. She tries to push me away but lets out a sudden cry of exaltation. I lean in and whisper into her pierced ear.
"Has anyone ever licked your clit before?"
"N-n-no." She stutters.
I slide down, my tongue ravenously coursing over her bare breasts and pierced tummy button. Easing her panties down I find a small golden ring piercing that sends a raging spasm of excitement up my spine. I tongue her dark pink clit feverishly sliding her lips apart and moistening every crevice of her vagina. She howls at the moon moaning louder and louder her juices flowing out onto my chapped lips.
"Ok! Ok! Please!" She wails,
I rise up and slip my fingers into her mouth. She sucks greedily slurping up every last mouthful. My hands sweep over her skin sending rivulets of heat into her cool skin. The mist is rising around us casting us in a veil of smoke. She leans in and asks in a pleading voice.
"Please fuck me up the ass."
I look at her sadly. She's too young to die but I have no choice. I turn her to face the tree and bend her over so her tight asshole is inches from my cock.
"Please! Come on!" She pleads.
I plunge the knife into her heart. She yelps in shock but the cold subdues her once she hits the ground. Her face is contorted in an expression of exalted surprise. I remove the knife and wipe it down with a leaf. I redress her and lay her down on the softest blanket of leaves placing the knife beside her. I kiss her on the forehead and place the cigarettes in her left hand. My penis is still moist as I jack off over the girl's body. I buckle my jeans and carefully pull the mask out of the jacket pocket. Positioning it over my face I pull the strap around my head and reach into my other pocket. I hold a small capsule of petrol and drizzle it over the body and I'm thinking of pancakes covered in Maple syrup, I might have some for breakfast tomorrow morning. I move away from the body my head bowed in sadness. I turn back and light a match, watching the flame flicker in the marauding mist. I flick the match and watch the flames engulf this poor soul.
"Carrington why do you always have to come as a psychopath man? It's getting fucking old dude." Jason is speaking but I am half asleep. I've only been at the party for an hour and already I am bored out of my mind.
"It's because Carrington thinks he is special somehow." Tamsin spits out.
"Hey dude is that Millie Potter kissing Damien Lindegaard?" Some guy whose name escapes me is pointing animatedly over at Millie making out with Damien next to the 50 inch plasma adorning the main opposite wall of the cavernous lounge.
"Shit! That is Millie Potter!" Gasps of incredulity sweep over the room like a rash. Faces turning like clockwork their hands directed at me. I raise my eyes to them and sigh inwardly. What do they want from me? A violent reaction? I'm not a violent person. An emotional reaction? I'm not particularly emotional. Any kind of reaction? What none of them understood was that I had no interest in Millie or anyone else in the room.
"Carrington are you going to do anything?" Tamsin is looking over at me disgustedly.
I return her gaze and smile. She looks away uncomfortably. Satisfied I rise up off the sofa and walk straight past Millie who is still locked in lip consultation with Damien. I wonder if Damien spiked her drink because Millie looks fucked out of her head. And then I realise I don't really give a shit and move through the epic highway of a corridor to the left quarter staircase. I ascended to the top floor and poked my nose into Charlie's room whispering "They all float Charlie, oh yes they all float". I heard him whimper and begin to cry. Pleased with myself I walked to the last room on the left. I pushed the door open and found Karen Brightman in floods of tears. Karen was in the bottom strata of girls at Highgate in popularity and looks. I wasn't even sure if she had any friends so goodness knows why she was at Kev's party. She was dressed as the Wicked Witch of the East with full green face paint, red lipstick and credit to her a completely resplendent black cloak and black pointed hat. She even had Dorothy's ruby slippers! I was so impressed and awed by her dedication to her character that I lost myself momentarily.
"Karen you look absolutely fantastic!"
She was taken aback choking on her tears that threatened to ruin her wonderful make-up job.
"Here stop crying. Come on Karen it's ok." I sat next to her and softly pat her knee. She looked at me confused.
"Michael I don't understand."
"Understand what?"
"Why are you being nice to me?"
"Am I not a nice guy?"
"No -- I mean yes -- I mean..." She trailed off bewildered by her own bewilderment.
"Look Karen I know what it takes to put so much effort into getting inside character and then nobody gives a damn. It hurts doesn't it?"
Karen nodded gratefully.
"When I came in I thought -- I thought it was a Halloween party Michael! But nobody was dressed up. And then everyone started laughing and and I-I --"
"You've never been to one of these things before, huh?"
She shook her head despondently.
"Hey Karen it's no big deal. You're not missing anything seriously. I'm here every week and I'd rather be anywhere else if I'm honest."
"Then why do you go?"
"I don't honestly know Karen. I guess we all just want to fit in I suppose."
"But you're one of the most popular guys in school." She said surprised.
"Am I? I'm best mates with Kev and I date a plastic bimbo who I hate, I'm sickeningly rich and last Christmas I went skiing in Aspen. That is why I'm popular. It'll end eventually."
Karen was looking at me pityingly.
"Karen! Don't be sad! I'm the lucky one. Who invited you to this party anyway?"
"Amy. So you hate Millie? Why do you date her then?"
"She's cheating on me downstairs and I don't care Karen. Is something wrong with me? Am I a bad guy?"
"No Michael no you're a- a good guy. Everyone hates Millie but they're just too scared to say anything."
Karen's expression was so indignant that I felt compelled to kiss her. I leaned in and met her lips softly lingering for a few seconds before breaking away.
"M-michael why did you do that?"
"Because I wanted to."
I lean in once more and kiss her harder this time her lipstick sticky on my lips. She pulls away this time breathlessly. Her face was a mixture of fear and unbridled excitement. I removed her hat and gently brushed her mousy brown hair off her sweaty forehead.
"You've done an amazing job with the face paint Karen, tremendous!"
She giggled nervously and looked down shyly.
Slowly I reached behind her back and drew the cloak's zip down. She shifted uncomfortably as if unsure whether she was allowed to say no. I stopped.
"Look Karen if you just want to sit and chat that's cool. We don't have to do anything."
"Could we just lock the door Michael? I'm sorry it's just this is my first time and I'm -- I'm a little nervous." Her voice broke and she looked down again clearly blushing but through the green paint it was impossible to tell.
I locked the door and approached her again cautiously.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. Yes I'm sure Michael I want this but I...are you sure you want to with me?" She stuttered uncertainly.
"Yes Karen I do." I reassured her.
She fiddled with her hands not sure what to do. I cupped her chin in my palm and kissed her whilst continuing to unzip the cloak. Her considerably pale bare back was in stark contrast to her emerald face. I rubbed her back sensually rubbing my fingers over her green bra strap.
"Stand up." I whispered.
Karen rose, her hands shaking. I squeezed her shoulder and slipped the cloak off her shoulders and in slow motion we watched as the cloak fell to the white carpet below. Immediately she held her face in her hands mortified. She was quite a picture: Her pea green face flecked with red lipstick and then her bare white shoulders and slightly flabby stomach were offset by a lime green bra and green gloves. And over her legs she wore tight putrid green tights and most striking of all her ruby slippers glittering in the lava lamps glow. She made for the door but I stopped her pushing her to the queen sized bed. I spread her arms out and gripped her hands as I kissed her passionately flicking my tongue into her open mouth tasting the stale odour of vodka cranberry. I grinded my member over her crotch, pressing my whole body into hers. She sighed. I wandered my lips down to her breasts and kissed her nipples between the silk material of her bra all the while feeling myself getting hard. I eased my fingers down her tights rubbing her pussy through the soft satin of her panties. Suddenly I felt warm liquid trickle over my fingers.
"Oh my God Michael I'm so sorry I-I-I...!" Karen stared up at me desperately.
"Don't worry about it Karen seriously relax!" I shook the droplets of her urine off my hand.
Humiliated she fell to the carpet and began to cry. She looked truly pitiful, her green face paint had begun to crack and her crotch was soaked and omitting a powerful odour of damp urine. Instinctively I picked her up and carried her out the room.
"Michael! What are you doing?" She cried trying to wriggle free from my grip.
I walked into the bathroom next to Charlie's room and laid her in the bath. I locked the door and flicked on the taps allowing hot water to gush into the empty tub. Squeezing a whole bottle of Radox Lime and Fennel bath therapy into the whirlpool underneath the taps I saw Karen crumple in exhaustion.
"Let's get this stuff off." Wordlessly she unclipped her bra letting her small breasts free, I helped her slide her tights off and after a minute or so she eased her panties off. Her pussy was hairless and incredible tight. She was incredibly youthful in appearance.
"Michael?"
"Mm?"
"I'm so sorry." She choked out miserably.
"It was my fault I shouldn't have pushed you. It was unfair of me to do that. Karen, your first time should be special and well...I don't think tonight was that night." My voice is hushed, barely more than a whisper.
Karen grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. Over the next half hour I scrub her face clean managing to remove most of the paint and wash her hair through twice. I find a dress of Amy's in one of the spare rooms and a cashmere coat that Amy has worn once in all the time I've known her. I pack Karen's costume into a Louis Vuitton sports holdall apart from her slippers which she keeps on. I shepherd her down the stairs and out one of the side doors that only Kev and I know about. I guide her through the bushes and out the main gate onto Bishops Avenue.
"Michael this is all too much. I can't have this stuff."
"Whatever you do Karen, keep it. Amy won't notice her wardrobe is as big as your house believe me."
"But --"
"No but Karen just do what I say."
I hail a black cab and tell the driver to take her home. She lives half an hour away in Finchley. I pay the driver thirty pounds and kiss Karen on the cheek. She embraces me like a long lost lover and I'm stunned by her affection. The cab whirls away into the deep mist and I'm left standing stock still without any feeling in my arms or legs staggered by what has just happened. I felt softened unable to comprehend the warmth and unhinged force of emotion welling up inside of me.
"Hey Carrington what the fuck are you doing out here? Come and fucking do a line with me you fucker!" Kev swayed toward me out of the swirling mist, a bottle of Stolichnaya in one hand and a cigar in the other. His eyes were blazing wide open, his hair was drenched in sweat and vodka and he was dribbling. At that moment I hated him beyond recognition for being such a pathetic leech, a pointless existence.
"Come on you fucking pussy! Millie fucked Damien and you did fuck all about it you pussyyyyyy." He was slurring badly. I breathed out slowly.
"Come on Kev lets go for a walk."
"Walk where?" He slurred stupidly.
"Come on dude it won't take long."
"Only if you do a line of Ruby's stomach when we get back." He grinned idiotically
"Sure thing dude."
"Fucking right you will dude!"
He staggered forward slopping vodka over the wet pavement. I walked slightly in front heading down alongside the Heath. The street was quiet except for the distant thump of bass from Kev's mansion. Fog billowed around us, squirreling out of the drains into the Range Rover's lining the curb and then into wispy figures of smoke that spiralled dizzyingly around our feet.
"Dude you know that slut Ruby man? I was fucking doing line after line off her stomach and then she whispers to me have you ever fucked on cocaine? Dude!! I was like is that a movie line or something? And she grabs my hand and takes me to that random laundry room, you know the one that we used to use as a pool room before we got the games room in? Man she is crazy Carrington! She snorted a line off my dick! She wanted it all man, I fucked her mouth so hard she was bleeding man! Shit! She's so fucked man she doesn't even know about it...hahaha...and then I'm in the sauna dude and you know that chick Lisa in the year below man she was fucking on itttt! She was looking fucking nice man and she's just got a thong on and she's lying down with her legs wide open man and I was seeing everything dude...so I started to rub her up and down with those Eucalyptus oils and she was getting hornier and hornier dude she kept moaning and groaning and then she just jumps on my cock man and I'm still on it man I thought my cock would fucking give up but I've still got it! And I'm fucking her up the ass and slapping her a bit and she's loving it and it was so bloody hot I thought I was going to die man so I kick the door open and there's fucking Amy sucking some guys dick outside the steam room and man I was so pissed so I fucked Lisa so hard man she was fucking crying at the end of it seriously dude! Haaaaaa! Man where the fuck are we?!"
We are standing over Claire Allsop's gravestone. The stone is chipped and dirty green moss engulfs her epitaph. Behind the stone there is a large hole that has been only freshly dug out. Have the gravekeepers decided to remove her stone? No one would notice or indeed care so it was possible. And of course there was nothing down there.
"Where the fuck are we Carrington? Lets go do some coke man. I'll let you fuck Ruby dude she's nuts man." Kev takes another swig of vodka.
It just seemed odd that they'd leave a dug up grave without filling it in. I turned to Kev. He had dropped his trousers and was urinating on Claire's grave, a gleeful look on his face.
"Hey Crrington this is that dead chick's grave! Well she won't mind will she?! She's fucking dead!" He keeled over cackling with laughter. Wordlessly I let him finish. He tried to recover himself but he was laughing so hard he dropped to the sodden earth. I spotted a spade over by a gravestone to the right of Claire's. I picked it up nonchalantly and smashed it over Kev's head knocking him unconscious. A small pool of blood began to form in his matted hair. I smashed him over the head once more. Satisfied by the steady trickle of blood flowing down his neck I dug the spade under his body and rolled him into the open grave. His body made a loud thump as it hit the cold earth below. Soon the maggots would come and swim in his blood. The bottle of Stolichnaya lay next to him but where was his cigar? I saw it next to the gravestone, clearly he'd dropped it when he was taking a piss. I chucked it in after him. Sweating slightly I lifted the heavy soil into the grave until the sight of Kev disappeared and all was dark brown. I patted down the soil and smoothed it over. I was rather pleased with my handiwork. I found a bunch of roses resting against a grave five stones away. I plucked one off the bunch and laid it down on the block of dark earth resting on top of Kev.
"That took you longer than I expected."
I stumbled backward in shock. My heart banging I turned to the disembodied voice and staggered back against the gravestone.
"Sorry for startling you I haven't spoken to anyone in quite some time."
"Claire?!" I choked out.
"You remember me?"
"Y-yes of course I do."
"Well you have just buried your best friend in my grave so I guess it would be rude if you didn't know me." She smiles clearly amused.
"B-but where have you been? It's been three years."
"Yes it has hasn't it? I suppose you remember because you had that memorial today."
"N-no. I always remember."
"That's sweet. Yes I always thought you were an odd fit in the eliterati."
"The what?"
"Oh the eliterati? It was what I always called your group. You were snobbish, bitchy, elitist, empty and had ludicrous delusions of grandeur so I thought it suited you to the ground."
"Oh."
"Here come closer so I can get a look at you."
I approached her cautiously. I was shocked by how beautiful she was. She was more ghostlike than ever in her ivory complexion. Tendrils of blonde hair floated over her face, her grey eyes sad and lost gazed into mine. A loose white silk vest hung off her shoulders exposing her pale but plentiful breasts. A light white denim skirt hung over her pins of porcelain almost blinding me with their pureness. She was barefoot but the muddy earth seemed to wash off her feet as she stepped toward me.
"Do you like what you see?"
"You're...magnificent." I murmured.
"Take your mask off Michael I want to see you."
I pulled the mask off my head and lowered it to the ground.
"That's better."
It was as if she was floating toward me, a shimmering ghost floating over the dead, cutting through the twisting fog. She came to settle before me. Everything about her was white apart from her lips, which were light pink and ever so soft as I kissed her gently letting go of my fear and confusion. Her delicate fingers slipped my jacket to the ground and floated down to my belt.
"But Claire where have you been? What happened to you? I -- "
"Sssh Michael." She whispered putting her finger to my lips.
She drifts down and unbuckled my jeans. Above, the moon shines down casting Claire in a glorious light. She flutters her tongue over my tip and then wades down taking me to the back of throat. She doesn't gag or even splutter. She just rolls her wet smooth lips over my pulsating member. I feel myself throbbing in her mouth growing and growing. She pushes me to the side of her mouth her tongue flicking the base of my cock causing a tickling sensation. Warm juices stream down my shaft to which she swallows every drop. She lingers over my balls licking each one before floating upwards once more and diving down onto the raging member itself. The tip hit the back of her throat but she continued to suck ferociously pumping back and forth back and forth until I was fit to burst. Finally she gagged choking on the flurry of liquid foaming out of her mouth. She stared up at me looking for approval.
"Claire that was...wow! Amazing!" I breathed heavily trying to compose myself.
She stood up and grabbed my face hard pushing her lips into mine violently drawing blood her tongue thrashing against mine. She pushed harder into me forcing me to the cold wet earth below. She released the straps of her vest allowing her supple breasts to press into my face. I suck her hard nipples in tasting a milky substance. Thirsty for more I suck harder and feel her lactate, thundering the substance into my open mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh mnnnmnnnn!" Claire moans her neck arched to the moonlight.
I flicker my tongue over her nipples squeezing the flesh to release more milk. Her hand is pumping my cock and more liquid spurts out of the tip to which she sucks up hungrily. I move my hands down and grip her bum through her denim skirt. Slowly I raise the skirt up and feel the soft curve of her cheeks. She rises up and places her hairless pussy over my lips and sinks my head into her moist lips. I massage her small clit inhaling the pungent aroma of wet earth infused with her juices that flow out onto my cheeks. I force my tongue up inside her feeling walls of soft flesh welcome me in.
"Faster!" Claire screams.
I lick faster and harder her nails digging into my scalp so hard my eyes water. And finally she explodes, sticky tendrils of glue lace my face and drip off my lips. Without hesitation she lifts up and drops down onto my feverish member and in response I thrust up inside her soaking pussy. My fingers traipse through the damp earth as I push harder and faster. Her tits bounce up and down with each thrust and she is moaning so loud it resembles the undead. She jumps off me and leans against her gravestone and beckons me.
I hesitate for a second and she violently pulls me toward her. I drive into her open lips enjoying the squelch and thwack as her leg rests on my shoulder she lies across the stone at a side angle allowing me extra power into each thrust.
"Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmhhmhhmmhnmnmnm! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She is wailing at the top of her voice and I am ready to blow the mother of all loads but just as I feel it's time she pushes me back. I slip into the earth below.
"Get that shirt off." Claire orders.
I suddenly notice I am freezing breaking out into a cold sweat goosebumps snaking across my body. Claire jumps on top of me and rips my shirt off and tears my shoes and socks off. Her vest and skirt lay next to her gravestone. She pins my arms down into the soft earth her tits pressing hard into my chest as her lips bite mine drawing yet more blood. She pores over my naked torso her wet bloodied lips licking my icy nipples. I am too exhausted and in thrall to resist as she drenches my cock in the boggy earth giggling delightedly as she places her pink pussy onto my cock. She thrusts into me oozing sticky fluids and earth inside her.
"Come on Michael! Come on fuck me fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" She howls at the moon like a woman possessed.
I strain to hold on thrusting deeper into her. I feel my whole cock immersed in her soaking vagina and it still expands further until I know I will burst. An explosion of steaming hot cum erupts out of her pussy soaking my stomach. She leans back screaming in ecstasy cum flowing from her lips. Pools of fluid lie on my stomach but I am too drained to sit up. Claire throws her hair back a demonic glint in her eyes.
"I'm dead good aren't I?!" She cackles uproariously pressing down into my naked skin with hers our juices mingling into some sort of sick syrupy mixture.
I am frozen staccato in the Everywhen unable to move a muscle. I feel like my very soul has been sucked out of me. I don't feel Claire's last suffocating kiss or her deathly cold hands forming a vice grip around my neck. I notice the sky has blackened and the trees are baying for blood, everything is blurring out of focus but as clear as day is the spectre of Claire Allsop floating above me illuminated by the fading moonlight and the last thing I see before the power goes out is her grin, wide and dripping with pleasure.
"Yeah man, of course dude!"
"It's gonna be fucking off the hook!"
"Kevin, perhaps you can share the details of your party after class?"
Our history teacher Mr Langmead was staring over at us exasperatedly.
"What are you doing tonight sir? Do you wanna come to my party?" Kevin was grinning foolishly back at Langmead like he always did: fearless and stupid.
Kevin was my mate and all but the guy was thick as bricks, his parents were always in the States on business of some sort -- Kev had no idea what -- and so he was left to his own devices in a mansion in Highgate looking directly onto Hampstead Heath. There was a pool in the basement as well as a hot tub and steam room where I'd fucked my girlfriend Millie last week. Millie was sat next to me in her drab grey uniform combing her frighteningly straight blonde hair. She was beautiful, of that there could be no doubt, delicate cheekbones, heart shaped lips and pale blue eyes. She was also the most fucking boring person I'd ever known. She spent all her spare time in beauty salons with Kev's girlfriend Amy who was a clone of Millie: shiny blonde hair, blue eyes, full pink lips and a tiny button nose that made her look ridiculously innocent. Both of them had perfect unblemished skin and toned bodies with medium sized breasts. They were Barbie dolls and having sex with Millie was like fucking a doll: dull, unsatisfying and mildly disturbing.
We were what you called the popular set primarily because we had oodles of money and were stupidly good looking. I mean everyone in the school had money, it was a private school after all, but nobody had contacts like Kev and our other mate Jason did and nobody threw parties like Kev. So in many ways it wasn't money, it was just Kev -- he was the man and nobody was going to change that.
I'd known Kev for my whole life, we lived next door until I was 11 and then my parents divorced. My mother didn't want me so I moved with my father to Hampstead about half an hour away from Kev. Had our friendship changed? Not really. We hung out, we went to the same parties, took the same drugs, drank the same booze and dated the same girls. Millie and Amy were best friends so naturally when Kev asked Amy out I began to date Millie. I had no interest in her and I presumed she felt the same way about me but that would have required her feeling something and I found that hard to fathom.
"Come on class it's only for twenty minutes now please show some respect, she was a member of this school just like you." Langmead breaks my train of thought and I remember it is the 31st of October, the day Claire Allsop died.
Well I say died but nobody actually found a body. It was three years ago now but already the novelty had worn off, as we left the classroom and into the main theatre everyone was chatting animatedly about Kev's party, outfits, who they were going to sleep with -- anything but Claire Allsop. I sat down next to Jason Magdorf and his girlfriend Tamsin, a hard nosed bitch who hated me since I fucked her a year ago just before I met Millie. We were both drunk but I knew what I was doing, she'd been dating Jason since the start of secondary school and always made a big deal out of being a one guy kind of girl and how she was saving herself for when she turned eighteen. So naturally I wanted to test this code and the most surprising thing was how easy it was. She'd initiated it dragging me up to her room at some party when Jason was actually downstairs. She gave great head, which made me doubt her strict prissy code of honour. Who knows? What I did know was I fucked her before Jason did and that was immensely satisfying.
Jason was a prick: he was captain of the Rugby team and was the reason we were languishing in mid-table. I think he had his suspicions about Tamsin and me after fuckgate because he was constantly sledging me every match. I ignored it but in training I made sure to hit him hard in every tackle sometimes seeking him out to crunch him. I was four inches taller than him so there was little he could do, the long dirty haired twat.
"As you well know today is a tragic day in the history of this school." Principal Hopper was on his plinth holding court on his favourite of days: centre stage, a chance to sermonise on faith and maybe some fake tears for the governors.
Claire disappeared when we were in year 10 so we must have been 15 or so. I had spoken to her once in a Maths class when I was paired up with her for some 'group learning'. She was shy and quiet so when she disappeared I wasn't surprised. It's always the quiet ones. The photograph standing on the stage next to Hopper was of her in the drab grey uniform, unsmiling and without make-up. Clearly there weren't any others.
She was fairly pretty with ethereal blonde hair and ghostly pale skin but she was incredibly skinny and always wore grey to make her slide into the background I guess. We were forced to attend her funeral and it was a rather morbid affair, she had no parents (nobody knew why) and the only person who spoke was Hopper so presumably she had no one else. It turned out no one knew anything about her, she was a ghost who only became noticed when she disappeared. The police went to her address but found the house empty and vacant. There was no other way of contacting her so the police declared her as a missing person. But a week later somewhat mysteriously a note was found on top of a white cardigan by a man walking his dog on the Heath and the police decided a verdict of suicide was the simplest solution and that was that. Hopper lived off it implementing Bible study as compulsory learning and daily sermons in the small church on the school grounds.
"Tonight is not a time for celebration it is a time of reflection and prayer. I implore all of you to banish the devil from your souls and ask for forgiveness."
Kev snorted and various murmurings of "yeah right" wafted over the hall much to Hopper's annoyance.
"Silence!"
The room went deadly silent.
"Now let us pray." He utters with a smug self satisfied smirk.
"So Carrington when are you coming over?"
We are standing outside the school's black wrought iron gates, the sky a pitiless grey threatening rain but none as yet falls from the hell above. Millie and Amy are 'busy' touching up their make up, Tamsin and Jason are making out against the side of Jason's sleek new Bentley that his Dad bought for him after he passed his driving test a week ago. I'm quietly sickened that he is driving a Bentley at 17 but I don't show my disgust as it would make him think I'm jealous. And the fact is my father bought me a Porsche 911 in black last week. I just didn't want anyone to know about it so I only drove it at night slinking through the dark shadows of North London to the sound of screaming. It's a compilation of the best horror movie screams: I particularly enjoy Shelley Duvall's Wendy Torrance in The Shining and the pleading girl at the end of Tobe Hooper's Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I find it soothes me when I cannot sleep which has been often recently.
"So Carrington, when?" I drift back to focus on Kev. My name is Michael but we call each other by our surname.
"I'll be there around eight-ish Poulter chill the fuck out." I reply irritably.
"Carrington buddy relax, it's fucking Halloween, we're gonna get smashed on champagne and Dad sent some of those new cigars over from Cuba."
"I'll see you later guys. Millie, are you coming to my place or going straight there?" I ask desperate for her to say she's going with Amy.
"You know Amy and I have a facial at five." She snaps back.
"Yes but from who?!" Kev laughs maniacally at his own joke. Millie and Amy look disgustedly at Kev and walk off down the leafy lane towards where Amy lives in a stonking mansion close to the size of Kev's but less grandiose.
Kev has spotted one of his drug dealer mates over the road and hails him over no doubt to buy some coke. I can't be bothered to join him so without saying goodbye to Jason or Tamsin I cross the road and head onto the Heath.
I like the Heath at this time: birds squawking in the trees, leaves falling about my feet to signal autumn in full flight and the ever strengthening breeze that with every howl promises rain.
My house is hidden away off the main road that runs alongside Hampstead Heath. It's a large brown brick house on four floors with large windows that have the curtains always drawn and a roof terrace that overlooks the whole of the Heath and far beyond. My father is away on business in Europe and as he is rarely home this makes little difference to me. My father had plenty of one night stands when away but he had yet to bring anyone home who was remotely serious. My mother on the other hand had married some rich Swiss banker and lived on Lake Luzern. I had not spoken to her since she had left my father.
I toss my keys onto the kitchen counter and open the floor to ceiling refrigerator for a Bud. I'm struck by how empty the fridge is, Ocado were meant to deliver yesterday but there was a problem with the order. Looked like I would have to order in tonight. I scrolled down my contacts and ordered a Tandoori Hot from Domino's with extra chilli and garlic sauce: it seemed appropriate for Halloween. I cooked most evenings, I found it extremely satisfying and it gave me a chance to pass the time whilst being creative. I was a straight A student but nothing excited me about my subjects. With cooking I saw endless possibilities, roads untraveled, room for manoeuvre. It was the one area of my life I felt completely in control and focused.
Kev hated it here. As did the rest of the group. My house was cold and sterile. It was ultra modern, everything seemed to be marble but it was all dark grey. My father had been in a dark place when he ordered redecorating the house. When he was home -- which was rarely -- he slept upstairs in the top bedroom that overlooked the Heath. I took the basement lounge/bedroom when he was home but when he was away I used the top room. Kev and the others couldn't understand why I left large areas of the house unused, curtains drawn and in pitch blackness. I liked it better this way, I grew sick and tired of hanging around with all of them anyway, particularly Millie who complained incessantly about the wallpaper and how far it was from her house despite her driving here in ten minutes max. The doorbell rang and I paid the delivery guy a generous tip as he was dressed in a pumpkin helmet and matching orange overalls. He reminded me of a member of Slipknot and that made me smile.
Up in my bedroom I look out of the panoramic windows, glorying in the bleakness of the dead rising once again. I had never understood Halloween until I visited Canada when I was 12 and I saw the houses dressed in a thousand lights, surrounded by scarecrows and glowing jack o' lanterns. Trick or treat meant something, the mythology of Halloween burned brighter than I had ever imagined it could. At home it had grown from a nothing event preceding Guy Fawkes Night into a commercial behemoth to squeeze a little more money before Christmas. When I was younger we would trick or treat half heartedly knocking on unanswered doors until we gave up and what we did amass was taken off us by whichever gang of youths was roaming the streets. The last three years had been a slight improvement but only just: Kev's party. And that wasn't exactly a Halloween party. It resembles the party Lindsay Lohan goes to in Mean Girls -- girls dress slutty and guys either make no effort or just look like dickheads.
The previous years I had gone as Leatherface (sadly it was lost on everyone as Chainsaw was before 1990), Ghostface (generic, I wasn't in a creative mood) and last year I went all out and got the full Pennywise costume, make up, the boots...I even read Stephen King's fucking opus to know everything about the character. It's incredible how much kids hate clowns: every little trick or treater I passed ran away crying to their mummies who promptly attempted to dress me down on how I shouldn't be scaring little kids to which I replied with a wide grin "In the end they all float!" That scared them off.
I took it a little to far with Kev's younger brother Charlie though. After I'd grown bored of the party I went upstairs to the bathroom adjacent to Charlie's room and hid in the bathtub closing the curtain as I did so. And sure enough the kid needs a piss so after about thirty minutes of twiddling my thumbs the kid comes into the bathroom not bothering to switch the light on and begins to take a piss. I start murmuring "They all float, they all float" and he stutters "whose there" and I hear the fear in his voice. I go silent and that makes him breathe faster beginning to whimper "whose there, whose there?!" And just as he flicks the light switch on I rip the curtain open and scream "Your Worst Nightmare!" and chase him out of the room cackling. Apparently he never used that bathroom again (it mattered little as it was one of ten in the house) and he had nightmares for weeks according to his nanny who gave me a pretty severe dressing down when I went over to play FIFA at Kev's. It was all worth it though: Charlie hid whenever I went over and he'd become a lot less irritating, something even Kev was appreciative of even if he had no intention of saying it. Anyway this year I would have to tone it down so I'd gone for a nice simple Corey Taylor/Michael Myers combo: black jeans, black t-shirt and black sports jacket with a genuine replica Michael Myers mask that I'd altered slightly with a circle around the left eyehole and a touch of scrubbing that roughened up the texture of the mask.
I brushed my teeth thoroughly and gargled with Listerine. I wasn't sure whether to wear the mask before I got to the party. Pennywise had been inspired but walking down the road looking like a raged maniac could cause a few problems with the police, who constantly roamed the streets on Halloween. No I'd better put it in the pocket of the black jacket.
Night had fallen when I left the house around 7.45, the wind had died down but the chill remained. Streetlights blazed through the rising mist illuminating the dead. I turned into the Heath enjoying the crunch my black Timberland's made on the gravel beneath my feet. Joggers in fluorescent yellow passed me in misty blurs. The path needled down under a cloak of twisting fog and gnarled treetops.
"Hey mate you got a 'gret?"
I stopped suddenly and looked over at a girl sitting on a park bench chewing gum. She was chavvy, street trash: there were plenty of them around London, lots of attitude, rough and slutty. This one was wearing a tight grey McKenzie hoodie over super skinny bleached blue jeans. Her brown hair was scraped back into a bun magnifying her reasonably pretty face: small nose, pronounced eyelashes outlined in black and full pink lips.
"So you got a 'gret then?" 'Gret is a cigarette.
"Yeah man." I pull out a whole pack of Marlboro Lights. I don't smoke but you wouldn't believe how many girls you can pull just by offering them a cigarette.
"I'll give you a blowjob for the pack." She slurs.
"The whole pack?" I'm teasing her.
"Come on mate I'll fucking give you a blowjob right here and now." How old was she? 15? 16?
"Alright then."
"Come then." She gets up and I follow her into a heavily wooded area, the ground swamped with a bed of dead leaves. Pale rays of light shine from the streetlights on the main path. She lowers herself down to her knees and unbuckles my jeans pulling out my cock that is half erect. Without hesitation she sucks me in and begins to work her tongue over the shaft. She must have plenty of practice because she sucks like a champion taking me deeper and deeper slurping loudly as she does so. She doesn't look up at me once as if she is consuming a meal and has no other interest. I run my fingers through her hair and push her head deeper into my member. I feel my tip hit the back of her throat making her gag and she releases me coughing up flecks of sticky fluid.
"Do you wanna see my tits then?"
"Stand up."
Obediently she rises. I unzip her hoodie to reveal a tight grey vest that clings to her plentiful breasts. I push her down to the bed of leaves below and rip off the vest not surprised to find she is braless. Her tits are firm and shiver in the cold night. I massage them roughly before sucking her pert nipples in hungrily. She groans her breath coming out in plumes of smoke. I slide my hands down to her jeans and unbuckle the belt. She wriggles out from underneath me.
"Nah mate I'm not letting you fuck me now give me the 'gret's." Her voice is shrill.
I push her into the back of a tree and slide her jeans down and push my hand down into her white panties stroking her clit. She tries to push me away but lets out a sudden cry of exaltation. I lean in and whisper into her pierced ear.
"Has anyone ever licked your clit before?"
"N-n-no." She stutters.
I slide down, my tongue ravenously coursing over her bare breasts and pierced tummy button. Easing her panties down I find a small golden ring piercing that sends a raging spasm of excitement up my spine. I tongue her dark pink clit feverishly sliding her lips apart and moistening every crevice of her vagina. She howls at the moon moaning louder and louder her juices flowing out onto my chapped lips.
"Ok! Ok! Please!" She wails,
I rise up and slip my fingers into her mouth. She sucks greedily slurping up every last mouthful. My hands sweep over her skin sending rivulets of heat into her cool skin. The mist is rising around us casting us in a veil of smoke. She leans in and asks in a pleading voice.
"Please fuck me up the ass."
I look at her sadly. She's too young to die but I have no choice. I turn her to face the tree and bend her over so her tight asshole is inches from my cock.
"Please! Come on!" She pleads.
I plunge the knife into her heart. She yelps in shock but the cold subdues her once she hits the ground. Her face is contorted in an expression of exalted surprise. I remove the knife and wipe it down with a leaf. I redress her and lay her down on the softest blanket of leaves placing the knife beside her. I kiss her on the forehead and place the cigarettes in her left hand. My penis is still moist as I jack off over the girl's body. I buckle my jeans and carefully pull the mask out of the jacket pocket. Positioning it over my face I pull the strap around my head and reach into my other pocket. I hold a small capsule of petrol and drizzle it over the body and I'm thinking of pancakes covered in Maple syrup, I might have some for breakfast tomorrow morning. I move away from the body my head bowed in sadness. I turn back and light a match, watching the flame flicker in the marauding mist. I flick the match and watch the flames engulf this poor soul.
"Carrington why do you always have to come as a psychopath man? It's getting fucking old dude." Jason is speaking but I am half asleep. I've only been at the party for an hour and already I am bored out of my mind.
"It's because Carrington thinks he is special somehow." Tamsin spits out.
"Hey dude is that Millie Potter kissing Damien Lindegaard?" Some guy whose name escapes me is pointing animatedly over at Millie making out with Damien next to the 50 inch plasma adorning the main opposite wall of the cavernous lounge.
"Shit! That is Millie Potter!" Gasps of incredulity sweep over the room like a rash. Faces turning like clockwork their hands directed at me. I raise my eyes to them and sigh inwardly. What do they want from me? A violent reaction? I'm not a violent person. An emotional reaction? I'm not particularly emotional. Any kind of reaction? What none of them understood was that I had no interest in Millie or anyone else in the room.
"Carrington are you going to do anything?" Tamsin is looking over at me disgustedly.
I return her gaze and smile. She looks away uncomfortably. Satisfied I rise up off the sofa and walk straight past Millie who is still locked in lip consultation with Damien. I wonder if Damien spiked her drink because Millie looks fucked out of her head. And then I realise I don't really give a shit and move through the epic highway of a corridor to the left quarter staircase. I ascended to the top floor and poked my nose into Charlie's room whispering "They all float Charlie, oh yes they all float". I heard him whimper and begin to cry. Pleased with myself I walked to the last room on the left. I pushed the door open and found Karen Brightman in floods of tears. Karen was in the bottom strata of girls at Highgate in popularity and looks. I wasn't even sure if she had any friends so goodness knows why she was at Kev's party. She was dressed as the Wicked Witch of the East with full green face paint, red lipstick and credit to her a completely resplendent black cloak and black pointed hat. She even had Dorothy's ruby slippers! I was so impressed and awed by her dedication to her character that I lost myself momentarily.
"Karen you look absolutely fantastic!"
She was taken aback choking on her tears that threatened to ruin her wonderful make-up job.
"Here stop crying. Come on Karen it's ok." I sat next to her and softly pat her knee. She looked at me confused.
"Michael I don't understand."
"Understand what?"
"Why are you being nice to me?"
"Am I not a nice guy?"
"No -- I mean yes -- I mean..." She trailed off bewildered by her own bewilderment.
"Look Karen I know what it takes to put so much effort into getting inside character and then nobody gives a damn. It hurts doesn't it?"
Karen nodded gratefully.
"When I came in I thought -- I thought it was a Halloween party Michael! But nobody was dressed up. And then everyone started laughing and and I-I --"
"You've never been to one of these things before, huh?"
She shook her head despondently.
"Hey Karen it's no big deal. You're not missing anything seriously. I'm here every week and I'd rather be anywhere else if I'm honest."
"Then why do you go?"
"I don't honestly know Karen. I guess we all just want to fit in I suppose."
"But you're one of the most popular guys in school." She said surprised.
"Am I? I'm best mates with Kev and I date a plastic bimbo who I hate, I'm sickeningly rich and last Christmas I went skiing in Aspen. That is why I'm popular. It'll end eventually."
Karen was looking at me pityingly.
"Karen! Don't be sad! I'm the lucky one. Who invited you to this party anyway?"
"Amy. So you hate Millie? Why do you date her then?"
"She's cheating on me downstairs and I don't care Karen. Is something wrong with me? Am I a bad guy?"
"No Michael no you're a- a good guy. Everyone hates Millie but they're just too scared to say anything."
Karen's expression was so indignant that I felt compelled to kiss her. I leaned in and met her lips softly lingering for a few seconds before breaking away.
"M-michael why did you do that?"
"Because I wanted to."
I lean in once more and kiss her harder this time her lipstick sticky on my lips. She pulls away this time breathlessly. Her face was a mixture of fear and unbridled excitement. I removed her hat and gently brushed her mousy brown hair off her sweaty forehead.
"You've done an amazing job with the face paint Karen, tremendous!"
She giggled nervously and looked down shyly.
Slowly I reached behind her back and drew the cloak's zip down. She shifted uncomfortably as if unsure whether she was allowed to say no. I stopped.
"Look Karen if you just want to sit and chat that's cool. We don't have to do anything."
"Could we just lock the door Michael? I'm sorry it's just this is my first time and I'm -- I'm a little nervous." Her voice broke and she looked down again clearly blushing but through the green paint it was impossible to tell.
I locked the door and approached her again cautiously.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. Yes I'm sure Michael I want this but I...are you sure you want to with me?" She stuttered uncertainly.
"Yes Karen I do." I reassured her.
She fiddled with her hands not sure what to do. I cupped her chin in my palm and kissed her whilst continuing to unzip the cloak. Her considerably pale bare back was in stark contrast to her emerald face. I rubbed her back sensually rubbing my fingers over her green bra strap.
"Stand up." I whispered.
Karen rose, her hands shaking. I squeezed her shoulder and slipped the cloak off her shoulders and in slow motion we watched as the cloak fell to the white carpet below. Immediately she held her face in her hands mortified. She was quite a picture: Her pea green face flecked with red lipstick and then her bare white shoulders and slightly flabby stomach were offset by a lime green bra and green gloves. And over her legs she wore tight putrid green tights and most striking of all her ruby slippers glittering in the lava lamps glow. She made for the door but I stopped her pushing her to the queen sized bed. I spread her arms out and gripped her hands as I kissed her passionately flicking my tongue into her open mouth tasting the stale odour of vodka cranberry. I grinded my member over her crotch, pressing my whole body into hers. She sighed. I wandered my lips down to her breasts and kissed her nipples between the silk material of her bra all the while feeling myself getting hard. I eased my fingers down her tights rubbing her pussy through the soft satin of her panties. Suddenly I felt warm liquid trickle over my fingers.
"Oh my God Michael I'm so sorry I-I-I...!" Karen stared up at me desperately.
"Don't worry about it Karen seriously relax!" I shook the droplets of her urine off my hand.
Humiliated she fell to the carpet and began to cry. She looked truly pitiful, her green face paint had begun to crack and her crotch was soaked and omitting a powerful odour of damp urine. Instinctively I picked her up and carried her out the room.
"Michael! What are you doing?" She cried trying to wriggle free from my grip.
I walked into the bathroom next to Charlie's room and laid her in the bath. I locked the door and flicked on the taps allowing hot water to gush into the empty tub. Squeezing a whole bottle of Radox Lime and Fennel bath therapy into the whirlpool underneath the taps I saw Karen crumple in exhaustion.
"Let's get this stuff off." Wordlessly she unclipped her bra letting her small breasts free, I helped her slide her tights off and after a minute or so she eased her panties off. Her pussy was hairless and incredible tight. She was incredibly youthful in appearance.
"Michael?"
"Mm?"
"I'm so sorry." She choked out miserably.
"It was my fault I shouldn't have pushed you. It was unfair of me to do that. Karen, your first time should be special and well...I don't think tonight was that night." My voice is hushed, barely more than a whisper.
Karen grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. Over the next half hour I scrub her face clean managing to remove most of the paint and wash her hair through twice. I find a dress of Amy's in one of the spare rooms and a cashmere coat that Amy has worn once in all the time I've known her. I pack Karen's costume into a Louis Vuitton sports holdall apart from her slippers which she keeps on. I shepherd her down the stairs and out one of the side doors that only Kev and I know about. I guide her through the bushes and out the main gate onto Bishops Avenue.
"Michael this is all too much. I can't have this stuff."
"Whatever you do Karen, keep it. Amy won't notice her wardrobe is as big as your house believe me."
"But --"
"No but Karen just do what I say."
I hail a black cab and tell the driver to take her home. She lives half an hour away in Finchley. I pay the driver thirty pounds and kiss Karen on the cheek. She embraces me like a long lost lover and I'm stunned by her affection. The cab whirls away into the deep mist and I'm left standing stock still without any feeling in my arms or legs staggered by what has just happened. I felt softened unable to comprehend the warmth and unhinged force of emotion welling up inside of me.
"Hey Carrington what the fuck are you doing out here? Come and fucking do a line with me you fucker!" Kev swayed toward me out of the swirling mist, a bottle of Stolichnaya in one hand and a cigar in the other. His eyes were blazing wide open, his hair was drenched in sweat and vodka and he was dribbling. At that moment I hated him beyond recognition for being such a pathetic leech, a pointless existence.
"Come on you fucking pussy! Millie fucked Damien and you did fuck all about it you pussyyyyyy." He was slurring badly. I breathed out slowly.
"Come on Kev lets go for a walk."
"Walk where?" He slurred stupidly.
"Come on dude it won't take long."
"Only if you do a line of Ruby's stomach when we get back." He grinned idiotically
"Sure thing dude."
"Fucking right you will dude!"
He staggered forward slopping vodka over the wet pavement. I walked slightly in front heading down alongside the Heath. The street was quiet except for the distant thump of bass from Kev's mansion. Fog billowed around us, squirreling out of the drains into the Range Rover's lining the curb and then into wispy figures of smoke that spiralled dizzyingly around our feet.
"Dude you know that slut Ruby man? I was fucking doing line after line off her stomach and then she whispers to me have you ever fucked on cocaine? Dude!! I was like is that a movie line or something? And she grabs my hand and takes me to that random laundry room, you know the one that we used to use as a pool room before we got the games room in? Man she is crazy Carrington! She snorted a line off my dick! She wanted it all man, I fucked her mouth so hard she was bleeding man! Shit! She's so fucked man she doesn't even know about it...hahaha...and then I'm in the sauna dude and you know that chick Lisa in the year below man she was fucking on itttt! She was looking fucking nice man and she's just got a thong on and she's lying down with her legs wide open man and I was seeing everything dude...so I started to rub her up and down with those Eucalyptus oils and she was getting hornier and hornier dude she kept moaning and groaning and then she just jumps on my cock man and I'm still on it man I thought my cock would fucking give up but I've still got it! And I'm fucking her up the ass and slapping her a bit and she's loving it and it was so bloody hot I thought I was going to die man so I kick the door open and there's fucking Amy sucking some guys dick outside the steam room and man I was so pissed so I fucked Lisa so hard man she was fucking crying at the end of it seriously dude! Haaaaaa! Man where the fuck are we?!"
We are standing over Claire Allsop's gravestone. The stone is chipped and dirty green moss engulfs her epitaph. Behind the stone there is a large hole that has been only freshly dug out. Have the gravekeepers decided to remove her stone? No one would notice or indeed care so it was possible. And of course there was nothing down there.
"Where the fuck are we Carrington? Lets go do some coke man. I'll let you fuck Ruby dude she's nuts man." Kev takes another swig of vodka.
It just seemed odd that they'd leave a dug up grave without filling it in. I turned to Kev. He had dropped his trousers and was urinating on Claire's grave, a gleeful look on his face.
"Hey Crrington this is that dead chick's grave! Well she won't mind will she?! She's fucking dead!" He keeled over cackling with laughter. Wordlessly I let him finish. He tried to recover himself but he was laughing so hard he dropped to the sodden earth. I spotted a spade over by a gravestone to the right of Claire's. I picked it up nonchalantly and smashed it over Kev's head knocking him unconscious. A small pool of blood began to form in his matted hair. I smashed him over the head once more. Satisfied by the steady trickle of blood flowing down his neck I dug the spade under his body and rolled him into the open grave. His body made a loud thump as it hit the cold earth below. Soon the maggots would come and swim in his blood. The bottle of Stolichnaya lay next to him but where was his cigar? I saw it next to the gravestone, clearly he'd dropped it when he was taking a piss. I chucked it in after him. Sweating slightly I lifted the heavy soil into the grave until the sight of Kev disappeared and all was dark brown. I patted down the soil and smoothed it over. I was rather pleased with my handiwork. I found a bunch of roses resting against a grave five stones away. I plucked one off the bunch and laid it down on the block of dark earth resting on top of Kev.
"That took you longer than I expected."
I stumbled backward in shock. My heart banging I turned to the disembodied voice and staggered back against the gravestone.
"Sorry for startling you I haven't spoken to anyone in quite some time."
"Claire?!" I choked out.
"You remember me?"
"Y-yes of course I do."
"Well you have just buried your best friend in my grave so I guess it would be rude if you didn't know me." She smiles clearly amused.
"B-but where have you been? It's been three years."
"Yes it has hasn't it? I suppose you remember because you had that memorial today."
"N-no. I always remember."
"That's sweet. Yes I always thought you were an odd fit in the eliterati."
"The what?"
"Oh the eliterati? It was what I always called your group. You were snobbish, bitchy, elitist, empty and had ludicrous delusions of grandeur so I thought it suited you to the ground."
"Oh."
"Here come closer so I can get a look at you."
I approached her cautiously. I was shocked by how beautiful she was. She was more ghostlike than ever in her ivory complexion. Tendrils of blonde hair floated over her face, her grey eyes sad and lost gazed into mine. A loose white silk vest hung off her shoulders exposing her pale but plentiful breasts. A light white denim skirt hung over her pins of porcelain almost blinding me with their pureness. She was barefoot but the muddy earth seemed to wash off her feet as she stepped toward me.
"Do you like what you see?"
"You're...magnificent." I murmured.
"Take your mask off Michael I want to see you."
I pulled the mask off my head and lowered it to the ground.
"That's better."
It was as if she was floating toward me, a shimmering ghost floating over the dead, cutting through the twisting fog. She came to settle before me. Everything about her was white apart from her lips, which were light pink and ever so soft as I kissed her gently letting go of my fear and confusion. Her delicate fingers slipped my jacket to the ground and floated down to my belt.
"But Claire where have you been? What happened to you? I -- "
"Sssh Michael." She whispered putting her finger to my lips.
She drifts down and unbuckled my jeans. Above, the moon shines down casting Claire in a glorious light. She flutters her tongue over my tip and then wades down taking me to the back of throat. She doesn't gag or even splutter. She just rolls her wet smooth lips over my pulsating member. I feel myself throbbing in her mouth growing and growing. She pushes me to the side of her mouth her tongue flicking the base of my cock causing a tickling sensation. Warm juices stream down my shaft to which she swallows every drop. She lingers over my balls licking each one before floating upwards once more and diving down onto the raging member itself. The tip hit the back of her throat but she continued to suck ferociously pumping back and forth back and forth until I was fit to burst. Finally she gagged choking on the flurry of liquid foaming out of her mouth. She stared up at me looking for approval.
"Claire that was...wow! Amazing!" I breathed heavily trying to compose myself.
She stood up and grabbed my face hard pushing her lips into mine violently drawing blood her tongue thrashing against mine. She pushed harder into me forcing me to the cold wet earth below. She released the straps of her vest allowing her supple breasts to press into my face. I suck her hard nipples in tasting a milky substance. Thirsty for more I suck harder and feel her lactate, thundering the substance into my open mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh mnnnmnnnn!" Claire moans her neck arched to the moonlight.
I flicker my tongue over her nipples squeezing the flesh to release more milk. Her hand is pumping my cock and more liquid spurts out of the tip to which she sucks up hungrily. I move my hands down and grip her bum through her denim skirt. Slowly I raise the skirt up and feel the soft curve of her cheeks. She rises up and places her hairless pussy over my lips and sinks my head into her moist lips. I massage her small clit inhaling the pungent aroma of wet earth infused with her juices that flow out onto my cheeks. I force my tongue up inside her feeling walls of soft flesh welcome me in.
"Faster!" Claire screams.
I lick faster and harder her nails digging into my scalp so hard my eyes water. And finally she explodes, sticky tendrils of glue lace my face and drip off my lips. Without hesitation she lifts up and drops down onto my feverish member and in response I thrust up inside her soaking pussy. My fingers traipse through the damp earth as I push harder and faster. Her tits bounce up and down with each thrust and she is moaning so loud it resembles the undead. She jumps off me and leans against her gravestone and beckons me.
I hesitate for a second and she violently pulls me toward her. I drive into her open lips enjoying the squelch and thwack as her leg rests on my shoulder she lies across the stone at a side angle allowing me extra power into each thrust.
"Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmhhmhhmmhnmnmnm! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She is wailing at the top of her voice and I am ready to blow the mother of all loads but just as I feel it's time she pushes me back. I slip into the earth below.
"Get that shirt off." Claire orders.
I suddenly notice I am freezing breaking out into a cold sweat goosebumps snaking across my body. Claire jumps on top of me and rips my shirt off and tears my shoes and socks off. Her vest and skirt lay next to her gravestone. She pins my arms down into the soft earth her tits pressing hard into my chest as her lips bite mine drawing yet more blood. She pores over my naked torso her wet bloodied lips licking my icy nipples. I am too exhausted and in thrall to resist as she drenches my cock in the boggy earth giggling delightedly as she places her pink pussy onto my cock. She thrusts into me oozing sticky fluids and earth inside her.
"Come on Michael! Come on fuck me fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" She howls at the moon like a woman possessed.
I strain to hold on thrusting deeper into her. I feel my whole cock immersed in her soaking vagina and it still expands further until I know I will burst. An explosion of steaming hot cum erupts out of her pussy soaking my stomach. She leans back screaming in ecstasy cum flowing from her lips. Pools of fluid lie on my stomach but I am too drained to sit up. Claire throws her hair back a demonic glint in her eyes.
"I'm dead good aren't I?!" She cackles uproariously pressing down into my naked skin with hers our juices mingling into some sort of sick syrupy mixture.
I am frozen staccato in the Everywhen unable to move a muscle. I feel like my very soul has been sucked out of me. I don't feel Claire's last suffocating kiss or her deathly cold hands forming a vice grip around my neck. I notice the sky has blackened and the trees are baying for blood, everything is blurring out of focus but as clear as day is the spectre of Claire Allsop floating above me illuminated by the fading moonlight and the last thing I see before the power goes out is her grin, wide and dripping with pleasure.