In the Heat of the Moment

12

I’ve been as high as a fucking cloud for weeks leading up to this day; and as far as I’m convinced absolutely nothing can get me down now. No, I’m not on any type of drugs; in fact, I’m what you may call the prudish anti-drug type. Hell, right now I’m even down to twelve cigarettes per day, which is, as far as I’m concerned a major fucking improvement for me.

I have supervised every single person who has anything to do with the kidnapping and I can tell you with a broad smile that I’m very very pleased with what I see. Everyone is preparing their roles deliciously well. Jason, who is our designated swimmer, has become the fastest human being I have ever seen in water with every single hour of practice he has put in every day for these past couple weeks. He had not expressed any further doubts or complaints to me either which I also take as a very good sign and a boost of confidence. It also means that that brainless hippy flirt Garrison is doing his job well, and I know that the only reason I still have my swimmer, is because he is too foolishly in love with that freak to think logically; but that is good for me, right? Do you see me complaining? I keep thinking that if I’m lucky I could use this attraction thing further to my benefit if and when I get into problems.

Our computer genius and technician Tobias seemed to be having a few problems at the start, not with designing the software of course, but with the morality of the whole thing. If you have been reading this whole thing from the start though you would have noticed that I’m pretty good at manipulating people; so reminding him of a certain little crush he had on a pretty ballerina didn’t take all my powers of persuasion. It also made the ugly fuck work harder, which was good, good, good good good…

Ross and Devereaux were a little bit harder to supervise, partly because I knew almost nothing about what they were both doing, and they were both Jake Polinsky’s friends. It was yet another dumb move on my part, and I couldn’t have been more unnerved by it; but who else did I have to go to then who I knew would keep their mouths shut and get the jobs done? Ross insisted it was best that neither me nor anyone else in the group know what he was coming up with, because it might sabotage every genius diversion he had up his sleeve. Of course, Devereaux agreed and right then and there I knew that I might just be wallowing in some deep bullshit, because even though I’d pass it from time to time, I wasn’t very good at high school Chemistry in the first place. I know they’re both sneaks, probably even as bad as Jake himself. I can see it in the way they look at me sometimes; and I know that no matter how everything ends up it is crucial that I keep my head on my body. There’s no time for me to think about how I became the prey to three waiting predators; but I do know that I can end up turning things around to suit me. I’m good like that.

Jake has not stopped watching me, but is watching me less. I know because even though I don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me watching him watch me, or quiver in fear when he does; I can still feel the hairs on my skin rise when he’s around. He keeps hanging around with that bastard Niccolo who works at the music store, and whose band is a shitty imitation of Infant Altar. It doesn’t take a high school education to figure out why Niccolo would want to tag along, after all, his band does try to sound exactly like them and don’t seem to have a song of their own; but Jake now…I know he has the exact same taste in music like me so it makes it hard to understand if he really is doing this to get closer to me or to spend some time with Espen; but who cares about that now?



I was so high that the night before the biggest day of my life I was unable to drift into a well needed deep sleep. Whatever little rest I was able to have was spent in a dreamlike state brought on by soft music gliding to me all night from a house nearby. Someone had left their radio on, and in my dreamlike state I was only able to sluggishly absorb the music that caught my ear. It was diabolical and melodic with screeching guitars and a thunderous bass, but Espen’s low haunting voice made it a hundred times more obscure and my mind danced with lewd images of blood, violent sex and murder. It was like he was beckoning to me, calling to me though his music to take him, like he knew exactly what I was. He fed the monster in me with images of him naked and wanton, spread out like a sacrifice waiting to be ravished. The darkness in him called to the darkness in me and I was awakened…Or was it simply just the fucking heat?

I gasped and arched my back as my eyes sprang open. Sunlight was hitting my face and my alarm radio had turned on and began to blast Underneath Everything by the band Down. It was the most alive I had ever felt. Espen’s music had done…something to me the previous night and although I had no idea what it was, I loved every bit of it. It made me wonder if I was always doing this on my own or if it was because I had listened to Infant Altar’s music repeatedly and the darkness of it drew out something within me. All the rage, hatred and bloodlust I had previously known as a predator had all of a sudden transformed into this blind obsession to get this thing done. It was fuelled by an animalistic lust I’m afraid to say I have never known even though I ravaged and took and took. Before Infant Altar emerged out of nowhere, I would have never done something as crazy and risky as this. I would have remained where I belong - in the shadows.

My feet are on the floor and I have no recollection of getting up off the bed, of heading to the mirror, or going to bed naked the previous night. My thoughts are muddled and my vision is spinning; but the only thing I do is turn up the radio. I’m so bloody horny and my cock is screaming for attention, and riff after godlike riff in Underneath Everything isn’t making things much better. I want to feel like a fucking whore for the first time in my entire life, and the knowledge that Jake is most likely under my window waiting to get a glimpse of me sends an electric bolt though my body. I giggle, walk over to the window and look down. Of course, he is there looking up at me with those dark predatory eyes, and I see them roaming over my body, so I lick my fingers seductively and run my other hand through my beautiful golden mane. He knows I’m naked, not shirtless, and I can see the raw lust in his eyes. We both know I’m playing with fire. All that’s missing now is that awful wolfish grin of his, but I’m too far gone to care. Giving him a show is all that matters, even though a part of me knows I’ll regret it later.

I’m sitting on the window sill, and again, I have no idea how I got there. Jake is still there though looking at me, frighteningly calm, his face unreadable. I’m still too high to understand the gravity of the situation, so I laugh as I spread my legs wide and stroke my cock. The thought briefly occurs to me that he should be able to see my hole too and I close my eyes and moan as I think about his beautiful cock, long, thick and ready to fill me. I stroke myself harder and faster, the heat caused by friction so overwhelming I realise I might lose my balance, and maybe something else if I fall. I grasp the sill, stop stroking my cock and begin to tease my hole. I’m so hard and dripping pre-cum I know I’m ready to shoot. It’s the gleam I think I glimpse for a second in Jake’s eyes that pulls the trigger, and makes me go wild arching my back, biting on my lip to muffle my screams. His expression hasn’t changed and the reality of what I’ve done is like a slap in the face. I stumble off the sill into my room in fear, confusion and embarrassment, the question of why I had done that feeling strangely akin to someone hammering a nail into my skull. I feel very very cold all of a sudden even though the heat wave is nowhere near finished. I can see Jake’s lips curve into an amused smile a step away from that wolfish grin he sometimes gives me. I shiver and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. By the time I open them the song has ended and he is gone.


In my lifetime, I have seen a lot of major anticipated concerts, but I can tell you as a fact that I had never seen anything like this nor do I expect to in the near future. Jake and Niccolo had returned in a car so they could pick the rest of us up and we could make some final last minute “preparations”. It was only ten in the morning and already our perfect suburban streets were nearly filled with vehicles of every size and type. What impressed me though was that there must have been three times as many people, loud and enthusiastic, some already drunk, wondering aimlessly about the place. This was a crowd that stretched for blocks out of the neighbourhood, into the main road, to worse the parking lot near the auditorium where the concert would be held.

The enthusiasm was contagious so I didn’t mind the enraged and horrified neighbours who peeked out of their windows and doors threatening the few cops to do something, nor did I mind the colony of weirdos that had somehow started a smokefest on my lawn. It was only fair for me to marvel that that Norwegian death metal band had somehow managed to make history. Never had I seen so many metalheads, emos, Goths, and every other type of weirdo all in one place at once waiting impatiently to go to the same concert. I had expected the crowd to be massive, but this surpassed my imagination by far.

“Can you believe it?” asked Jason. His voice sounded far away as it penetrated my thoughts. “It’s only ten fucking AM too and the opening band’s supposed to start playing at nine.”

Tobias looked paler than usual and frightened. So much so I resisted the urge to open the door and push him out. The first trip we’d be making would be to a store to pick up some “equipment” we needed for the job. The store wasn’t very far away, but Niccolo was driving slowly, almost crawling through the crowd trying to avoid hitting anyone, so I estimated it would take us an hour at most. I would have rathered us walking since it would have taken much less time, but even in a massive crowd like that one I still didn’t think it would be wise for a bunch of guys to be dragging several heavy boxes around.

“Y-You think they can do this?” asked Tobias shivering. “Y-You think they can just invade our neighbourhood like this?”

“I dunno dude. This is fuckin’ America, they shouldn’t. I heard they called the cops like ten times this morning, but no one would do a goddamned thing. Think they’re afraid the crowds might riot or something. Better that than getting sued by Capitalist America I guess,” replied Niccolo.

Jake, who sat in the passenger seat beside him gave him an odd, undecipherable look, and Devereaux muttered something vile under his breath.

Near the house that burned down a couple weeks ago, a large rowdy crowd had gathered around a spectacle of a couple that were fucking on top of a car to one of the older Infant Altar songs I was ashamed to admit hadn’t heard. As the car drew closer a large number of spectators had to move, and I was graced with the vision of the girl spread inelegantly, her tiny breasts bouncing outside of her torn floral blouse and a man pounding viciously into her pink exposed flesh. I could hear the slapping sounds from where I sat and see the dopey grin on both their faces. I was thoroughly disgusted.

Jake flashed me his wolf grin, his eyes giving me a knowing look. I pretended not to notice him, or his hand that suddenly and “accidentally” touched me between my legs.

Tobias looked both enamoured and horrified, while Garrison’s expression, which didn’t change from anything but calm made me wonder if he, like the couple we saw was high on something at that moment too. Both Ross and Devereaux laughed, one of them likening Espen to a cuter version of the antichrist. Why then would so many various kinds of people be attracted to the band’s music and act so much out of character? My Espen had not arrived and he already controlled the legions. I smirked; but very soon I would be the one to dominate him over and over and over.



9:10 PM


As soon as the opening band started playing, the police lines to enter the auditorium broke and there was a deadly stampede of adrenaline pumped fans into the facilities. I don’t know if anyone got trampled or hurt, but if you valued your life you had to literally leap out of the way. Only the best of the best opened for the gods of deathmetal, so there was no surprise at the rush of almost tangible energy that already flowed through the crowd. The recklessness resembled the Roman Colosseums of old - the crowds yelling the name of the female opening band, like those who chanted the gladiator’s names. Already beer cans littered the ground, and the place was perfumed with mixture of sweat, ganja and a few other things I could not at the moment distinguish.

The concert was supposed to start at nine, but for some reason it started at nine o five, and by the time I managed to evade getting pushed down and trampled several times, I realised I had lost everyone, and was on my own. That was a good thing, because part of the plan was that we’d all be scattered throughout the massive crowd as a means of throwing security off. Either way, I decided to check up on everyone anyway to make sure nobody did anything stupid.

I decided at the last minute when we were picking up the equipment that communicating through walkie talkkies were too risky and wouldn’t work very well over the noise; so I decided to take advantage of my mother’s forgotten platinum card at home. I’d gotten us all the most expensive phones I could find with GPS enabled social networking. It worked like a charm. I could see everyone was in their respective positions; and the crowd was too enamoured with the dyke band on stage to notice the few guys behaving suspiciously in the crowd. I smirked. All I had to do now was wait. Infant Altar still had not arrived and “a friend” was going to send me a little something in a few minutes. That alone would be one of the most crucial tools in my plan to kidnap my Espen. My sneer got bigger. It was amazing how stupid some guys could get when it comes to getting some. He would be ashes before it happened. Literally. There was no way any other man was going near my ass…


10:45


I’ve been enjoying the concert for some time now. “The friend” sent me what he was supposed to send me and by now, I’m sure cops and firefighters are rushing to the charred remains of his apartment somewhere in the city. I can just imagine what’s left of him being scraped up off the floor. I giggle softly while keeping my eye on the vocalist of the all male band who is now playing. Somehow he spots me out of everyone else in the crowd and gives me a wink that I’m sure translates to meet me backstage when I’m done.

Still no sign of our Norwegian death metal band though. As reserved as he is, Espen still likes to make an entrance, and I’m almost sure I might see them drive through the crowd a couple hours later. I’m still pumped though, and might as well enjoy the concert while I’m here…


11:57


As good as the opening bands were, they could not keep the crowds at bay any longer. The middle of the crowd was a riot in the making as a group of people began to yell and chant for Infant Altar. We all knew they were here. We could feel it just as much as we could feel the climate suddenly get cooler, hear thunder suddenly peal in the distance, smell the blood that threatened to spill and the witness the sudden disappearance of the security. It was as if the heavens themselves were waiting for this moment as much as I and millions of people watching at home and at the concert were….

I turned my back, and before I knew it metal horns and beer cans were raised in salute. The crowd was silenced by a deafening roar that shook the ground and an almost majestic display of pyrotechnics. I gripped my phone so hard I was almost in danger of breaking it. This was what I had been waiting for….The metal gods had finally entered the stage….

“INFANT ALTAR LIVE IN THE U.S.A!” A deafening roar of agreement from the crowd filled the auditorium and carried for five whole minutes. I could hear barely hear Espen’s low chuckle through the noise. Scattered whistles, cheers and “Yeah!”s abbreviated the end of the seemingly unending pandemonium.

“Hell yeah! HEEEELLLLLL YYYEEEAAAHHH!!! How the fuck are you feeling today?”

The crowd cheered. The drums and bass began to play a thunderous melodic cadence as Espen walked further out into the light. Strong hands held the microphone like a lover. A black sleeveless shirt and dark blue jeans revealed sinewy arms and a lithe body. The screeching of a guitar flooded the air.

“I bet you’re fucking WASTED, huh? YOU CALLED AND WE’RE HERE!”

The song began and the crowd cheered bringing him closer to the stage. Something metal on one of his boots reflected a blinding light in my face and I shivered in anticipation. It was like being in the presence of a god. If I wasn’t sure that I wanted him then, I knew I certainly had to have him now. His beauty and power was nothing less than alluring. Liquid angst and deep red aggression rang out of his every note. The dark magic of his voice seemed to be driving the crowd to pure madness. I could almost feel him…taste him…I was going to hurt him so bad…

Beads of sweat trickled down my face and my jeans tightened painfully. I pulled down the zipper, pulled out my cock and began to stroke it. Even though I was near the centre of the crowd, they were all too consumed in their demonic little world to notice me pull away a small redhead and yank down his pants. He was either too high or too drunk to care. He wore no underwear so I immediately thrust into him. At the pain he instinctively began to fight and scream, but I held him tightly. My eyes never left my Espen as I pummeled him hard. Lips ghosted over his pale neck as I pulled out of him slowly and thrust back in. I could feel the wetness of his warm tears on one of my hands around his neck and imagined it was Espen’s. I could feel the heat build up unbearably in my groin and release inside him. I pulled out, wiped myself and fixed my clothes. Even over the noise, I heard his body fall to the ground. For the first time, I took my eyes off the stage. He had fallen on to his front and was getting up slowly till finally he stood inches away from me on pale wobbly legs. I pulled him close again and his small whimper was cut off as I snapped his neck.

I pushed further to the front so I could see my Espen better. I still had a lot more where that came from. I would take him for hours and hours and fill him with buckets of cum. I sneered. I still had some time before that happened though. The band wouldn’t be going backstage again until almost 1:30am and it was now a few minutes after midnight. In order for the whole plan to work, Espen had to go backstage. His phone was there, and I had sent him a little video of his fiancé fucking his twin brother. I know he’d be very upset. They’d argue and he’d storm out and drive himself home, ignoring all his obsessed fans. I know the rest of the band would want to give him some space so no one would follow him. People are predictable like that.

1:33am

Infant Altar had finished a little late, ending with a well known metal ballad which had those who were not passed out, trampled or probably dead singing along and cheering. At the end of the song Espen simply made the sign of the metal horns and left the stage grinning. My heard lept in my chest. My time was almost here. He would take a few minutes to clean up and chat with the band and then see the message on his phone.

The last band for the night took the stage and a few people began streaming out of the venue. I looked on my cell phone to see that the others were already on the move, possibly heading back to the car. It would be a fairly long walk for them, being that the place was still extremely crowded and designated parking was at least two blocks away. This was exactly the reason why we had all opted to kidnap Espen while he was at home. It would be too hard to get to him at the concert because he’d too protected – always surrounded by loyal fans, security and band members. The thought itself enrages me since I’m beginning to feel like I’m almost at my limit, but I also think that I’ve waited for this moment for so long, so I must be able to wait some more.

I push through the crowd so I could get as near to backstage as I possibly can. One of Espen’s cars, a black corvette is parked somewhere nearby just out of reach of the crowd. He must have seen the video on his phone by now. I can just imagine the thunder and fireworks back stage when he finds out, and I laugh softly. I want to be there to see him when he storms upset into his car, trying to hide his tears and speeds away. He thinks he will spend yet another day alone in an enormous mansion while everyone else tries to avoid him, but luckily this time I would be there to save him.

As if on cue, a figure in a dark hoodie rushes past me, enters the car and speeds away.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………

Everything is quiet as we reach the mansion and watch as he draws the car to a halt and runs to the front door. His hood falls back. For a moment he looks so drained, sick and unhappy that my heart almost aches for him, but the feeling is lost when he enters and the door locks.

“How long are we going to wait out here?” asks Tobias finally as he sets up the laptop.

“Until the maid leaves,” I mutter distractedly. I discretely pat down a small area on my body to reassure myself of my “protection” in case things got messy, especially with Jake and the other two around…

“Any idea when that might be?”

“Right about…now…” I grin slightly as a small dark haired woman let herself out the front door, enters a small car and exits the premises.

“Okay, let’s do this…”

“Wait!” says Jason.

“What?” I growl.

“How do we know there’s no one else inside?”

I nearly roll my eyes.
“There’s no one else there. The maid left and the other band members won’t be here for a while.”

I don’t turn around, but can hear him shifting nervously in his seat. Does he have to do this now?

“What about the lake beneath the house? How do I know it’s safe?” he asks.

“Are you afraid of ducks?” I ask annoyed.

“No…”

“Well then, you have nothing to worry about. Let’s leave the talking thing for later, shall we?”

Before we know it Tobias works his magic and we are inside the premises. The gate locks again immediately after we pass through.

To say the property was beautiful was an understatement. The landscape was wild and breathtaking with an unusual sort of beauty I could not remember seeing anywhere else. Tall trees with hanging lichens and tree orchids stretched out of dark sparkling water forming an arch over a winding cobblestone bridge. In the distance stood a large towering building – the mansion we could see from outside the gate. It was hard to tell, what it stood on as it seemed to float on the lake.

“You’re up Jason,” I said finally breaking the silence. He was already dressed, or should I say, undressed and I could barely prevent myself from staring at his perfectly chiseled body so I exited the car and motioned for him to follow me.

I walked until I reached a certain part of the bridge and stopped.

“You see that spot right there?” I asked pointing at a part of the building furthest away from us.

He nodded.

“Well that’s the easiest way to get inside without setting off the alarm. The only way to get inside is to go underwater underneath that end of the building. There you will see something like a small trap door. Tobias will have the alarm low enough for about forty seconds for you to get inside. You have thirty seconds…wait here…”

I had almost slapped myself for forgetting. Tobias had something else Jason needed. It was a device which would kill the alarm permanently once it was inside the house. I went back to the car quickly and was right in time to see Tobias take something looking like a tiny chip out of a duffel bag at his feet.

“I made it so the water wouldn’t affect it,” he said looking pleased.

I nearly grabbed it from him and headed back to Jason and shoved it into his hands.

“You know what it’s for. Go now.”




This chapter will be edited soon.