The Obsession

Some time passed again before I next caught her wandering alone¸ this time not looking for me though but walking so silently as is she didn’t want to be heard, wearing black made her melt in to the night as if she didn’t want to be seen. Almost got the impression that she was looking for trouble.

The rosy cheeks turned pale as she heard something further down the street. A woman’s cries. “Help, somebody, please!” then silence and muffled noises.
She ran towards the direction of the screams and found a teenaged boy holding down a woman on the ground.

The woman was in her twenties and of a small frame, shoulder-length blonde hair and a big hand covering her mouth. The boy who was eighteen or nineteen was much bigger than both of the females and looked as if something crazy had come over him.

“Let her go” Lynn said coldly. When he didn’t take his hands off of the woman Lynn advanced on him. The boy let the woman go and thought he’d be having this girl instead but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Common, let’s dance you and I” Lynn ventured as she slapped him across the face…making it a big insult by doing so. As he threw his fist in her direction out of pure angee cae caught it, mid-air not even close to her face, then threw it back making him back up a little bit.

And then she came even closer to him. Quickly she hit her fist across his jaw making him lose his balance. “Is that all you got?” she laughed. As she picked him from off the ground and twisted his arm he gave out terrible cries of pain. “This is starting to get boring” she then knocked him unconscious and made sure the blonde was okay.

The woman couldn’t have been more grateful, spite the fear she still had and the tiny streams of tears that fell she thanked Lynn over and over again, and swore that if she ever needed anything, that she’d provide it for her. Lynn just smiled gracefully and assured the woman that the only thing she wanted from her was that she take self-defense classes and get as many women to do so, ‘cause a woman these days need to know how to defend herse

The blonde nodded and thanked her again and handed over her business-card in case she’d want anything, if even just to talk. Shortly after she was on her way home. I clapped my hands in applause and Lynn turned around to look at me.

“That was a nice performance Lynn you’re quite the drama-queen” I smiled mercilessly. “Ooo, darn, and I was trying so hard not to be” the irony in her voice unmistakable. “What are you doing here Alex?”
“I was just walking by, minding my own business when I heard some bad movie-imitations.” She didn’t seem amused by that rk. rk.

“Okay, okay I was spying on you if you must know… I have to say you haven’t lost your touch” she raised her eyebrows now for a change. “even though I have” I loved the sight of her, the marble skin the blue eyes standing out from the darkness as if they were two big blue headlights. “that is I’ve missed your touch.”

Lynn became uneasy now and started moving, walking her usual route. “”Why do you do this?” I asked a slight gust of wind blowing in my hair creating this eerie feeling of being in a motion picture. “Why do you wander in darkness and fear and seek out the most dangerous situations?” her lips parted slightly and I couldn’t resist looking at her with desire as she spoke, letting the words flow through her as if she’d answered the question a thousand times.

“I never go anywhere with fear in my heart. I have never known fear and what it is to be afraid for my own life. I have only known what it is to be afraid for someone else’s. And as for darkness” she continued “I’ve always been a child of the night and the crime that goes on during day-time, police can prevent, so during night-time there’s me.”

“And why do you feel obligated to do so?” she frowned as she looked upon me bright eyes in wonder. “Obligation has nothing to do with it, it just feels right to help people, and somehow it just fits. As if I’ve done it all my life or maybe in a previous one.” Her honesty was captivating. “Anyway I just know that this is were I belong. ‘Cause the life of a single person is worth everything, and I’m there to make sure that THAT single life is not ruined or taken away”

“How poetic”
“Poetry has nothing to do with it.”
“You say you do this because it’s a…”
“Calling” she filled in. “yes, my calling.”

I stopped walking, but she only continued walking and seemed pretty pleased with herself, mind in her own little orbits.

“Shouldn’t you be stopping me then? I kill people every day!” I shouted as she was at a distance from me now. She kept on walking and didn’t even bother to turn around as she said: “You’re dead, can’t kill a dead man. Besides” now she turned to look at me and gave me a wink. “I already know you don’t kill the innocents.”


How to fix this? How to stop hovering around her, almost becoming her sidekick. The lapdog following her around like a mere simpleton.
A mindless, will-less freak who hangs upon her every word, and she doesn’t even seem to notice me. How do I detach myself from her ever-present beauty, her mystery, her strength, her…everything for a lack of a better word.
I knew she wanted me, but weather or not I would get anything from her was entirely up to her. I had nearly given up on her as I out of coincidence ran into her at the graveyard. Never actually (for some reason unknown to me as the girl was probably born on a graveyard) expected her to be there, standing there looking at an unfamiliar gravestone.

The yellow leaves in the trees and all around us on the ground, such a pretty picture it would make. Lights lit every here and there, a pretty place to be in, so peaceful and beautiful. “Visiting a friend?” I asked politely not wanting to come too close to her if she was grieving. “Something like that” she said, her voice a little scattered, had to clear her throat to sound normal. “Were…were you” I almost didn’t have the nerve to ask “were you crying?”

She turned to face me those sapphires looking at me again with no visible traces of recent tear-shedding. “No, I’m fine” Lynn actually smiled an honest and true smile at me now and it was fantastic.
We sat down by a bench and started an actual conversation, not about darkness, pain, fear and death, but about life and her family and food. It ended abruptly as the blue-eyed girl asked me something.

“So why are you always around me when I feel bad, hey?”
“I don’t knmaybmaybe you feel bad a lot.”
“No, I’m usually okay”
“Okay?”
“More than okay, I’m usually happy”
“And I bring out the bad in you is that it?”
“I didn’t say that” Confidence glaring at me again. “I’m just saying that some people are drawn to sadness, that’s all”
I paused and thought about it, looking upwards as I did, then turned to her again.
“I don’t think I’m drawn to sadness” I finally stated.
“No?”
“No, I’m drawn to beauty” my hand touching her face as I said it.
“and sensuality” I ran my thumb over her lower lip and leaned in closer to her.
“and innocence”
“I’m not innocent” she said with the weakest voice.
“I know” I kissed her cheek, then her neck.
“and strength.” She shuddered as I reached for the inside of her thigh.
“When it comes right down to it I like my women with deep…” reached underneath her skirt, skin feeling so soft. “raw…” Lynn gasped as I touched her
“lust.” Her pale face turning slightly pink and lips were pressed together and sparks flying and tongues mingling and hands groping and before I knew it she’d unzipped my pants!

Her tongue lapping at my cock teasingly, as if it were a Popsicle.
As my dick entered the hotness of her accepting mouth it grew so unbelievably hard. Closed her eyes and made small sounds of pleasure as she sucked on my cock. Almost as if she was the one feeling it, I growled at the irresistible noise and marveled at the fact that she hadn’t cast me aside completely as she led on to believe before. I had closed my eyes too, and the next thing I saw when I next opened them was her staring back up at me with those large eyes and my cock in between her lips. Her saliva glistening on it. What a sight! How absolutely erotic the sight of this girl with her big eyes looking at me while sucking me off.

She stopped giving my dick a few last kisses then she walked over to one of the crypts, about to go inside. I followed her but before she could open the door I pushed her towards the door, lifting her up and she crossed her legs around me as I entered her. Temptress, her body so close to mine, could hear her breath in my ear, could feel her nibbling my earlobe. Could tell what moves I did right and kept doing them until we came at the same time.
Didn’t take long till we did.


It was always outside we met nowadays, always when she was outdoors looking for trouble, I just stayed in the background most of the time trying not to make her feel stalked. The plan was to make her come to me, for a change of always me being the one to take the initiative. And I knew that sooner o later she would. That night at the graveyard, I knew then that she couldn’t resist it, she hadn’t had enough that was clear. All I had to do was wait, and it didn’t take long until next time.

(end chapter 3)
chapter four soming soon...