Lilith teaser – Chapter 2

LILITH – A DARK IMMORTAL NOVEL by DAVID R. NOBLET

© Copyright 2011, David Noblet. This material may not be used, altered, or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.

Chapter Two

It was with a god I had made my deal. Well it was the angel actually, acting on the god’s behalf, supposedly. But once you know angels for one are for real, well, believing in god ain’t a huge leap. There was only one way out of this and that was something I had tried and tried for eons, never quite getting the knowledge to satisfy that angel’s demands. Learning the ways of evil had never been enough to set me free from this never ending hell. Simply put, I didn’t have the guts to truly be evil.

“God damn it!” I muttered realizing it was a dark and miserable January evening. Racing around the next dozen or so blocks I zigzagged my way across the Westside hoping to lose anyone chasing, specifically the cops.

Dwelling upon the past would not help me, I thought, running through the shadows of the industrial units. The freezing rain lashed the streets lit only by the silvery reflection of distant lights. After about five minutes I hopped onto a passing bus heading south west for a few blocks. I jumped off a few minutes later hoping any scent of me back nearer the city would be lost. The northerly blast had increased considerably. I may be immortal but I still felt the cold.

Well beyond Fisher Freeway I had calmed down a bit and took the chance to survey the surroundings. No AD’s here, and nothing familiar, except the usual collection of bars, eateries and car parks.

With no sign of being sought after either on the street or in the air it was time to get out of the wind and relax in the warmth. Not that the shitty weather would really affect me. I just wanted company. And maybe clean clothes. Maybe then I’d feel better.

My clothing was essentially destroyed. Not only the black laced crop top, but my arm and hand still had a residue of blood on them. Looking down, I saw that my check skirt was matted in blood. © Copyright 2011, David Noblet. This material may not be used, altered, or reproduced without the express written permission of the author. Most people probably wouldn’t notice, but anyone with eagle eyes may note something odd.
Needing a wash to avoid attracting attention I considered the options. Heading back to the apartment was a no-no, police could be there, and my pockets were empty. Ahead there was a bar with neon lights showing it was still open.

Inside the bar, judging by the condensation on the windows, was nice and warm with a small crowd. A few people had their phones with them. Good, I said to myself, making my mind up. I pushed upon the door and ran my bloodied hand through my long brown wavy hair as I looked around and picked a target. Suddenly my bloodied and bare feet had me worried. I’d have to move fast.

The big forty something guy in a stone washed denim jacket seemed happy to see a sexy scantily clad babe, despite my soaked and bedraggled appearance. Entranced would probably be a better description, as he shuffled sideways to get a better look. Focusing solely on him, my twenty five centuries of pick-up experience worked its stuff as I made the cell the deal breaker. Gently twisting it from his hand he gave a hint he was open to more, fingers lingering for my touch. I swept away from the table avoiding his touch and gave him a piercing smile that had him almost drooling into his JD and cola.

© Copyright 2011, David Noblet. This material may not be used, altered, or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.

Barry answered pretty quickly, with an inaudible grunt, which was not his usual custom. I was instantly suspicious that he’d been gotten to, a thought I dismissed almost as quick. Barry had never shown any sign of betrayal despite being a total asshole at times. He hated the Antediluvians as much as I did.

“B, can you come get me?”

“What am I? A yellow cab?

“No, you’re a fucking friend who acts like a jerk.”

That got him laughing and it was so funny that the sound of my BFF made me feel a little smiley too.

“Lilith, you out playing again?” B asked when he’d calmed down a bit.

I smiled at his reference to an old joke between us. “Yeah. Got stung big time.”

“Where are you?” Barry asked, getting serious now. “Or you want to meet somewhere?”

Thinking about it for a moment, I scanned the bar and caught stonewashed guy’s eyes. I looked through him as I realized my sad ass was in a strange part of town.

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“I’m at this place ‘Giovanni’s’ or something. The other side of Fisher’s Freeway. Look it up will you and meet me somewhere.”

“Don’t have the net here Lilith.”

“Fuck B!” An idea lit my face up. “Hang on a sec.”

Searching around the bar, I located the ever hopeful cell phone guy in the stonewashed jeans and stepped around the nearest table to within his hearing distance.

“What’s the address here?”

“Ah, um, 3537 West Vernor.”

I smiled my thanks back at the guy who seemed to think he had hope with me. I lifted the cell back to my ear still eyeing him.

“You get that B?”
“Yeah, 3537 West Vernor? I know the area. They don’t usually hang there. Gimme twenty okay? Be outside.”

Instantly, I was more relaxed knowing that it was unlikely the Ante’s would be out and about in this neighborhood. It didn’t mean they wouldn’t, just that B says they were not usually here.  By eight I’d be back at the house. Pictures of chilling with some scag or maybe coke for the night sent a warm chill through my mind. For now, maybe I could play with the stone wash guy.

“Great B. Thanks man.” Ringing off, I eyed up my sex on legs for the night. It would be a rush, but I was pretty sure he could deal with it. He wasn’t built to compete or to satisfy me, but maybe his cock could rock, hopefully.

© Copyright 2011, David Noblet. This material may not be used, altered, or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.

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