Born to Die

The lights in the city began to set to a dim glow, as though they were the eyes of God beginning to close after the long day of watching over civilians in the city of New York. It was as though the night was a symbolization of the last visitation. That night was the end of the relationship of a woman, a beautiful woman, named Candice. The only way I could describe her complexion as a woman that men would best describe as beautiful and extravagant, with hair that reached an exquisite length, passed her shoulders, with a tone of Autumn and eyes that are like a brown pool of melted chocolate that twinkle in the sun and moonlight. Candice always wore amazing white dresses that represented her purity and class, as well as her bright white smile. She’s beautiful, and unfortunately, I had to leave her on the day of February that resembles intimacy and affection between passionate couples and married individuals. It was valentine's day, and due to the circumstances of my career life stood in the way of our burning love and devotion; I had to leave her. Our love was like butterflies crawling against the skin every single time our lips touched. That day, as I broke it to her, she took it as a kiss that impaled her heart with a look of shocked melancholy. She gazed at me with such confusion, and despair. She barely was able to stutter the words the words, “Steve, you’re leaving me on Valentine's day?”

However, within an instant, before she was able to complete her question that inquired a sense of worry and hopelessness. The presence of desperation was thick, as though one could almost grasp it with bare hands, “That’s quite alright… Have fun in Vegas,” murmured Candice with desperate eyes that looked upon the crystal blue eyes of mine that laid upon her beautiful face. The sound of the taxi filled the air as the driver of the vehicle called my name and demanded that I get in. He slowly rolled up to Candice’s door, the wheels of the car made the ground crackle and snap as it the door slowly approached me. I refused to glance at her as she had the look of such pity that caused my heart to snap into pieces. I could still feel the essences of her sad eyes glaring upon my backside, off to a world of city shows and casinos as I couldn't help it, my eyes had one last glance at Candice, fading off into the distance as the long autumn colored layers of hair danced to the hypnotic natural tune that was the weather of New York.

***

As the taxi arrived near my destinations, I gazed out my window and stared at the city lights that gleamed above me. As though the lights somehow were watching over those who have committed reckless acts in Sin City. As the driver slowly drove up to the casino I was meant to guard for a while, relapses of guilt laid awake within me as I was greeted by the mistress I met in New York when Candice was away. I stood guard for a rather risky underground Goth club under the name of “The Devil's Den” when I had my stay in New York. She had short jet black hair, pieces of pale flesh pierced through the acute craters that were created to portray a ripple effect within her fishnet tights. The color of brown in her eyes shined, red velvet lipstick brightly complemented her facial structure. She was scandalous. Her name was Ruby. She still remembered the affair we had years ago. Yet, there remained the thoughts of Candice, the memory of her passion fruit perfume haunted me. The fragrance haunted me in such a way that her essences and memory were like a spirit, circling me, accompanied with innocence and a naive tone of the abrupt events that were going to occur.

Ruby gawked at me with the intentions of something intimate taking place, she looked at me and said, “After your shift, do you wanna relive our old times together? Candice is all the way in New York. She wouldn’t even have the audacity to figure out what we are even doing.” She giggled with a mischievous tone within her voice, as she proceed to beg and plead, it gave off a tone that she was intoxicated—intoxicated with lust.

“Ruby,” I murmured with a hint of modulation, “I refuse to fool with you as I have Candice and only her, the affair is over, what I did in the past was truly up there in the levels of grotesque and has filled me with guilt for the rest of my life.”

Complete silence laid within us as we could not say a word, she then giggled and said, “That’s what you say now and that’s what you said then!” She walked away back into the club lobby called the “Graveyard Shift.” The rhythm of her Damonia high heels clacking against the gravel that rested below her. It could have been compared to the muffled beat that played within the underground getaway. That rhythm hypnotized me, it was like we were children playing tag except she was it. She tagged me and captured me; and I had no desire to tag her back. The sparkle of a Red Ruby as captured and created me into a weak fool. I craved for lust, I realized that it wasn’t my career I was there for, it was Ruby and we were destined to be released of our lust together one last time.

There we were, in between the sheets and the soft pillow that our heads rested upon, tender kisses along the neck filled us with ecstasy as the lust and desires grew rapidly touching along her porcelain skin. In that moment I treated her as the most precious ruby I cradled her, filled her with a feeling she’d been wanting to reunite with for a long time. A feeling of butterflies that tell lies landing on her pale flesh and the compassion remained unreal. It was made of plasticine, a new definition of fraudulent, for it was lust that controlled us. I did it, I gave in. When it was all said and done she looked at me with a vicious smile that stretched across her face from ear to ear, got close to my ear and whispered the words, “I’m Candice’s sister you never knew about.”

***

A light in the middle of a grungy, grotesque cellar flickered dimly. As if it were the light of God dimming a scene which could ultimately be the demise of me. I had woken up to the sound of what seemed like footsteps, muffled screams, and sewing machines. I felt the texture of a cloth that blindfolded me and all I could hear were the words of mercy, words of pleading, things like “Please let me go! What the Hell do you think you’re doing! NO! PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GO, WE ARE FAMILY!” Then it hit me, I recognized the voice. It was Ruby and the footsteps were from Candice. She slowly walked over to me and took off the blindfold that covered my view. “It’s me,” Candice said with a playful light tone. She took my blindfold off, what I saw was the body of Candice, and the face and hair of Ruby. “You loved us both so, here you go both Ruby and me, in one.” I watched as every word Candice said made the mask of Ruby jiggle and flap as if some of the pieces of her distorted face were not sewn correctly in place. As she spoke the mouth of Ruby synchronized with Candice and pieces of Ruby’s scalp were missing “Aw what’s the matter Stevie, are you afraid?” Candice took the knife she used to carved the remains of her sister Ruby and guided it across my flesh. I was her prey and she had ahold of me, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. Her body leaned over mine as she let the blood of Ruby ooze from the flesh mask she had created. “I’m sorry, I know you loved her, but you love me too, right? So why not have both?” I was paralyzed. I couldn’t say a word. She leaned over and had “Ruby” kiss me. “You like that Stevie?” All I could do was shake my head. “I thought you loved me, you always said I was your diamond right? And she’s your red Ruby? Together we are the “Red Diamond.” Drippings of vital fluid that belonged to Ruby slowly dripped all over the exposed areas of my body. As I sat there squirming like a worm. Naked afraid. Shaking and cowering in fear. Diamond softly rubbed her long finger tips that were submerged in the blood of her relative down my torso heading toward the shaft of my genitals softly grasping onto the head as though I was suppose to enjoy this torture.

“Aw, look at you, you poor defenseless f**k.” You’re just so beautiful when you’re paralyzed with fear,” Diamond said with a petite giggle as she griped the butcher knife the laid next to a photo of me, as though his was sometime of metaphor that described my future, death. She walked up,to me slowly singing humming and giggling the song “Born to Die” by Lana Del Rey, as she carved deeply into my torso “Steve loves The Red Diamond.”

“Don't make me sad, don't make me crySometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know whyKeep making me laughLet's go get highThe road is long, we carry onTry to have fun in the meantime Hmm- hmm hmm hmm hmm”“Come and take a walk on the wild sideLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rainYou like your girls insane, soChoose your last wordsThis is the last time'Cause you and IWe were born to die”

“Oh Steve what a mess you've made such a mess! You've got intestines all over the floor! Oh no," Diamond said to the corpse as she passionately kissed the remains of what was left of Steve. “You look so handsome,” she said giggling. "I'm so sorry I did that to you. You do know it was your fault right?” Of course, so now that you're dead you don't have any advantages in what you want to say what so ever!” Diamond grinned as she sat on his naked lifeless lap. She rubbed his thighs ever so lightly, as the thrill of lusting over the corpse of her boyfriend's dead body took over, as she caught up in he high, the skin mask she wore flapped and jiggled as she reached her peak.

A peak that was to die for.