Hallow's Eve
Darkness, brimstone, the night the devils walk; all of these are associated with Samhain, or what people call 'Halloween' now.
Like every year at the beginning of October, I received my annual invitation to Halloween party from Jane, a long time friend. The same friend I've known since I moved to Boston ten years ago coming from Australia.
I've lived most of my life in Brisbane. Raised in home of my paternal great-great-grandfather William Jacobs, captain of His majesties Ship Brisbane, at least that was his title before he and his officers deserted the royal navy and began raiding merchant ships. Now I live in Manhattan, in a small flat, alone with 'Pinky' my cat, writing novels as hobby while I work as a columnist for the archaeological magazine.
This year however, I want badly to celebrate Halloween. Well.. In last couple year, I've had an interesting encounter with a mysterious stranger, a brunet with a certain charm who has successfully hidden his features by a mask, all I could have seen of was, two splits in it as indicators to his blue eyes. We've chatted in these two occasions and gotten along so well, but unfortunately he always left without a hint of his identity. I tried but never had the chance to know the man behind the blue eyes. I asked my friends, but no one seemed to know him. That's why this year I'm all hope to run into him again, willing to find out who is he as I grew some deep feeling for him.
Although Jane has invited me to the party about a month prior to the holiday, I still didn't have a clue what I'd wear but I was certain I could find something with the help of the local costume shop. The following week, I headed downtown to see if anything caught my eye. After roaming the store, I found a cute Cleopatra costume; a long, blue slinky dress. I liked the idea of the Egyptian princess. I immediately rented the costume and began to look forward, excited to the upcoming event; solely to meet with my stranger.
When I arrived last Thursday from visiting my family in Australia, I spotted a bulky coffin- shaped envelope in my mail box. I instantly knew it was the anticipated invitation. Surely Jane came and dropped the envelope inside my box. As I entered my flat, a simple vintage cassette has dropped into my hand and nothing more. As I played the cassette, an intriguing male voice -which it was familiar- spoke of the details of this year's event.
'Kate,
On October 31st, a Limousine will arrive at your building at 8:30pm. It will take you to your destination for the evening. Your costume must have a mask to conceal your identity. There will be rules that you must follow along the journey. Your first rule is this: under no circumstances are you allowed to repeat or discuss this information with anyone.'
'Jeez, Jane! That's so thrilling!' I thought to myself. Looking closer at the invitation, I was unsure who has sent it, but it must be Jane. It is something she would do, eventhough she's gone all out this time.
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The day comes. I'm readying myself as I was instructed, wearing a costume that would be sure to get attention while my face must be covered from the nose up at all times.The top of the dress barely covers my breasts, but hey, this is the only holiday that allows me to dress as provocatively as I want in public. About my long chestnut hair, I curl it cute and let it fall on my shoulders. On my feet, I choose a pair of simple gold slipper sandals to fit my blue dress. My face is masked with a sheer veil, covering all but my eyes and lips which are both painted with gold makeup.
'Just in time,'
I murmur looking down from my bedroom window to notice the limo pulls up. I glance once more on the mirror than walk out, locking the door behind.
Heading towards the limo as the driver -masked- comes around and opens the door. He gives me a piece of paper which I have to read it before I'm allowed to enter. Eagerly, I open it and read the typed instructions:
Rules for Halloween Evening
1.Do not speak until you arrive at party.
2.If you do speak, you will be let out of the limo at that point.
3.You will have to follow all rules you are given tonight.
4.If you agree to the rules, simply nod your head at the driver.
I frown with a smile. I know that not talking would be a difficult challenge, but I'm up for it.
Although a little hesitated, I nod my head, and with that the driver moves aside, allowing me getting into the limo.
As I glide across the leather seat, I notice that there is only one person inside the limo and it is definitely a brunet male. He captures my attention with his blue eyes dancing in my direction. He is wearing a Zorro mask, which draws my attention to his face and to his extremely kissable lips. My brown eyes trail further down, he is wearing a very chic black tuxedo that shows his masculine body, reminding me of my stranger. Trying not to speak, all I could do is to smile, giving him a shy wave. He returns it with a wonderful smile, a smile that any woman would melt from.
Something in his eyes seems familiar. Could he be my stranger? The limo takes off and begins heading west. He is quiet, but his gaze never left mine, and to my surprise, I don't feel uncomfortable.
There is, however, a strong sense of familiarity about him. I've a feeling of belonging that I've never experienced in this lifetime. Something that is unexplainable until it happens - weird, but true.
He graciously pours a glass of Moet for me and leans over to offer it. As I accept it, our hands glide across the others. That brief moment of touch causes a sensation, as if a bolt of electricity has surged through my body. Our eyes lock while we exchange smiles, and without a word or gesture he leans back to his seat, still gazing at me.
As we drive over the bridge into Manhattan, the city skyline captures my attention like it always did. I always get lost in that skyline, with all the lights shining like stars from the heavens. So magical this city, it is like I am seeing it for the first time again. As I turn to my companion, I realize that he is amused and seems to take pleasure in my fascination for NYC. He moves gracefully over to me and sits beside me. He takes out a piece of paper and hands it to me. I begin to read,
'There have been many details made in the preparation of this very special Halloween Evening.
It will be like no other you have ever encountered.
Realize that no harm will come to you and that you will be taken home safely.
There have been several rules that you have agreed to before taking this journey.
You must follow all directions, spoken or otherwise, by the man sitting besides you.
In no way does he want to cause you any harm or hurt.
It is a matter of trust.'
Dumbfounded and about to speak, he stops me placing his index finger upon my lips.
'Shhh,'
he whispers. Something about the softness in his voice seems so calming. It gives me reassurance that no harm would come to me.
Lost in each other's gaze, he places his hand inside of my delicate hand and slowly begins to stroke my palm in little circular motions, still staring at each other. His hand begins to travel over my wrists, stroking with soft butterfly strokes upwards. His hands are manly, strong, but not over powering, full of rough spots that shows that he works hard for his living. I am lost in the moment.
His hand moves up so slowly. While my eyes could not turn away from his. As soon as his hands embrace my neck, I instinctively arche back as a soft moan escapes me. His fingers begin to play with the back of my neck. He pauses as if he is about to kiss me, but instead his mouth leans into my ear as the first words are uttered softly from his lips.
'Remember the rules, give me your hands, and trust'.
I hold my trembling hands in front of me, as he slowly places both of his hands within my hair, releasing the sheer scarf that I've taken time to arrange, he removes it ever so delicately. With a wary smile, he allows his fingers to explore my locks as his face leans in to smell my scent. He inhales my fragrance, the warmth of his breath trailing down my neck as he continues to move downwards. Sitting up, his eyes stop to simply look. It is as if he has been waiting for this moment for a lifetime; studying every inch of my face.
He gently takes my left hand and places it over my right, and with my hands crossed, he takes the sheer scarf and ties them together. Not too tight, but tight enough that I could not use them. Bringing his lips towards my ear, all he says is, 'Trust'. Something about his voice reaches my deep inside, speaks to me of such love, such trust, and such familiarity. His hands begin to move gently over my body. I try to keep my eyes open to watch his every move, but I get lost within his touch.
I pout as I bite my lower lip, my stare attempting to draw him in. He leans in, his lips finally meet mine. Such a soft kiss at first. His breath escapes as I gently, yet playfully pull on his lower lip. He allows my tongue to invade his warm, moist, and willing mouth. His hands embrace me exploring as the tips of our tongues play against each other.
'I have always wanted you, kitten'
He whispers. A sigh like no other escapes me. God! That voice! The same voice I'm seeking for so long, the nickname he just gives me- is the same my stranger once called me.. it is him, definitely him. It is him and no other.
●○●○
The limo drives around for hours in NYC, but we're lost within each other, satisfying one another's thirst. Several more times that night, we make passionate love.
Just before daybreak, we part as the limo brings me home. Many times I wanted to speak words of love to him, but I didn't want this night to end, so I held true to my promise to follow the rules. No words were exchanged between us. I was eager to see his face, but I couldn't, he never allows me to do so.
As l descend the limo I look hard at him to remember every detail of him. Smiling, I mouth the words, "I Love You!".
I walk quickly towards the building, knowing that I wanted to go back with him but couldn't. Something tells me that I can't.
I ride the elevator to my place. Just after I closed the door there is a knock. Running towards it, thinking that he is ready to reveal himself, but alas, I find only a bouquet of vibrant red tulips near doorstep. No sign of anybody. A note is attached that says,
'Even though we can never change destiny, we have had our moment in time. I love you and always will! To me, you will always be Tulip, and as long as I know that tulips are around, you will always be with me.'
Clutching the tulips, I hold them tight - as if they were the babies I never had - and I carry them to my bedroom. Lying down, I take my last breath as I drift off into a deep peaceful sleep within another world. So happy knowing that I had a chance, no matter how brief, to be with my soul mate.
●○●○
That night she died a mysterious death that nobody could understand. She was holding tightly to the tulips. Nobody could understand how she had received them since she had not left her house or answered the door for the last year.
No card and no evidence of that night. They were like two ghosts within this forum that pass in the middle of the morning, afternoon, or night looking for each other but never embracing.
Their souls travel through this world, not ever sure if they have ever met. Not even sure if either one was really real, or just a figment of their imaginations.
At her funeral, all her long ago high school friends were in attendance. They did not understand why she had not contacted them, because every year around this time they would talk. The incidents in the world caused their annual party to be canceled and nobody was able to inform her. To them it was all so strange that she died in a costume, since the annual party was not held that year.
There were some who always wondered though. In a small unkempt cemetery, on the outskirts of Manhattan, two ghostly shapes can be seen one dark evening a year, twisting and entwining, but nobody ever seemed to want to talk about it.
Within the twilight zone, there is a place that is a fine line between reality and fantasy. This young woman had the most incredible sexual experience in her life, but did it really happen?
Like every year at the beginning of October, I received my annual invitation to Halloween party from Jane, a long time friend. The same friend I've known since I moved to Boston ten years ago coming from Australia.
I've lived most of my life in Brisbane. Raised in home of my paternal great-great-grandfather William Jacobs, captain of His majesties Ship Brisbane, at least that was his title before he and his officers deserted the royal navy and began raiding merchant ships. Now I live in Manhattan, in a small flat, alone with 'Pinky' my cat, writing novels as hobby while I work as a columnist for the archaeological magazine.
This year however, I want badly to celebrate Halloween. Well.. In last couple year, I've had an interesting encounter with a mysterious stranger, a brunet with a certain charm who has successfully hidden his features by a mask, all I could have seen of was, two splits in it as indicators to his blue eyes. We've chatted in these two occasions and gotten along so well, but unfortunately he always left without a hint of his identity. I tried but never had the chance to know the man behind the blue eyes. I asked my friends, but no one seemed to know him. That's why this year I'm all hope to run into him again, willing to find out who is he as I grew some deep feeling for him.
Although Jane has invited me to the party about a month prior to the holiday, I still didn't have a clue what I'd wear but I was certain I could find something with the help of the local costume shop. The following week, I headed downtown to see if anything caught my eye. After roaming the store, I found a cute Cleopatra costume; a long, blue slinky dress. I liked the idea of the Egyptian princess. I immediately rented the costume and began to look forward, excited to the upcoming event; solely to meet with my stranger.
When I arrived last Thursday from visiting my family in Australia, I spotted a bulky coffin- shaped envelope in my mail box. I instantly knew it was the anticipated invitation. Surely Jane came and dropped the envelope inside my box. As I entered my flat, a simple vintage cassette has dropped into my hand and nothing more. As I played the cassette, an intriguing male voice -which it was familiar- spoke of the details of this year's event.
'Kate,
On October 31st, a Limousine will arrive at your building at 8:30pm. It will take you to your destination for the evening. Your costume must have a mask to conceal your identity. There will be rules that you must follow along the journey. Your first rule is this: under no circumstances are you allowed to repeat or discuss this information with anyone.'
'Jeez, Jane! That's so thrilling!' I thought to myself. Looking closer at the invitation, I was unsure who has sent it, but it must be Jane. It is something she would do, eventhough she's gone all out this time.
●○●○●○
The day comes. I'm readying myself as I was instructed, wearing a costume that would be sure to get attention while my face must be covered from the nose up at all times.The top of the dress barely covers my breasts, but hey, this is the only holiday that allows me to dress as provocatively as I want in public. About my long chestnut hair, I curl it cute and let it fall on my shoulders. On my feet, I choose a pair of simple gold slipper sandals to fit my blue dress. My face is masked with a sheer veil, covering all but my eyes and lips which are both painted with gold makeup.
'Just in time,'
I murmur looking down from my bedroom window to notice the limo pulls up. I glance once more on the mirror than walk out, locking the door behind.
Heading towards the limo as the driver -masked- comes around and opens the door. He gives me a piece of paper which I have to read it before I'm allowed to enter. Eagerly, I open it and read the typed instructions:
Rules for Halloween Evening
1.Do not speak until you arrive at party.
2.If you do speak, you will be let out of the limo at that point.
3.You will have to follow all rules you are given tonight.
4.If you agree to the rules, simply nod your head at the driver.
I frown with a smile. I know that not talking would be a difficult challenge, but I'm up for it.
Although a little hesitated, I nod my head, and with that the driver moves aside, allowing me getting into the limo.
As I glide across the leather seat, I notice that there is only one person inside the limo and it is definitely a brunet male. He captures my attention with his blue eyes dancing in my direction. He is wearing a Zorro mask, which draws my attention to his face and to his extremely kissable lips. My brown eyes trail further down, he is wearing a very chic black tuxedo that shows his masculine body, reminding me of my stranger. Trying not to speak, all I could do is to smile, giving him a shy wave. He returns it with a wonderful smile, a smile that any woman would melt from.
Something in his eyes seems familiar. Could he be my stranger? The limo takes off and begins heading west. He is quiet, but his gaze never left mine, and to my surprise, I don't feel uncomfortable.
There is, however, a strong sense of familiarity about him. I've a feeling of belonging that I've never experienced in this lifetime. Something that is unexplainable until it happens - weird, but true.
He graciously pours a glass of Moet for me and leans over to offer it. As I accept it, our hands glide across the others. That brief moment of touch causes a sensation, as if a bolt of electricity has surged through my body. Our eyes lock while we exchange smiles, and without a word or gesture he leans back to his seat, still gazing at me.
As we drive over the bridge into Manhattan, the city skyline captures my attention like it always did. I always get lost in that skyline, with all the lights shining like stars from the heavens. So magical this city, it is like I am seeing it for the first time again. As I turn to my companion, I realize that he is amused and seems to take pleasure in my fascination for NYC. He moves gracefully over to me and sits beside me. He takes out a piece of paper and hands it to me. I begin to read,
'There have been many details made in the preparation of this very special Halloween Evening.
It will be like no other you have ever encountered.
Realize that no harm will come to you and that you will be taken home safely.
There have been several rules that you have agreed to before taking this journey.
You must follow all directions, spoken or otherwise, by the man sitting besides you.
In no way does he want to cause you any harm or hurt.
It is a matter of trust.'
Dumbfounded and about to speak, he stops me placing his index finger upon my lips.
'Shhh,'
he whispers. Something about the softness in his voice seems so calming. It gives me reassurance that no harm would come to me.
Lost in each other's gaze, he places his hand inside of my delicate hand and slowly begins to stroke my palm in little circular motions, still staring at each other. His hand begins to travel over my wrists, stroking with soft butterfly strokes upwards. His hands are manly, strong, but not over powering, full of rough spots that shows that he works hard for his living. I am lost in the moment.
His hand moves up so slowly. While my eyes could not turn away from his. As soon as his hands embrace my neck, I instinctively arche back as a soft moan escapes me. His fingers begin to play with the back of my neck. He pauses as if he is about to kiss me, but instead his mouth leans into my ear as the first words are uttered softly from his lips.
'Remember the rules, give me your hands, and trust'.
I hold my trembling hands in front of me, as he slowly places both of his hands within my hair, releasing the sheer scarf that I've taken time to arrange, he removes it ever so delicately. With a wary smile, he allows his fingers to explore my locks as his face leans in to smell my scent. He inhales my fragrance, the warmth of his breath trailing down my neck as he continues to move downwards. Sitting up, his eyes stop to simply look. It is as if he has been waiting for this moment for a lifetime; studying every inch of my face.
He gently takes my left hand and places it over my right, and with my hands crossed, he takes the sheer scarf and ties them together. Not too tight, but tight enough that I could not use them. Bringing his lips towards my ear, all he says is, 'Trust'. Something about his voice reaches my deep inside, speaks to me of such love, such trust, and such familiarity. His hands begin to move gently over my body. I try to keep my eyes open to watch his every move, but I get lost within his touch.
I pout as I bite my lower lip, my stare attempting to draw him in. He leans in, his lips finally meet mine. Such a soft kiss at first. His breath escapes as I gently, yet playfully pull on his lower lip. He allows my tongue to invade his warm, moist, and willing mouth. His hands embrace me exploring as the tips of our tongues play against each other.
'I have always wanted you, kitten'
He whispers. A sigh like no other escapes me. God! That voice! The same voice I'm seeking for so long, the nickname he just gives me- is the same my stranger once called me.. it is him, definitely him. It is him and no other.
●○●○
The limo drives around for hours in NYC, but we're lost within each other, satisfying one another's thirst. Several more times that night, we make passionate love.
Just before daybreak, we part as the limo brings me home. Many times I wanted to speak words of love to him, but I didn't want this night to end, so I held true to my promise to follow the rules. No words were exchanged between us. I was eager to see his face, but I couldn't, he never allows me to do so.
As l descend the limo I look hard at him to remember every detail of him. Smiling, I mouth the words, "I Love You!".
I walk quickly towards the building, knowing that I wanted to go back with him but couldn't. Something tells me that I can't.
I ride the elevator to my place. Just after I closed the door there is a knock. Running towards it, thinking that he is ready to reveal himself, but alas, I find only a bouquet of vibrant red tulips near doorstep. No sign of anybody. A note is attached that says,
'Even though we can never change destiny, we have had our moment in time. I love you and always will! To me, you will always be Tulip, and as long as I know that tulips are around, you will always be with me.'
Clutching the tulips, I hold them tight - as if they were the babies I never had - and I carry them to my bedroom. Lying down, I take my last breath as I drift off into a deep peaceful sleep within another world. So happy knowing that I had a chance, no matter how brief, to be with my soul mate.
●○●○
That night she died a mysterious death that nobody could understand. She was holding tightly to the tulips. Nobody could understand how she had received them since she had not left her house or answered the door for the last year.
No card and no evidence of that night. They were like two ghosts within this forum that pass in the middle of the morning, afternoon, or night looking for each other but never embracing.
Their souls travel through this world, not ever sure if they have ever met. Not even sure if either one was really real, or just a figment of their imaginations.
At her funeral, all her long ago high school friends were in attendance. They did not understand why she had not contacted them, because every year around this time they would talk. The incidents in the world caused their annual party to be canceled and nobody was able to inform her. To them it was all so strange that she died in a costume, since the annual party was not held that year.
There were some who always wondered though. In a small unkempt cemetery, on the outskirts of Manhattan, two ghostly shapes can be seen one dark evening a year, twisting and entwining, but nobody ever seemed to want to talk about it.
Within the twilight zone, there is a place that is a fine line between reality and fantasy. This young woman had the most incredible sexual experience in her life, but did it really happen?
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