The Temptress

Kim Bishopp

The Temptress

The atmosphere in the club was unhurried and mellow. The air was heavy
with the cloying scent of perfume and aftershave. The killer studied
the silhouettes of people dancing slowly, while they waited for that
one person who would give them pleasure on that cold, mysterious
shadowy night. Like a mirage amongst the smoke their victim appeared.
The victim ambled towards the bar slowly but with direction. As they
approached they were intercepted by the tall, dark, shadow, who lead
them onto the dance floor. The hunter wound her arms around her prey's
neck, slowly but seductively.
They both moved relaxingly to the music, entwining as one. The victim
was totally unaware of the horror that the dark figure had in store for
him. The temptress remained calm, her heart kept a slow steady rhythm.
It was as if they were the only people in the room. The victim knew it
was wrong to be dancing with this beautiful captivating temptress. But
he'd strayed so many times before, it didn't matter that the ground he
was treading on was even more dangerous than the last, he just didn't
know how dangerous.
The temptress drew her toy closer. Playing with him, his emotions, and
his soul. She reminded herself how repulsive and fraudulent he really
was and that what she had in store for him, he'd brought on himself.
The tension in the room was so dense that it was almost visible, but
still the toy didn't suspect that the person that had made his heart
race, was about to make it stop.
Tenderly the dark figure kissed his lips, totally bewitching him, she
could feel his heart beat against her chest. The temptress took his
hand and lead him into a dark corner in the club. Slowly moving through
the people she backed him into the corner, pushing against him. While
the victim kissed her, she slowly slipped her hand into her purse and
pulled out a small, slim, shiny object. The temptress twisted her arm
around his back and up to his neck. Sharply driving the blade deep into
his flesh, he gasped, and looked into the soulless eyes of the
hard-hearted temptress.
The pain was like dragons fire, racing through his veins until it
reached his toes. He fell to his knees; all his energy was draining
away. He looked around for help, but it was as if they were
undetectable to everyone else. The prey looked up again wondering
why&;#8230; slowly realising as he looked into her deep, dark brown
eyes, she knew about the lies pain and hurt he'd caused his wife. As he
took his last dying breath of air, he tried to say sorry, but it was so
quiet she didn't hear him.
The temptress gave herself a small-satisfied smile as she looked down
onto the motionless body. Blood had started to ooze out of his lifeless
body, and was making a small puddle, then a stream as it trickled
towards the centre of the dance floor. She tapped his side with the tip
of her foot. Cautiously she bent down and pulled her weapon out, wiping
the blood off the stiletto onto the back of his shirt. The blood left a
long red line along his spine, as if it was a symbol. Then she rolled
him over so he was lying on his back. She studied her handy work, his
mouth gaped open and his eyes stared towards the ceiling, which
disappeared into the blackness.
The temptress stood up and slipped the stiletto back into her purse.
She sauntered out of the exit and into the darkness, where the shadows
greeted her.