[Samael_22]: 619.Short Stories.The Balcony

The Balcony- By Derrick Doucet

        It was midnight. Very little people walked around town at this time. I preferred it to be quiet outside. Besides, it helped make my job easier. My job was actually where I was headed. I worked late. What I did could never be done in daylight. I stuck to the night like a vampire, but vampires are fictional. Physically, you could say I was human, but mentally was a totally different story. I let you judge that for yourself.  I lived my life alone. My job entitled me to have no emotional connection with anyone. This was what I chose.

        Anyways, this night was special. The cool air sent shivers over my body, and I craved this feeling every night. Nothing but the feeling of shivers looming over me. It was the perfect aphrodisiac. So I walked, allowing the cold air to briskly touch my face. What a beautiful night this was. I stopped in front of an apartment building. It was called the castle, but I never knew why. It didn’t look like a castle. The siding was wooden. There were only three floors, and three rooms on each floor. Each room had its own balcony, and on middle balcony of the third floor, stood a beautiful young blonde. She must have been 22; she looked no older than that. That was my destination, to see the young exquisite blonde. 

        I walked to the front gate, and rang the bell for room 3B. I looked up and at the blonde as she picked up the cordless phone. She never answered; she only pressed the buzzer to let me in. I entered the castle, and straight ahead was the elevator. The elevator was old, it looked ancient almost. Maybe this was why it was called the castle. The inside of the building was almost ancient, or at least it seemed so. For an ancient elevator, it made very little noise as it went up. Perfect, more silence for me. Silence was the thing I craved so often.

        At the top, I normally went about my business and just entered 3B. I didn’t want to knock, it would be better for her to be surprised. For a moment I stared at this blonde. She was elegant. Her hair long enough to reach her shoulders. The hair swiftly swayed with the wind. It was really rather rich. These moments I cherished all my life. It was the closest I would get to any emotional connection.

    It was time I moved right behind her and whispered in her ear:” You look like the goddess of wind out here.”
    She turned to me and answered:”Such beauty but does not exist.”
    I continued to whisper:”If only you could see yourself in the wind, then you would believe me.”
        She faced the street again. She ignored me. I was use to this. I was not someone whom people appreciate. I am often misunderstood and loathed by the people. Despite the fact that she ignored, I passionately turned her back around and kissed her. The kiss was more than passionate; it was mesmerizing for the both of us. When the kiss was finished, I looked straight into her eyes; took out my silencer and shot her. Nothing but silence from the gun shot, the only sound was the young blonde falling on the balcony. Too bad I had to kill her, because her elegance made this night so special, so mesmerizing. I didn’t want our kiss to end, but you see it had too, for I am the angel of death, and she was waiting to die.