The prompt song was:
Black House, by Omnia
The week was done and he
could finally return to his sanctuary. Over bumpy roads to the hidden location,
his heart lifted upon seeing the derelict building loom up ahead blacker than
the night sky.
When he entered, their
cries made him smile. He had been missed, but then a week alone was long, he
knew that. He went about his ministrations, giving the minimum needed to
sustain them; their outstretched hands grabbing what they could, a few lucky
ones grabbing a little more.
As they settled, he did
too, taking his place in the worn armchair positioned in the centre of the main
room facing the doors. Eyes peered between the bars of the little windows set
into the thick oak. It afforded him protection, unless he wanted to open them.
But it was early yet, and he had to nurse a week in the world first.
He unscrewed the bourbon,
enjoying its glint in the lantern light. He relished the first sip, the fire
awaking his soul as it warmed his body. It wouldn’t take many tonight to bring
him back to life.
They watched him as he
drank, knowing.
After two drinks he stood
up. He heard them hold their collective breaths as he walked to the back of the
room to the CD player. He needed something dark and heavy tonight, something
deep that would talk to his soul. It needed to be earthy; reflect the smells of
the dwelling. He knew the CD he needed, and they’d know it too once he put it
on.
He heard the murmurs when
the first chords could be heard through the tiny speakers, and he felt their
eyes on him as he walked to the corner. The chink of the keys heightened those
murmurs and he smiled for the first time that week. This was always his
favourite part.
They shrank back as he
turned the keys in the locks, but he chose to let them do the opening tonight.
He wasn’t in a hurry. Instead he returned to his chair and the amber liquid
that would enable him to enjoy the next part.
He knew she’d be first.
She was bolder than the others, opening the door a crack and slithering out.
She pressed herself against the wall next to the door, and slid down it,
relieved to be out of the confines.
Her nakedness aroused
him, but he remained seated, knowing she would come, although not until the
other doors were opened. They were a collective, and that’s why he enjoyed them
so much.
First they huddled together, their unique forms
fitting together as though they were one, and then they turned to him with a
sparkle in their eyes. Now it was his turn to inhale, readying himself for
their onslaught as they came towards him. Capturing dark forest fairies was one
thing, but satiating their lurid desires was another.
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