Crazy About You
By Jordan Taylor
Looking at my own reflection when
suddenly it changes. Violently, it
changes
The
world is a scary place now that youve woken up the demon in me.
--
Disturbed, 2000
David turned the key to
his Audi feeling the comfortable vibration of the engine under his seat. The blue and red panel brightened along
the dash. A sleek black exterior
reflected the city lights like black water as he drove the late, empty
streets. He thought about the
woman he met tonight. Insanity
came to mind. He had to be insane
to turn down a woman of such exquisite beauty.
She
had been sosilentafter they had spoken.
She never said a word after David had told her that he didnt want a
relationship at the moment. He
explained how hed just gotten out of a relationship. He explained, thoughtfully, that he found her very beautiful
and charming; but, right now, he wasnt looking for someone to be with. He swears to himself that it was the
hardest thing to do. He had been
sitting across from arguably the most powerful woman on Earth.
She
looked so blank. There was
nothing. After hed said what he
wanted to say, she merely looked at him.
Her blue eyes seemed to shift from bright and alive to dull and
empty. Yet, her expression never
moved. She said yes only when he
asked if she understood how he felt.
She answered him with the same when he asked if she was okay. She merely sat. She looked incredible, he admitted to
himself. Her blue evening dress
covered her naked skin beneath.
When the public was fortunate to catch a glimpse beneath her costume,
the media had a field day. When
confronted about the indecency of her costume, she claimed it a custom of her
home planet. All was forgiven.
Nothing changed. Being the
most powerful being on the planet had its perks.
All her contours and
perfections were there for the world to see. He remembered how the dress slid across her bottom as he
followed her to their table. She
mustve known he was watching. You
can never hide from someone like her.
She knows what men want.
She knows what they desire from her. She listens to them.
The simple motion of
sitting she made into a dance. She
turned on her toes, though she seemed to float, and leaned more than necessary
when taking her seat. Thick,
golden hair fell over her back like a waterfall of honey. Walking to his own seat, she would look
up at him with a smile as if she were admiring the way he walked. She watched every move he made and
responded to it. Blue silk slid
over her nipples, which were obvious through the shimmering gown. She didnt care. She loved the world to see her. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted
her.
He didnt however. Not now, at least. Although, the opportunity has passed
him he imagines. He turned onto
the freeway that ran along the bay.
The citys lights danced across the water like a spreading flashfire. The stars provided no light as distant
clouds gathered over the water.
With the windows down, he could smell the coming storm.
The large gates of his
estate quietly opened welcoming their master into its wrought iron arms. Lightning leaped through the clouds
over his home. As large as it was,
it seemed small under the thundering of Mother Natures voice. Another flash illuminates the faade of
the playboys mansion.
Im tired. Im seeing things, he dismissed. He saw her. He
saw something of her. His mind was
guilty. The sight of her on the
roof, wet and alone, naked, was his guilty feelings about her. The relationship never made
fruition. A few dates and she
seemed ready to settle down. He
remembered the earthmoving sex from their second meeting. He allowed himself a smile. It closed the west wing of his house
for several days afterwards. Was
it a mistake?
No. I did the right thing. For me and my safety. He said aloud. Hed heard the stories of her former
lovers disappearing at the hands of her enemies. Shed had many, or so the rumor was. Though shed proven that no standing
army, or multitude of them, could compete against her, she was unable to keep
her lovers alive. It seemed that
even the supermen couldnt survive her.
No one questioned it.
Americas sweetheart? No
way. Simply, it was a part of
being with her. She had
enemies. Her enemies were to
blame. Being around her was
dangerous.
The maw of his garage
opened wide. He slid his car
through the opening and turned the engine off. A sound startled him.
Something moved beside him.
He sighed inward. The tips
of his fingers tingled from the rush.
Get a grip. Huh?
Approaching the entryway
he noticed how crooked it seemed.
Certainly not straight. He
scanned over the edges, first looking at the hinges. The door hinges were mangled and recessed into the wood of
the frame. While fishing for his
cell, he looked over the rest of the precariously blocked portal. Small imperfections were pressed into
the door itself. Four of them in a
parallel pattern pressed into the door and looked like the remains of a childs
playdough.
Yes. He held for the dispatcher on the
line. Another rush of wind
startled him. He turned
around. The blue dress was there. On the cold floor behind him, a puddle
of dark, wet blue sent him reeling back in to the door. No longer able to hold, he fell through
onto his back.
Hello? Hello?!
What is your location?
530
Brittany Bay Blvd. Theres been a
break-in. No, I havent been
inside. I just got home. Yeah. A couple of minutes ago. Im not sure.
Thank you.
David
wiped the sweat from his forehead still lying on the floor of his kitchen. Slowly he rolled over, getting to his
feet. Stupid man.
Wha-? Go away! Get out of my house!
Clumsily
he reached into one of the many drawers lining the island stove. Drawer after drawer flung open looking
for a suitable weapon. He wielded
the large knife out in front of him blindly poking into the darkness. There was no sound but his ragged
breath. His heart pounded inside
of his head. Coward!
Damn
it! What do you want? His knife stopped in his grip nearly
causing him to lose control of it.
He poked again feeling a soft resistance. Lightning provided the momentary illumination of her. The knife was no longer in his
hand. She bit the end off and spat
at the wall.
Sara? What is this about? He relaxed a bit, though his mind told
him he had no reason to. She was
still achingly beautiful, even in the near dark. She was wet, naked, and vulnerable. He softened at the site of her
eyes. She seemed hurt and lost. He looked at her concerned.
Arent
I pretty?
God,
yes.
She
appeared in front of him. He never
saw her actually move. His breath
caught in his throat. She placed a
hand on his chest.
Then
why did you leave me?
Because. He hesitated to answer. Youre dangerous to be around. I cant be with you, Sara. I cant.
The night we made
love. The night you brought me
home. You said you loved me, she
cried in desperation. Her body
shook with tears.
You asked me too.
Her hands went limp to
her sides. Hurt washed over her
face. Then, the very thing that
made America adore her, the vulnerable innocence, despite her enormous power,
sank from her eyes. Something
changed. She was looking through
him. He could feel his nerve
endings itch. She looked at the
meat and organs that made up the structure of his body. Her head cocked sideways. Her eyes shimmered brighter. All the molecules moving about inside
of him became clear to her. He was
no different. She watched his
stomach churning tonights meal.
His lungs filled in changing volumes before her. Her eyes moved down his abdomen to look
at his naked sac. She saw the
erection hard in his pants. No
different.
NO! She screamed.
His back slammed into
the wall behind him pounding all the air from his body. So many things broke inside him; he
numbed to it all. Too much pain at
once, his brain shut it out.
Another wall opened up behind him.
Wood, piping, drywall, floor.
She floated through each new hole.
Blood poured from his ears.
His heart was loud in his head.
One capable eye opened.
Through waves of searing discomfort he reached up with his remaining
good arm to his nightstand. The
gun wavered and was heavy in his hand.
You cant deny me,
David. No man can deny me.
Refusals spit from the
end of the barrel. None of them
made any difference. Her fingers
pinched the barrel closed.
Blackness washed over David.
The only safety he believed was left came to take him. He heard sirens in the distance. An angels arms wrapped around him and
lifted him like a small baby. Her
skin was soft and warm and safe.
She breathed into his ear.
He felt his body floating.
Dont deny me,
David. Dont be afraid,
darling. I love you.