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Master of Darkness
by Kelly Berks (kellyberks@yahoo.com)

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The night belongs to unseen creatures who have mastered 
its darkness, waiting quietly and patiently for those 
who would recklessly venture into their unforgiving 
domain. Violate their space if you dare, but be advised 
that you may pay the ultimate price for your 
foolishness. (MF, nc, v, murd)

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He slipped deftly and quietly through the darkness, 
passing from one deep shadow to the next, never seeming 
to invade the space reserved for those bands of light 
projected from the streetlights which punctuated the 
sidewalk. She, on the other hand, treated the night as 
if it were her own to do with as she pleased.  She 
walked defiantly through his realm of darkness, 
ignoring any thought of fear for that which might be 
lurking in those unlit voids - those places which we 
know usually contain nothing at all. 

She announced her approach with that special sound that 
very stylish women make: that clickety clack of spike 
heels striking concrete. It's a sound which does little 
more than turn your head in the daytime, but in the 
deep shadows of night, it is the ultimate announcement 
that there is someone available to be ravaged and 
extinguished. That intoxicating sound marked her 
arrival to this spot at precisely eleven sixteen every 
night. 

She was a creature of habit; he was a creature who 
preyed upon those who were compelled by habit. Their 
meeting was therefore not by chance, and the outcome of 
that meeting was almost certainly inevitable. 

She approaches this spot at the exact time which she 
has prescribed for herself. She is a one-woman parade, 
confidently striding toward a destination so close as 
to nearly be in view, yet so far as to be unreachable. 
Each stride produces a motion which arouses the senses 
and brings her that much closer to the place where she 
will be conquered. Clickity, clack, each step announces 
a bit louder, as it delivers her closer.

There is a poetry in what you can see as she passes 
through the light and a poetry in what you can hear 
when she is lost in the darkness. He always sees and 
hears; for him, the vision and sound are inseparable. 
She crosses a field of light, her stunning features 
betrayed by the harsh glare, then she moves into the 
blackness and is rendered only by that seemingly 
perpetual sound. 

The vision and the sound are repeated over and over 
again, until the vision is once again lost in the 
darkness, and this time, the sound is no longer heard. 
Something has interrupted the nighttime poem. The two 
creatures of the night have collided, and in the total 
absence of light, we cannot see or even imagine what 
has happened.

His reward has now been realized, first in her 
resistance; then in her surrender. He has sought and 
found his satisfaction in what she was, rather than who 
she was pretending to be. Without even the faintest 
trace of moonlight to illuminate her pretense, there 
was nothing to destroy the brutal honesty which he 
demanded in their intimacy. 

In the morning light, we'll learn that our lady has 
been persuaded to offer herself in a more generous way 
then she would have preferred. Her newly-acquired 
generosity will continue, as she puts on quite a show, 
openly displaying all those things which she had been 
so cleverly trying to flaunt when she was alive. Her 
silky hair will be spread on the ground around her head 
as if floating on the surface of a still pond; her eyes 
will be open wide to the bright blue morning sky; her 
breasts will be exposed to all would now stare rather 
than glance, and her long legs will still offer the 
same invitation they always had, but now in a far more 
blatant fashion.

They will pick her up and place her in a wagon drawn by 
horses or driven by diesel, because this exercise 
represents no particular time or place. It is just one 
morning which follows another conquest for this master 
of darkness. He will seek and surely find more such 
victories.

Another day will pass, and another night will approach. 
One more fatal pattern will be observed and studied 
carefully by eyes buried deep in the shadows.  If she 
walks quickly and quietly through the night, she may 
keep herself out of harm's way. If she is careless and 
ignores the perils of the night, she may well survive 
her journey anyway; after all, most creatures of the 
night are harmless, and most nights hide no evil in 
their darkness.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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