Sport


She caught his eye, beautiful, dark hair and even darker eyes, full pouted lips and smooth tanned skin.  Yes she would do.
He flicks up the paper which reads 'College senior Carl Hutchinson found in pieces in the woods.'
Below that story another missing persons advert ' Felicity Calbergs aged 21 has been missing for a week (picture inserted) please alert the police if you have seen her. Family and friends are worried sick.'
His eyes look up from the paper dark hair had felt his gaze and was starring back intently. Her pouted lips stretched into a beautiful smile, she looks away shyly.
A sweet smile plagues her face.
Yes, she was perfect.
He gets up and leaves the paper on the table along with a bowl of chips, untouched.

There was a college party going on in and around the restaurant situated right by Elm Green wood and lake, as there usually was every week before a game.

He introduces himself. She smiles and plays shy.

The night covers the sky in a dark velvet, twinkling blanket. Fire and music rage outside. Alcohol flows freely as they dance to the rhythm of the flames.
In her ear he whispers "Want to play a game Ollisa?"
"Always!" she replies sheepishly.
He takes her hand and leads her to the edge of the woods.  She hesitates. The woods are full and dark.
"Don't worry I'm taking you through to a clearing in the woods. We can't play here, unless..voyeurism is your thing?" he giggles.
Feeling foolish she takes a step forward, he stands behind her and puts his hands over her eyes. His skin is soft. She jumps back into him, going in blind was not part of the deal.
He removes his hands " It's my secret place out here, the mystery is part of the fun..don't you think?..I promise I will not let you fall, Scouts honour!" His breath beats off of the corner of her ear.
"I don't want you to cover my eyes, I'll keep them shut!. Lead the way Mr. Mystery."
She closes her eyes. He spins her several times then leads her into the brush.
Disorientated, she feels like she's been walking for ages, the ground is uneven, the night is cold. She passes through a web and comes to a halt. In a flurry she takes back her hand and wipes her face. When she opens her eyes he is close enough to touch with the tip of her nose. Grabbing her shoulders he spins her around, pulls her into him and plants a soft kiss on her lips. Her skin goes a flush of red. He grins at her, his teeth shiny as ever in the light of night. She smiles back at him, warmed from the kiss.
"So when do we start to play?" she asks.
His smile grows wider "Now!" he crones, with a faultless movement he pushes her shoulder. She stumbles backward trying to find her footing. She finds nothing but air. She falls, her back then head bounce off of the cold moist stone steps. All goes black.

"Wakey wakey mi lady!" he bellows from entirely to close. Her eyes flutter open, the blunt pain at the back of her head is shocking, almost paralysing. She struggles to focus through her hazy eyes. There is a spotlight right above her, with stone slabs surrounding it. A shadow covers the light. It is him, hovering over her.
"You fell asleep" he says in his sweetest tone. "I've had to wait for you to awake before the fun could continue, what good is a sleeping partner?"
Ollisa begins to shiver. He lowers himself so that his lips hover above her forehead, fully pouted ready to lay down a kiss. With all he might she throws a punch that connects with his left temple.
He staggers to the side. She throws herself up, realising she was on her back and catapults herself off of the couch. The floor is like ice, cold and slippery. Barefoot she tries to find her bearings, feeling off kilter now she is vertical. A door is at the end of the cellar. The sound of running water trickles all over the room. The roar of a fire plagues the back corner. Before she can get to far she is met with a blunt thump to the back of the head. She falls.
"That is not how the game is played Ollisa." Hints of irritation begin to bleed into his voice.
He bends down and grabs a fist full of hair. With a sharp angry yank he drags her to the far walls away from the door. He props her up against the wall, a firm hand around her throat, his right lifting her disorderly left hand and holding it in place.
Trembling she tries to resist his positioning.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You said you wanted to play, we are playing my favourite game."
The light from the fire dances across his skin and gets caught in his eyes. He releases her throat and smoothes it across her collar bone, then beneath her top and along her scapula. He rubs his hand over her left breast and holds it still, intently feeling for the rapidly increasing pace of her heart.
The fire glares off of his white teeth. Her body is now shivering uncontrollably. He removes his hand from her top and reaches into his back pocket. He lowers himself to his knees, straddling her lap. His lips so close to hers she can feel his breath. He leans in and kisses her gently. With a swift parting of the lips she bites down.
"Ugh!" He pulls back and slaps her with the hand holding up her left arm.
Her lip bleeds. He pulls her arm back into place and with unforgiving force pushes a metal stake through the centre of her palm.
Sound waves of her pain echo throughout the cellar. The walls had gotten used to raucous cries and lashings of blood over the past century. With no sweet intention he removes another stake from his back pocket and plummet's it into her right hand. Dark red fluid flows quickly from the gashes in her hand.
"Wait here!" he says with a smirk. All traces of gentility gone from his voice.

He gets up and walks over to the couch to pick up an ancient blade.  As light as air he saunters back over to her. Crouching he gets his lips over her right ear and whispers "Callisto return to me, Callisto for life, Callisto forever."

Ollisa lifts her head "I'm here baby".

He shifts backwards, in an unsteady movement. Her eyes are the colour of the flames.
Presenting the gracefulness of a ballerina she slides her left hand over the stake that pins her hand to the stone, and then her right. The transaction is as smooth as a knife through butter.
The blood has ceased to flow. She lifts her hands in front of her face to watch her bones, ligaments, muscle then skin repair themselves.

"From all the missing girls I knew you were here. I thought I had found you before. That boy was almost as cruel as you, he hit me, choked me, you know how I like to play. It only became apparent that he was just some mortal when I cut off his knee cap" she rises to her feet, her face once again plagued with a smile, this time is it wasn't so sweet. "He started screaming like a little girl!" A giant toothy grin from ear to ear covers her pretty face.

"I've missed you Luca, this game took far too long. I think for the next we should stick to one continent don't you agree?. . .A century is a long time too look for you my love."
"Agreed, none of the girls I've played with could ever compare to you." Luca says his voice again gentle.
She walks over to him and brushes a hand through his hair.
Frantically they claw and tear at each other, clothes ripped off, the floor covered in fabric. She kisses him and pushes him hard against the couch. She over powers him being a goddess several centuries older than he, holds its advantages.  She bends him back so he is arched over the couch. Passionately they make love. Luca in a state of bliss grabs another fist full of hair, the other hand running rampant over her body.
Her left hand slips off of him and feels under the couch. Luca tilts his head up to look at Callisto. The fire still burning in her eyes, she plunges the ancient blade into his bare chest. His blood sprays everywhere, covering every surface. His eyes turn to white.


She bends over him and whispers "It's your turn now my love. Until next time." She climbs off of his body and pulls out the knife. With a sweep of her finger she wipes off the blood on the knife and places it on the tip of her tongue. Possessing the strength of a hurricane she lifts him and places his carcass into the fire.


No attempt at rescuing her clothes, she struts out of the cave. Knife in hand.

The End