Chapter 5 Hero

• Kira I've gone out for drinks with my four friends. I’m wearing a very short, black and tight dress, I didn't even bothered to put on abra. Under the dress I wear a red thong. I also wear hyper high redheels. I haven't fucked someone in weeks. Withdrawal is taking its toll on me. My libido is out of control, so much so that I'm hallucinating with Patrick Amíntoros.
• Yes, I remeber his name alright. I've officially joined his fan club, of which I'm president, prominent activist and sole member. I thought I saw him, while crossing the street, when leaving the bakery and coming home late after watching a movie with the girls a few days ago.
• But no. He really wasn't there, I'm just so horny that I imagined him.
• We took the ferry and we've come partying to the island of Mykonos. We've sneaked into an exclusive disco, thanks to the fact that Andrea, the owner of the beauty
• salon where I also work, is this place owner's cousin and we've been dancing the whole night.
• In the morning I’ll have killer blisters on my poor feet, but tonight I’m looking sexy and divine and some hot man is going to buy me a drink and then he'll fuck me quickly against the wash in the bathroom, in this very place.
• Oh yeah! I'm in need of a wild ride to see if my hormones' brutal lack of control calms down.
• Walking over to the bar, I order a cocktail, fiddling for a moment with the toothpick which holds an olive, licking it seductively and then placing it in my mouth. I roll my
• eyes, smiling with satisfaction, noticing I've caught the attention of a couple of interesting guys.
• One of them comes over and we chat for a few minutes, he quickly disappoints me because he smokes and has bad breath. I don't like men who smoke, I find the smell disgusting. It stincks the clothes and turns teeth yellow. It sucks.
• With a couple of soft words and a few light caresses I explain to the guy that I'm not interested. He glares at me but buys me another cocktail before leaving. I drink
• from my glass, taking small sips, while snorting in exasperation. It seems like I'll have to settle for my hand tonight.
• Walking away from the bar, I sit on the sofas where we've left our belongings. I take my cell phone out my bag, considering calling Marco. He's one of my fuck buddies and happens to live right here in Mykonos, but that idea depresses me. With Marco I already know what to expect and tonight I'd like something new, someone new.
• My head starts spining. I don't feel well, suddenly. I squeeze my eyes, the flash of colorful lights irritate my
• sight. I stand up, looking for my friends to tell them I'm not feeling well when I notice Mister Disgusting Breath approaching me with a hungry wolf’s expresion.
• Shit!
• Patrick
• I am not a stalker. I'm just a vampire with a lot of free time and when I say a lot, it's a lot. Whole days and nights doing absolutely nothing.
• But lately, I'm entertaining myself by spying on the promiscuous girl in town.
• I don't know how she gained her reputation though, I've followed her for several days and I haven't seen anything that deserves such ill opinion from the town gossipmorgers. Does she dresses provocatively? Yes. Does she show an outrageous amount of skin? Yes. Does she wear to much makeup and red lipsticks? Well, yes.
• But she doesn't sleep with all the married men in town, many men look at her as a hungry bear would a honeycomb, but there it stops.
• And by the gods what a honeycomb! The girl has a pair of legs that never seem to end. Small, apple- sized round breasts, wide hips that sway with her walk, a pair of heart-stopping buttocks, in short she has the ideal body of a courtesan. (Not to say... ahem, a slut). She knows she's hot and isn’t ashamed of flouting it.
• She's also pretty. Her face is thin, with pronounced cheekbones,
• thin lips, her eyes are fiery gold, her hair is brown with reddish overtones and she has a mole just above the upper left corner of her mouth.
• Why do I know? Well, because I've spent the last few days observing her while she sleeps. She has very disturbing dreams because she spends whole nights tumbling, turning and complaining.
• Tonight I followed her and four of her friends to this disco. They've been dancing like crazy all night, and just a minute ago I saw her flirt with a guy who frankly stinks.
• My senses warn me that man is dangerous. Humans give off that characteristic rotten smell when they are extremely evil, I watch them closely and of course, the man has dropped a pill into the cocktail he's bought her.
• I grunt and grind my teeth. It's obvious the girl came dressed with the intention of attracting some guy's attention, but looks like she's messed with the wrong one.He's walked back to were she's sitting. He holds her by the waist, covering her mouth with his other hand. I don't see her struggling too much, I suspect the drug is already working.
• A crossroads opens before me
• Should I rescue the... sensous wench or let that guy do what he wants with her. Hmmm.
• Kira
• I'm unwell. This isn't normal. I can't be drunk after having two innocent cocktails.
• I try to separate myself from Mr. Stench, but my strength isn't enough. One of his claws clings to my hip and the other, cold and sweaty, covers my mouth. I screech against his palm but to no avail. The music is too loud, people are too drunk, my friends are too far away,
• nobody cares that a stranger is dragging me into the dark hallway that leads to the restrooms. All this is ironic, really .That
• is where I planned to go with the guy who would serve as my firefighter tonight.
• The guy slams me into a wall and shoves his disgusting tongue down my throat. I think about shaking him off, I try to kick him, I try to push him but my body doesn't react.
• Theos, no ! It's one thing being a woman of liberated ideas, who enjoys sex to the fullest, who doesn't seek serious relationships and who enjoys adventurous one night stands and quite another is to be a victim of rape!
• The Stinking Lord pulls away a bit, shoving one of his slimy tentacles between my legs. My stomach churns and I vomit on him. Twice.
• Damn bitch! - He yells, slapping me. I end up falling flat on my face.
• Before I lose consciousness, I imagine that Patrick has appeared and kicked my attacker off me.