Page 12 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Everything looks better in the light of the moon, even green.

XOXO – Roxy

Roxy strolled the dark streets checking for an open car. Lucky for her, one was wide open and the owner had left the keys in the ignition of a spanking new Dodge Challenger with black racing stripes that made it look like it was moving standing still.

“Idiots. You never leave the keys in the car in this part of town. Someone could steal your ride.” She giggled as she hopped in the driver’s seat. “Let’s see what this Hemi can do.”

After she slowly pulled out of the parking spot to not alarm the owners, she gave herself a few blocks before she gunned it and sped through the streets back to Acid, but not before a swing by his house for her plan B. She quickly retrieved the body left behind, wrapped it in one of the mansions’ old rugs, shoved it in the trunk, and got out of there as fast as she could.

“I hope you don’t start stinking back there. If you start to rot I’ll never get you reanimated.”

After the dirty deed of snatching a corpse, she headed back to her lover at the awaiting park.

When he saw her spinning donuts and throwing rocks, he was sure she had gone completely insane, but damn if this girl wasn’t a blast to be around. He’d never met anyone so carefree.

She spun to a stop, throwing open the car door inches from him. “Hop in, hot stuff.”

“What took you so damn long? Where did you get this ride?”

“It’s best you don’t ask questions in case you know the poor rich bastard I boosted it from. By the way, how fast do you think this baby will go?”

Once inside, he smiled over at her, ready to have a little fun. “No better time than now to find out. Gun it, princess!” He looked around… “What’s that smell?”

“Never mind that. Just hold on.”

As they sped through the streets skipping stop lights, he was having the time of his life, holding onto the oh-shit bar above the door for all his undead life. Over the blaring punk rock music vibrating from the speakers, he yelled, “Keep this up and I might just have to marry your fine ass!”

Glancing over at him for only a moment she smiled to herself. “I thought you didn’t do love.”

“I don’t, but you’re sure making me think twice about the idea.”

With a grin as bright as day, he stuck his head out the window howling at the moon above and Roxy soon joined in. Love or not, they were definitely wavering on the edge of romantic insanity together. It was only a matter of time before something had to give. The rowdy duo of misfits had to admit there was a spark lingering there they just hadn’t touched upon yet.

Once out of town, Roxy pulled off into a dirt path, hidden from cars that may pass by. When they rolled up onto a secluded swap area, she came to a stop, resting back into the seat, and stretched her limbs.

Acid’s eyes tilted to her, lounging against the headrest. “You really are one of a kind, princess. Even if you’re crazy ass tried to kidnap me, you’re fun.”

While looking out over the water where the moon glittered in the ripples, she sighed. “Everyone says that. Even my damn therapist tells me I’m crazy. Maybe I am, but I’d rather be crazy than be like any of them.”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’m sorry.” As she watched her lovely face under the light of the moon, his eyes fell on the charm he bought her, noticing scars on her wrist for the first time. “When did you do that?”

She glanced at him and then at the scar with a dismissive shrug. “I don’t remember much about it, but it was before my dad was arrested. He was the only person in my whole life who cared about me. I tried to commit suicide and one of my mom’s boyfriends found me. Ironic since he was part of the reason I decided to do it. I still don’t remember being in the hospital or anything.”

“He hurt you?”

“Yes. I was barely thirteen when it started. My mom had gotten custody after she divorced my real dad, and it was pure hell living with her. She was so drunk one night that she didn’t even know the man raped and beat me. When she woke up, he turned on her. Every damn asshole except my dad hurt us in some way or the other. I honestly don’t even remember what happened to that jerk. I just remember my dad’s voice telling me it would all be okay soon after it happened.”

His heart hurt for her, but had to ask, “What got you into this science?”

“I always had a fascination with life and death and how things worked. One weekend I was with my dad and the puppy he got me for my birthday was run over by a car. I loved the classic novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, and the next thing Dad knew was I was in the garage trying to bring the dog back to life. When the pooch started barking, Dad was convinced it was some Pet Cemetery type stuff and shot it.”

“Fuck. That must have been awful.”

Roxy laughed. “Yeah, it was, but probably for the best. The poor thing was squished in the center like a pancake, and you could still see tire marks.”

Acid couldn’t help but be a little mortified but still let out a morbid laugh. “Damn girl. Maybe you are crazy.”

When she started laughing with him, he did something completely unexpected. He grabbed her face, kissing her with the most mind-blowing kiss she’d ever felt.

“I love crazy, princess.”

She was almost rendered speechless as he lifted her over the console to straddle his lap and deepen the passionate kiss. “You don’t think I’m a freak?”

“Girl, look at me. I’m the king of the freaks. They might have said you were crazy, but I just think you’re special. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be pushing up daisies in a grave somewhere.”

“I guess you’re right,” she purred before kissing him back.

Lifting her from the car, Acid went to lay Roxy across the front hood. As she watched with seductive eyes, he pulled her pants and shoes free before kissing up her legs. “Damn, I do love crazy, baby.”

With those words, she closed her eyes letting him take control. After peppering kisses up her legs, he moved her thong to the side laying one tender kiss across her mound making her back arch to him.

“That’s it. I just want a taste.”

Slowly his tongue made work of her, sucking the tender bub between his lips and making her beg in lustful agony. When his monster tongue danced across her clit, she was sure he’d asked for a few extra alterations on the surgery table, because he was doing things that she’d only dreamed about.

“Fuck! Acid right there.”

“You like that?” he said as his fingers breached her opening and slowly worked in and out. “You love the way I make those legs shake, don’t you.”

“Please… more…”

Watching her wriggle beneath him was like heaven on Earth for the monster. As she begged for his touch he smiled to himself, pleased with the lustful gifts that would make her come undone.

The black hair and white stripe were laid out like a ghoulish dream that he’d wished for since his living days. She truly was his scream queen but in the naughtiest of ways. When he licked her clit in needing circles, her pleading voice echoed across the water, and he thought he’d cum before he ever got to slide into her warm wet core. Each moan was proof he owned her body like no man ever could, and if he had his way she would be his forever.

He denied he wanted her, and convinced himself that simply ravishing her body would be enough. Pulling his thick cock from his jeans, he slid into her dripping set slits, dipping the tip inside, knowing he was going against every rule humanity set upon him. As she tried to get more, he denied it.

“What’s wrong, princess? Am I not giving you what you need?”

“Please Acid. I need you inside me.”

“Will you howl for me under the harvest moon? Will you scream my name and let the stars know you’re mine?”

“Yes, yes. Anything,” she pleaded as he slowly slipped deeper.

In the distance, lightning struck from the oncoming storm, a haunting reminder he was a Frankenstein-like creation. Repeating strikes said maybe the Earth itself wanted to reclaim the dead, but he’d take her with him while she milked his cock all the way to the other side.

When he leaned in to rest his lips on her ear, he growled. “You think you own me, Roxy. I’m not one to be owned, even by the grave. I’m the one who takes control. I make my own destiny.” He thrust hard into her with each syllable claiming, “I. Own. This. Do you understand me?”

In defiance of being a slave to any man, she grabbed his face, digging her nails into his cheeks. Her teeth gritted when their eyes met. “No. You’re my creation. You’re mine.”

He just smirked as he thrust again and grabbed her neck in return, lacing his hand around it like a bondage collar. “Are you sure about that? The way your pussy is taking this big green cock with such ease, I’d say I own you.”

As she looked up at him, and he stilled inside her, she confessed. “Maybe it’s both.”

And with that, he felt his heart constrict. He was just testing her, playing a game. At least he told himself that. Was he hers? Did he let this temptress stake claim on his undead soul? Yes. He did and did it so willingly.

“You’re playing with fire, princess.”

“I like it hot, Acid. You should know that by now.”

Resting his forehead to hers, he let out a sigh. “You’re going to be my undoing.”

As he slowly made love to her, Roxy felt herself becoming closer to the moment than she expected. Yes, for years she had a fangirl crush, but this was different. She was developing real feelings for the undead and a part of her was so conflicted by it that she didn’t know how to react.

She honestly couldn’t complain. She had built her whole life around the macabre. Her life back home was a blinding reflection of that. Yet she felt safe in his arms, and if she had to let him go, she wasn’t sure she could.

It was then the mentally disturbed images in her mind started swirling in a colorful display. Neon pinks, greens, and visions of the world in chaos exploded through her mind, mixed with the coming storm she tried to focus on above.

“Mine,” she breathed.

Her body was riddled with ecstasy as the rain started to fall. Through the storm, he ravished her as only a monster as he could. When he finally collapsed over her from the mind-blowing orgasms they shared, he chuckled to himself. “Damn, woman. What are you doing to me?”

She said nothing as water drops fell on her flushed face. She knew what she wanted, but would he even offer a girl like her such commitments? She wanted everything. A family, a future, true love without pain and sorrow. She wanted everything he could give if only let her in. But could he even do that? He was the undead.

“Roxy… You’re crying.”

When she touched her cheek, she felt the wetness and wasn’t sure if it was tears or the rain. It was made clear when a faint whimper escaped her lips. She didn’t respond as he lifted her body and wrapped his arms around her. Taking her back inside the car, he rested the seat back and held her until she cried herself to sleep, wet and spent. How he knew she needed it at that moment he didn’t know, but she did.

She wondered if she was completely and utterly insane, but he didn’t seem to care. Maybe he was a little crazy too, and she wanted him all the more for it.

Truth was, he was just as conflicted. As he held her close, there was one thing that rang true; this was what he was made for. What he’d been seeking all along was in his arms and didn’t even know it until then.

Resting his head back on the seat, Acid took a slow breath, looking out into the storm raging on. He’d gone and done it. He fell in love. And when the lightning struck nearby, he knew the earth knew it, too.

She’d made him feel alive again.