The Dark Goddess - 5

    My ankle's broken. Hurts like hell and I don't care. I need to get out of these clothes and wash that goddamn bellboy off me. I need a car, a smoke and a cup of coffee. 

    First, the clothes. This one's easy. All I gotta do is find the nearest bar, find a guy who has my fashion sense, and challenge him at pool, for whatever I think he really loves. It always ends the same. He loses, refuses to pay, I get delightful, he gets rude, and challenges me to a fight. Which he also loses, once I drag him outside and bat him around a little. Eventually I'll get bored, tell the guy, 'Look, I can't take your precious whatever, I can tell it means a lot to you, blah blah blah. But, I'll tell you what: you got a nice lookin' jacket there, whaddya say I take that instead?' Works every time. I'll even leave the guy's wallet and keys, most of the time. I'm not an asshole. 

    Finding a car's not so hard either, just gotta be careful. No flash, no bright colours, no new models. Find a rusty-ass car nobody gives a damn about, boost it, and ditch it. And again, I always leave the keys in it, and park it properly somewhere. I'm not an asshole.

    A quick stop for gas, and I'm out of Tucker's Cross, headed toward the Interstate. Whoever owns this car has better taste in music than he does in car alarms. 

    Sun's going to set in a couple of hours, which means She will awaken, and I will hear her blood call me home. 

Yes, Goddess. I am coming. Anything for you.

My life for you.

----

© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.