Kaden Lore :: D2 :: done

k a d e n lore.

The smile that slips onto my porcelain lips as I stare down at the guy who was still curled up in the mass of sheets is a smile that reaches my eyes. With one small hand I reach down to stroke the man’s check, my fingers as soft as a feather. A shiver runs through me as the tips of my fingers graze the rough stubble of this chin. I didn’t remember his name, I never do, but did that matter? Finally I pull away from the boy, my hands no longer exploring skin that I have already explored, but seeking the soft knitted material of my shirt. After a few moments my fingers have found the long lost item and were tugging it over my head, my long dark hair getting caught on the tag. Sighing I tug on the material a little harder, until my hair is realised, and my head pops through the small whole that had been constructed for it. A moment later I am pushing my legs into some stylish jeans, ones that hugged my legs tightly. Finally I am fully dressed, and pulling my handbag of the clothes littered floor. The room was a mess, clothes strewn everywhere- rubbish on the floor beside the bin, and wrappers from various objects scatter all over the place. I try not to grimace at the untidiness of the room. I was a clean freak by nature and when I came to places like these, well I found it rather difficult to do what I had to do.

I take one more lingering glance at the man, my eyes travelling over his well moulded body. I scored a good one last night, I think with a lopsided grin. But I don’t move towards the exist- no, it was too early. Reaching into my hand bag I pull out a small zip lock bag which was filled with nothing but fresh air- for now. Taking one last look at the man I reach into the jeans of his pants, pulling out his rather bulky wallet. I stare at it for a moment, my eyes alight with mischief. It was bigger than most the wallets I have come across… I think, before ripping it open. My hands dive into the open wallet- like seagulls diving for food. It only takes me a moment to empty the wallet of it cash, before I toss it over my shoulder with a shrug. But the money that was now clasped tightly in my iron grip was not what the zip lock bag was for no, that bag was for something much more special. Hastily I shove the cash into the cup of my bra, my eyes searching the room for something, something that sticks out, that would remind me of the guy who now rolled over lazily under his sheets.

It was like a tradition of mine in a way- or an obsession, I guess it just depends on the way you see it. But that not the point, the point is that I never leave the house of those that I have, uh, spent the night with without taking something of theirs, beside the cash that is I laugh to myself. I usually stole something that I liked, something that I thought was pretty, or I took something that looked like in was invaluable to the recipient, something that looked priceless. Today I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted, but I knew that there was no way on this side of the earth that I was leaving without something. My eyes searched the room once again, one fluent sweeping motion… but I came across nothing, nothing that shone out like a beacon. Well nothing apart from the man’s pretty little eyes. I had liked them a lot last night- they were the majority of the reason why I was here today, in the conundrum that I found myself in now.

Titling my head to the side a touch I study the boy. He was handsome, most definitely, someone that was fit and lean and athletic, I was quite proud of myself actually. And I really did love those pretty little gems that were now concealed by the skin of his eye lids. Slowly I advance on the bed, my hand fumbling around for a pair of scissors that are hidden in my endless pit of a handbag. Finally they find I find the item I am looking for and pull it out with what seems like ease. Then I am standing beside the bed, my eye looking down at the man who looked so innocent, so sweet in his sleep. I smile, my hand once again reaching down to stroke his fetching features. It really was a pity that in a few moments his face wouldn’t look as attractive has it should have been. But it wasn’t my fault- not really. He had decided that he wanted me, he had been the one to invite me here, to invite me to his place… They always invited me. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, my fingers, eagerly- but gently- lifted the skin of his eye lids to reveal the pale blue iris’s that were hidden beneath. I smile, my fingers moving nimbly as I slipped the scissors- none to gently- behind the eye, as best as I could. The boy began to struggle, but I just shush him softly, whispering to him that everything was okay, that it was all just a dream. He seemed to agree with me at first, slipping away once again into a deep slumber… but after a few more moments of me poking around he began to gain consciousness- but it was too late, far too late.

Another moment passes and the eye that used to belong to the boy- no longer does. It was mine now. Blood began to drip from the empty socket as I place the eye gently into my snap lock back before tucking it away into my hand bag. A scream slips past the boy’s lips, nut I move to cover his mouth, smouldering the shriek into nothing but whimpers. I smile down at the boy, my eyes focused on the one remaining pale orb. “Hey, at least you still have one of them, right?” I smile, before leaning down and planting a round kiss on his check. “Oh and by the way, last night- I had an amazing time. You truly are a special guy.” I finish removing the clamp from his mouth. Standing up I wipe my hand clean of blood from one of the abandoned shirts on the ground, then without another word I bounce from the room, the boys whimpers in my wake.

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“Kaden? Kaden is that you?” The worried sound of my sister’s voice slithers through the air. She was always worried about me, worried that I had been kidnapped, or rapped or something as equally disturbing. “Yeah, it’s me.” I say politely, a small smile slipping onto my lips as I wander into the living room where she sat a book open on her lap. My smile grew, Max and her books. If Max wasn’t reading a book then she was out training, training to be that career that we were expected to be coming from the district we do. But you can tell- even by just looking at her- that training was not the place where she longed to be. She longed to be here on the couch reading her books. She would read until her eyes hurt, that how much she loved it. Me on the other hand, hated books, I hated reading: the words that always seemed to become jumbled and out of place. You see you might see the word ‘love’ and I would see a jumble of words such as ‘olve’. I didn’t know why it happened, and I was too scared to mention it to anyone in the family- I didn’t want to disappoint them, after all us careers had to be the best we can be. Sighing I brushed the thought away, before mumbling to Max that I was going to head up to my room.

My room, let’s say, wasn’t exactly what you would expect. Everything was in perfect condition, tucked away neatly (I hated mess), but that’s not exactly what I am talking about, it is more the fact that one of the walls that construct the room that I slept in, is made of shelves, shelves that hold a variety of items, so many of them! But even though there was countless amounts of items stored away on the shelves, there was still much space left- more than half of the room available was clean, waiting for their turn to hold a precious item. Tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind me ear, my beautiful steady blue gaze staring adoringly over the precious gifts. Each one of them symbolised one man, and one man only- it was extremely rare for me to sleep with the same man twice- but sometimes it does happen and at those times I just take the cash. But that’s beside the point at the moment. Reaching into my handbag I retrieve the small plastic bag that held my prize. I take a moment to gaze proudly at the light blue orb- this one was a real treat. Smiling I move over to an empty spot on the shelf, my fingers shaking slightly as I remove the eye from the bag and placed it carefully on the wooden shelf.

I take a step back, and there is only word to describe the perfection of my prize: unforgettable.