My Dark Gift

My Dark Gift

Alone, standing in a darkened doorway in a city whose name escapes him, a man is leaning against the wall. His coat pulled up close around his neck trying to ward off the elements, oblivious to everything but his own thoughts, as cars with their passengers pass by on journeys of their own as the rain is pouring down all around him.
The night hides his true intentions, that of a man unsure of his nature. Still he stands unmoving; people go by unaware or just uncaring of his presence, as no one approaches.
Slowly the rain eases its torrent as this man for the first time in half an hour moves, he raises his head slightly as he stands erect, his muscles tighten as an animal’s would just before an attack. His nostrils flare as he catches a scent on the air, ever so faint but still there, he recognizes it; perfume. Eyes as black as coal, dart back and forth cutting through the darkness, he is searching for someone or something, his head unmoving.
Suddenly finding the object of his search, his eyes stop. Turning his head slightly and looking across the street toward another doorway, dimly lit and casting long shadows, stands a single figure. It is that of a woman, tall, thin and very provocatively dressed.
As his eyes focus on her, they cut through the darkness as he sees that she is wearing a short skirt that lies high above her thighs, with a split high up one side. She has on dark fishnet hose that go from under her skirt down to a pair of high heel stilettos. Her top is revealing as her pale breasts are pushed together and are barely covered, she is dressed to sell her body. Any man seeing her would be hard pressed to not take a second glance at her captivating body. She has short, dark hair that outlines her face, making her very attractive looking as well.
She’s trying to stay dry but knows that before the night is over she will be wet and exhausted. Waiting here for the rain to stop, she is hoping for a date, someone that will pay for her services. She prides herself on not being cheap, like a lot of other girls, at what she does.
She is a true professional in her line of work, no attachments or emotions, just the way she likes it. Looking around she sees a man standing across the street; suddenly a chill runs down her spine. She shakes it off, thinking it’s the cold damp air. Believing this man to be a drunk or a bum for the simple reason, he’s just standing there.
Lighting a cigarette she takes a long draw, feeling the smoke in her lungs, hoping to warm herself slightly. Glancing back in his direction she is surprised to see he has moved to this side of the street.
Noticing the rain had stopped she sees that fog has begun to creep up all around in its place. She also sees that he has slowly started making his way toward her, she begins to feel nervous. Pulling one final drag on her cigarette she dropped it to the ground, crushing it with the toe of her high heel stiletto. Exhaling the smoke and looking back up, she finds he is there in the doorway with her, as a shudder hits her, she takes a step back.
Looking up at him she finds that he is a very tall man, his eyes are blacker than anything she has ever seen.