Dark: A Horror Anthology by Steve Wands

Author:Steve Wands [Wands, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: werewolves, creepy, wierd, undead, zombies, scary, chupacabras, horror, living dead, monsters
Publisher: Steve Wands
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Sweat rolled in rivulets from his brow and armpits as Terry pummeled the five-piece drum kit. He was lost in it. Total focus. The beat was hypnotic, tribal and his head swayed, eyes closed, with the rhythm. His face screwed into the tightly pursed grimace of a man struggling with his own skill level.

Danielle allowed her eyes to linger on Terry's shirtless frame. He'd lost weight in the past two weeks and, even though she hated him not eating, she had to admit to herself that he looked good. Really good.

He hadn't heard her enter the control booth, hadn't looked up, hadn't even opened his eyes in the past fifteen minutes. She loved these stolen moments, seeing him creating, happy, "lost in it" was how he always described it to her, as if there were any accurate way to relay the sensation of creative bliss to the uninitiated.

Colored lights jumped on the equalizer, pulsing into the red with each rhythmic thump of the kick drum. Her hips moved unconsciously to the beat. It was a good, strong beat; dirty and primal. Terry leaned into it. His grimace twisted tighter, his eyes pinched as if the driving force had moved from pleasure to pain. Danielle's nipples grew erect inside her bra. Terry bit down hard on his lip as he continued to thunder away on the kit; the fury of the blows intensifying with each bar.

Danielle leaned into the corner of the mixing board, pressing her crotch against the padded vinyl corner of the console. The music was doing something to her, all right, and she was close to falling into a thrall when something clanged, followed closely by a tirade of profanity as Terry rose fast yanking the headphones off his ears.

"Fucking shit!" He exclaimed, kicking over the high hat. He stormed through the carpeted, sound-proof door and into the booth. "Fucking floor tom!"

"Jesus, Terry."

"What?"

“You're bleeding."

He looked down to his bare, sweaty chest that was suddenly quite covered in blood. Danielle moved to him, concerned. She touched his lower lip. He recoiled, suddenly aware of a burning sensation and a throbbing. "Must've bit my lip."

"I think you need stitches." She reached for the lip again. It was gushing. Terry pulled back. "Just hold still." She examined the wound closely. Terry's teeth had obviously met just inside the lip, leaving a half-inch slit of flapping flesh. The taste of blood and her flesh swirled together in Terry's mouth...He wanted her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close.

"Um...no. We need to get you to the hospital and get that lip taken care of."

"It can wait." He started at her jeans. She pulled back. "Come on, give me a little lovin'."

"No baby, we need to fix you up." She pulled back from him.

"If you're not going to help me then get the fuck out of the way. I have work to do." Terry snapped. He pushed her away from him little too hard. She fell back into the black leather sofa along the back wall.

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