Legion of Dionysus

Chapter 2

Posted 7/16/21

4687 words

[Earlier that night]

I bend down and peer into the recesses of the fridge hoping something will satisfy my hunger. Granted I honestly knew before I even made the effort to scan at the meager contents inside that there would be nothing in there that could make me feel completely satiated. Sure, half of the fridge was filled with chocolate, and it was able to curb some of the cravings for a short time. But, I had been trying to live on it for far too long now. Crap, when was the last time I went out to stem off this hunger? When I couldn't remotely answer my own question because I couldn't think back that far; I knew that it was time to bite the bullet, put my big girl panties on, and head to the nearest dance club, Contagion.

I pulled out my gear. The all black outfit that covered me pretty much from neck to toe so that I wouldn't accidentally touch someone. Hi, my name is Everleigh. I'm a Scorpio, and have a crazy obsession with chocolate. By the way, I can unintentionally make you sick if you touch me. And sex? Yeah, Shakespeare might have called a sexual orgasm the 'little death.' Not with me. Big Death. Both words capitalized because I am not shitting you. I really, truly mean it!

I look at myself in the mirror and will away the reflection I am currently wearing. I sigh. There is only one time of day I usually let myself see my true reflection. That's when I first wake up in the morning, and that's only because I don't seem able to keep the visage I choose for myself on while I sleep. But, moments like this, where I need to collect my thoughts together and get my head on straight before I risk a slew of people's lives. Yeah. I take the time to face the monster in the mirror. Remind myself that is what I am, and now what I always will be.

Now to decide on a look. Hm. I'm feeling blonde tonight. I mentally pan through a wide array of different blonde hues before I settle on a honey golden blonde. It makes me feel innocent and pretty which is why I decide to go for a femme fatale look as a sort of counterbalance. Seductive to look at, but dangerous to touch. I choose wide vibrant green eyes that remind me of the sun touched rays on a tree leaf. Plump full lips in a mauve shaded hue. Gotta love never having to wear makeup. Think of all the money I saved not having to purchase cosmetics just so I could look pretty! I chuckle at my own thoughts. I add a mole, or rather a beauty mark, just above the left corner of my upper lip. Despite the way my outfit would somewhat conceal my shape, I decided to go for a full pinup look; giving myself a curvaceous silhouette.

Not long after I am waiting in line at Contagion. I had found the club not long after moving into my apartment. The fact that its name was a synonym for illness called out to me. A monster like me could cause symptoms to arise as if the victim were ill after all. It seemed some kind of ironic, cosmic poetry that I chose to use this club as my hunting grounds.

I'm in the line for a while and briefly consider seducing my way in. But that could be dangerous if someone unintentionally got too close. So instead I decide to sample on those waiting in line, an appetizer or two while I wait. Some pairings immediately find themselves seeking salacious methods to keep each other warm. Or perhaps that is one of my abilities that I haven't defined yet; being able to provoke others to act on their lustful thoughts that are nearly always brimming under the surface.