jonasmott

Jonas Mott sat at the perpetually sticky counter at Denny's at 3:00 AM on a Saturday. He was alone. "T-minus three days to Valentine's Day." he thought with a sigh. "Fucking Hallmark." Jonas had been single since his last debacle of a relationship, which he had been forced to put an end to about a year before."Maybe my standards are too high."
He glanced down at the plate of greasy, half eaten food he had ordered for some ungodly reason. He hadn't even been hungry when he got there. The very air of this place stifled him (New Hampshire, not Denny's.) It was as if his soul was wearing a tee shirt three sizes too small. The waitress, a nondescript thirty something type, topped off his coffee for perhaps the tenth time in an hour. "Thank you." he said with a smile. He sipped at the coffee, which was surprisingly good, and once again became immersed in self-pity.
Jonas' wallowing was interrupted when he sensed the door opening behind him. He half turned to see a petite brunette with large, luminous dark eyes and close cropped hair enter. He hadn't realized he was staring until her gaze met his own, and the smile she flashed him promised mischief. If he only knew. She strolled over and plopped herself down on the seat next to him, and he noticed two things. First, she was wearing a Morphine T-shirt, and second, the smell of clove cigarettes clung to her like babe to teat.
"Hi," she said simply.
"Hi." he replied,"I'm Jonas. Great shirt." He silently prayed that he didn't have any food stuck in his stubble.
"I'm Maddy. Thanks. I got it at a show years ago. All alone on a Friday night, huh?" The question caught him off guard.
"Yeah..." he stammered, "But if I hadn't been, would you have sat next to me? I don't see your valentine around."
"Touche. But the night is still young..." she replied with a playful wink.
"Indeed it is."
Jonas was trying to think of something witty to say when they were mercifully interrupted by the waitress. She asked Jonas if he wanted anything else, and he said he did not. "I'll get your check then." It always irritated him when people called it a check, it wasn't like he was getting payed, and it seemed odd that she had totally ignored his new friend.
"That's fucked up." he said to Maddy.
"What is?" she asked.
"She didn't even acknowledge you."
"That's okay. I'm not hungry anyway. Do you wanna go somewhere ?" Eyelashes were batted.
"That sounds like an excellent idea.", Jonas replied. He took a quick mental survey of his apartment and decided that it was fairly clean, and he did have condoms, but the fridge was empty."Two out of three ain't bad." he thought.
"My place isn't far from here. I have a joint in my car if you wanna get a little stoney..." Jonas said.
"It's settled then. Let's make like a superball and bounce." It was exactly the kind of cheesy expression that he would use, and he marveled at how quickly his fortune had changed. Had he really just picked up this incredible chica at Denny's? Was he in Bizarro World?
A few minutes later they were back at his small apartment. As soon as the door was shut she turned to him with that impish grin and said,"You know, I think I am hungry after all..." and she began to kiss him deeply. Her lips were thick and soft, and a sort of tingling numbness began to spread through his face. As he wrapped his arms around her, her hands began to explore his chest under his shirt and they too left tingling trails on his flesh." I must be too high." he thought.
They grope-stumbled their way to the bedroom, and he noticed that his legs were becoming heavier with each step. He was vaguely aware that the clove smell had intensified and was now more sulfurous. Clothing was quickly shed and it now seemed that wherever their skin touched he was losing all sensation.
God Damn It is she sexy he thought, not even noticing as her fingernails elongated into black claws. Her moans became a soft, sinister chuckling, and his expression of blissful puzzlement quickly changed to terror. A casual flick of her filthy black talon split his belly open. He watched in sleepy helplessness as she began to devour his entrails with fiendish glee.
Suddenly agony washed over him and though she feasted on his flesh, he realized that only his soul would truly satisfy her. How to describe it? It was as if his life force was a lump of silly putty being pulled through a searing hot crazy straw. The last thing he heard as his consciousness fled were the softly sung words of one to his favorite Morphine songs "Free love... Don't bank on it, Don't bank on it, Don't Bank on it Baby... Free Love."