Oh, The Blood!

I first saw her through a cloud of smoke and perfume. I remember her singing like a mermaid through speakers. On stage the lights painted her pale skin red and blue, her voice thin like a river flowing through shredded guitars. Everybody was in absolute awe of her. She danced almost naked, torn cloth and nylon.

My friend Ana knew her from a couple of nights back, they met on a coke run. Ana always had quality powder to sell so they apparently clicked and became close. Now we were backstage waiting on a room full of leather clad rockers and wet groupies. Jack Daniels and pills on trays. Tits and cunts out shouting, and she was nowhere to be seen.

I waited on a blue velvet sofa. Even though the girls in the room were burning hot, lonely and horny, I could not help but center my obsession on the mysterious singer. So I waited, smoking.

When she entered the room everybody looked at her. Pale as she was, she walked across caressing the backs of girls as she passed. Two red snakes swam down her right arm in a delicate tattoo. The tongues and fangs of the vipers ran down to the tip of her index and middle fingers, as if ready to bite whatever she touched.

She looked at me through her black hair. I must have seemed helpless. She came on and said in a soft voice "You are Ana's friend. She says you are a writer." I said nothing as my mind examined her. "Where is she? I have a surprise for her."
I just pointed into Ana's direction, who was already being licked by a bearded roadie. "You are quiet. I like that. Come." she said to me condescendingly.
She took me by the hand and it would have been futile to resist, her grace had a commanding execution. It was like getting caught on a swift current that will never let you go until it spits you drowned.

She smelled like the forest. Like wild dreams. As I walked behind her, the lines of her back pointed me towards madness.

The three of us entered a smaller room. Every inch of the wall was covered in pornographic cuttings. Magazine clippings and cuttings of every coital ritual known to man decorated the walls of her dressing room. An old mirror stood as witness of the depravity among guitars and amps cramped around. As we entered, Ana started kissing her on impulse. I loved the scene.

She opened her gray eyes as she bit Ana's lips. Ana moaned almost orgasmic. I felt as if she wanted me to participate, but I stood there like a statue. She smiled incredulously and said in a sigh towards Ana, "Let me show you, darling".
She walked across the small room and took a black book out of the dressing table. The book seemed very old and with yellowish pages, it looked like some kind of old bible. When she opened it, she revealed it to be hollow. A space have been carved into the pages. She took out a little silver vial out of the heart of the book.

"What is that, Camila?", Ana's voice was as childish as ever.

"This, my little child, is life…", She moved towards me, slithering like a lethal snake. She extended the serpents of her arms towards me, holding the silver vial, offering it to me. "This is life and death" she concluded while staring deep into my eyes with her gray gaze.
"Get the needle from by case, darling." She commanded and Ana obeyed instantly, opening a guitar case. The syringe she pulled out was immense, the needle way longer than her fingers, tall as a sword.
"Your friend doesn't talk much" said Camila with a hint of satisfaction. I could see she enjoyed my silence.
"He just fancies you. He acts stupid with girls he likes" Ana knew me a little too well and she was always unmerciful,"Maybe he'll write a poem about you" she teased.

Camila smiled and took the syringe between her fingers. She plugged it into the vial and made the penetration look almost sexual. She stared at me the whole time, while she filled the syringe with a red bright liquid.

"The life is the blood", she said with the syringe red, high and full. She squirted a little liquid out of the tip of the needle into her tongue. She looked like a beautiful, dangerous beast.

"You are a goddess" I finally said in a mixture of adoration and lust, but Ana was quick to change subjects.

"Wow, and you say this is the best high there is?" Ana'a voice childish and anxious.

"Yes, love. The best there is" she kept looking deep into my eyes. Then she pointed her crimson nail at me and said "Come, you should try it first".

I could tell Ana was jealous. I felt her eyes cold on me as I approached Camila without doubt.

"A goddess, you say? Funny" she said and she struck me in the chest like a thunderbolt. She stabbed the needle in my heart with a precise and sudden blow. I felt enormous pressure on my chest, but when she deployed the blood inside the syringe, I felt the universe collapsed on a single moment. Then all was black pleasure. The pleasure of birth and of murder. I lost all reality in an absolute bliss as I fell into the gray abyss of her eyes.

My consciousness hung from a thread as I laid on the floor among electric guitars. I thought of asking a million questions but no word came out of me.
I remember seeing Ana rolling her sleeves and the sight of Camila penetrating her vein with the shiny needle full of blood, it was both sexual and decadent. Ana started experiencing the spiritual ecstasy too, I could see it in her eyes. Never had I experienced such bliss as that night in the sticky floor of Camila's dressing room.
An animal urge possessed us. I remember watching from the back of my mind as my body acted on sole feral instinct.
The three of us were enthralled by a storm of sexual enlightenment. We fucked for ages, like pagan gods. I remember the three of us being one. I remember drinking her sweat, I remember Camila biting my chest and tasting my blood. The pleasure was unmeasurable.
Licking, smelling and moaning, hours must have past in our primitive ritual, maybe days. Until a cascade of climaxes faded me into a deep sleep.

When I woke up I was alone on the blue velvet couch. No sign of Camila or Ana. Thin brownish lines of dried blood ran down from my chest as a reminder.

I felt renovated and full of energy, as if some cathartic renewal had taken place.

I looked for the girls as I got dressed but they were nowhere to be found.

I went home with my mind full of blissful memories.