Sacrificed Dreams
by Dan Bonser

	Her finger traces over the bat symbol on her beer bottle.  The citrus taste in her mouth tickles her tongue as she looks through the clear bottle.  It still amazed her how easy it was to loose the world in one of these....  Especially in a place like this.
	Her green eyes scan around the small bar slash club.  These kind of places are oh so easy to find in this part of Germany.  As she scans the faces of the crowd, she looks upon the bare faces of all the ‘normal’ people of the land.  Those who aren’t there to hide from the world, those who didn’t just walk in from a concert down the street, where the crowd was so crazy.
	She had never seen a concert quite like that, but then, it was her first concert in Europe, she had heard that those kind of things were a little different over here.  People actually wore gauntlets, among other assortment of armor....  Another swig of the bottle she is drinking from, and another drag on the cigarette, followed by a another careless glance around.
	Her face almost exuded her discomfort in her makeup, pasty skin, black lips, piercings everywhere.  It’s never been any wonder people called her a Goth by home.  It almost looked out of place on her Asian face....  As she exhaled smoke, she felt even more distance from the crowd.  As the smoke cleared from in front of her face, she spotted someone completely out of place, more out of place than even her.
	Her mind pauses for a minute.  The taste of the citrus beer on her lips makes her gulp some of the substance down.  She then turns to sit the empty bottle on the bar, and grind the butt into the ash tray.  “What the hell, the only person I know in all of this continent is so fucked up on drugs he thinks his three male friends are all me, and they all think that their cocks will fit perfectly in the three holes I have large enough for them.  I might as well call it a day....”
	She slides off the bar stole, and lands oddly on her boots.  She starts to walk towards the man whom she had just seen, without stopping to take a moment to smooth her ruffled tight baby doll shirt, or adjust the pants that are way too large on her hips, that hang down enough for her black panties to show quite well.  Even her dredded hair is left untouched, no matter how many people hate her hair, she wears it as a badge.
	The man she steps through the crowd towards seems to not notice her at all.  He’s obviously not European, probably American, by the way he holds himself.  His manor of dress shows that he has done his homework, but his face is far too upper class, far to pretty for this place.  His clothes look exactly like an upper class version of four or five suits in this place.
	As she more or less expected, he stopped at the edge of the dance floor.  She, herself, has never gotten into the current music playing in the club.  The beat is catchy, one of the reasons she wanted to come by Germany was to hear what all the Americans would be listening to in a few months.  His gaze passes to each person on the dance floor.  She thanked her past experiences, for once, for teaching her how to sneak up on friends in any type of club.
	It has always been quite amazing how a hand full of words can change one’s life.  Especially when you walk up behind a taller man, press one’s thin body against his back, feeling the tightness of his behind, making sure he feels the firmness of your breasts in his back, tip toe up to his ear, your breath barely disturbing his longish hair as you whisper them....
	“I know what you are....”
	His body tensed, and he actually took a breath.  Not every day, she’s sure, that you can catch one of his kind off guard.  He has to be one....  He turns slowly, and his eyes more or less confirm her suspicions....  Deep, penetrating, filled with a soul that, at first seems so compassionate and caring, yet turning oh so evil and dangerous as they roam down her body....
	As his eyes return to her eyes, she smiles in greeting.  She was a tall girl, especially for her Asian background, but he was a tall man.  If she were to think about it, she would be very surprised she reached his ear to whisper in, as he looks down, with those eyes.  His pretty face become unbelievably gorgeous as his lips crack into a smile, which then becomes a smirk, a very becoming smirk.  His voice is barely heard above the music, “You’re a little out of place here, aren’t you?”
	Her own smile becomes a grin and replies, “How did you know I’d speak English?”
	He doesn’t seem to be phased by her slightly odd, unplaceable accent.  He makes a motion to sit down, and she nods her head, then leads him to the door.  She wonders slightly to herself what is going through his head as she takes him outside.  Nothing like being in control of situation.  Or keeping him guessing.  The air outside the club smelled clean, especially after the smell of cheap American cigarettes, that are sold way to expensively in this country.  And as she remembered, there were some wooden benches on the outside of the building.
	The early morning air seems to work it’s way down the small empty street.  When the sun rose it would be well traveled, in this suburb outside the city.  She slides a cigarette out of the pack in her pocket as she sits on the wooden bench closest to the door.  He runs his fingers through his hair as he sits.  He reclines back and says, “Those are odd smelling.”
	She smirks slightly as she lights it, not noticing him admiring the way the light from the flame lights her face.  Her reply is full of a smokey exhale, “Ginseng cigarettes, they are kinda a big thing where I’m originally from.”
	“Judging from your soul, you’ve been away from what you call home for a long time.  You seem to have picked up a few accents also.”
	She gives him a nice smile back, “And your accent isn’t what I expected.”
	His laugh is genuine, probably the first genuine laugh he’s had in a long while, longer than he can remember at least.  “Yes, because you ‘know what I am.’”
	His smirk, for some reason, isn’t condescending at all.  Her reply is though.  “You are definitely American, you American’s always talk down to everyone.”
	“That wasn’t talking down, I’m sorry.  When people find out ‘what’ I am, they normally scream and run away.”
	“Well, your not exactly going to bite me here, besides, its been awhile since you’ve played the game with someone whom you can talk to.”
	He hides his shock well, not well enough, but definitely well.  “Doesn’t matter, then end will be the same,” then in a whisper as he lays his head back, “It always ends the same....”
	As she breathes her smoke, letting it soothe her and invigorate her, she thinks.  He breaks her silence, “It doesn’t work this way, just so you know.  I can’t make another for a long time.”
	A smile appears on her face, to accompany the distant look.  “That’s a good thing, I don’t want the headache of all those years.  Tonight is such a beautiful night...never thought my last one would be spent in Germany....”
	His eyes open and he looks up at the sky, as if he’s watching something that seems foreign to him.  After a small time he speaks, “You don’t have to end tonight....  Find me someone else for tonight....  You are correct, I’ve been needing someone to talk to....”
	“Is your place back towards the city?”
	His nod conveys his thoughts, far away, and very sad.  She had always thought that’s how a real one would be, never being able to know their victims, always surrounded by cattle....  She stands and takes his hand, pulling him to his feet.  As they start to walk towards her boyfriend’s car, she doesn’t let go of his hand.
	As they climb in he smiles, “You know, I tried driving one of these once, I can’t get the hang of shifting with the left hand, and driving on the wrong side of the road.”
	Her giggle sets him more at ease.  As she starts the car she replies, “I’ve driven on all sides of the road in my travels, its easy to get mixed up....”
	He smiles and settles back into his seat as the car starts moving.  She then says, “So....  How does the game go?  Do we swap names now?”
	Without changing his expression of relaxation he says, “No, that’s not how the game goes.  We’ve left the game long behind.”
	“Ah...so now it boils down to how long I can amuse you?”
	He suddenly moves....so fast she doesn’t even notice till his face is next to hers.  She jumps back and the car swerves.  He then leans back...”Sorry, I had to make sure you weren’t a ghost from the past....”
	She tries to control her breathing, luckily she wasn’t going very fast, and was able to control the car.  Her mind races for a moment, she has to concentrate not to ask the dumb questions.
	His deep soothing voice then relaxingly says, “My name is Ken....”
	“Mia.  My name is Mia.”
	“Why have you lost faith in life, Mia, that you’d throw it away on something like me?”
	Mia reaches up to her neck and pulls at the chain hanging from her neck.  Previously the end of it went under her tight fitting baby doll shirt.  On the end was a dog tag.  “Along time ago, my father fought in a war to help others find freedom, afterwards, he kind of lost faith in everything, and found himself in a province of his own country that was on another continent.  The last free bastion of Asia, he always used to say....”
	“Sounds like a man with a dream....”
	Mia scoffs and says, “After finally getting a whore knocked up with me, he decided to settle for a time.  He watched Hong Kong grow into a thriving city that became a world leader in everything, just about.  Then he died, some old war injury, he always said.  Turned out he had contracted AIDS, from all the gigolos he had fucked after he married mom.  Mom then committed suicide.”
	“Nothing like that kinda thing to make one jaded at the world.”
	Mia flashes Ken a dark look then says, “For a creature of the night who lives forever you sure are daft.”  Mia then sighs when all she gets is a smirk.  “So, there I was alone, and a teenager when the Chinese rolled in.”
	“Yikes.”
	“Yeah, yikes....  I fled the city.  My parents passing left me with a decent inheritance, so I traveled....”
	Ken nods slightly.  “Probably a prudent thing.”
	Mia continues, “In Australia I hooked up with a guy, and we fell in love.  That went well till I found a site on the internet that was selling videos of me fucking him in our bed....  In America I got drugged and raped by several people at the same time, some of that crowd was women...that night is still comes back to me in blurs.  In Canada my boyfriend was into blood so much he stabbed me.  I was rapped my first day in London.  In France I found my second love, who jumped off a building because his parent freaked out because I was Asian.”
	Ken sighs with closed eyes.  “And now you’re in Germany, trying to find the fatalists.”
	“Because I’ve become a fatalist....”
	“Hense the make up and the clothes and the attitude.”
	The car pulls up at an apartment complex.  She looks up at the building and whispers, “Attitudes....”  Then she looks at Ken, “I’ve been a victim all my life, Ken.  Everyone has always gone out of their way to make me feel inferior.  For once, for the last time I’m a victim, I wish it to be to a being that is actually greater than me.”
	The sadness in his eyes touches her, touches her deeply.  He walks with her to her soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s apartment.  A silent shadow, she doesn’t notice him masking his presence to the others in the apartment.  She walks through the living room and into the bedroom.  And then points to a corner.  The one man who is awake of the four watches as his friend, in the corner simply levitates and hovers out of the room.  Through his stupor he mumbles, “Hey Mia...you’re so fucking hot.”
	And with that Ken carries the man from the apartment like a sack of grain thrown over his shoulder.  Ken doesn’t even notice the weight, or even make a show that he could carry the man with one finger....
	As he lays the limp body into the back seat and shuts the door behind him he says, “He’s got poisons in him, I’ll not be able to drink from him for two days maybe....”
	“Can you drink from me without killing me, sustaining you till then?”  Ken’s somber nod confirms her guess.  “Then it’s settled then.”
	They both climb back into the car and he gives her an address.  The trip there is somber for both.  Ken is the first to speak.  “What is this man’s sin?”
	“He liked to get me drugged up, then have his friends fuck me.”
	Ken’s nods seem to keep getting more and more somber.  “You’ve been used for a lot of sex....”
	Mia cuts him off in mid sentence saying, “Yes I have, I enjoy fucking, not getting fucked.”
	As her voice heats, her breathing gets deeper, her anger starting to overflow, her breasts rising and falling as her lungs pull in air and force air back out.  The ride to the address he gave her wasn’t far.  A slummy side of town completely run down, graffiti everywhere Mia could see.  As they step out of the car, and Ken grabs the limp body, he notices her lock her door.  “Leave the keys in it, and the doors unlocked.  The locals will make sure neither of you will be tracked here.”
	Mia doesn’t even nod, she just does.  She walks away from the car without looking back, as she’s done with the rest of her life.  As they enter the completely run down apartment complex without a roof, she finally gets curious enough to ask questions, “Doesn’t look light proof.”
	Ken’s smirk speaks volumes as he walks to the back of the building, through two apartments.  He walks up to a mess of rubble and starts weaving his way through it all.  “This part of down was demolished during the second great war, and after they erected the Wall it was left alone, and they still haven’t gotten to it after they tore the Wall down.  And this is a bomb shelter,” finishes Ken, as he kneels down and moves aside a huge concrete block, revealing a metallic door with inches of dust on it.
	Mia goes in first, as Ken opens it.  The man gets sat down inside, with a grunt, and then Ken moves the block back into place and seals the door behind him.  Mia makes a step towards where she thinks Ken is, but Ken puts hand between her breasts to tell her no, and drags the man into the completely pitch black room.  Mia stands at the entrance completely alone, in the darkness.  Just as her nerves start to get to her, a candle blooms to life, and she sees her boyfriend looking around, tied to what has to be some Nazi instrument of torture.  Arms and legs prostrate on a board that looks to be completely possitionable.  Ken makes sure the man is strapped down well, then tosses his shirt onto the bed close to the table where her boyfriend is tied down, and facing.
	Mia crosses the distance quickly to Ken, grabs his arm, spins him, grabs the back of his head, and kisses him fiercely.  He pushes her back for second, long enough to say, “I can’t let you leave, and even though there’s no way you could get through that door with out me....You have to put this on.”
	Mia looks at the collar in his hand.  The leash is fastened to the bed, and looks long enough to roam freely throughout the decently spacious room, at least all the way to the kitchen section in the corner, and to the toilet beside that.  She reaches out, takes the collar from his hand and wraps it around her neck, Ken then reaches up and fastens the lock.  Her green eyes, which look so odd on Mia’s slanted eyes look up at him, like a domesticated pet.  Ken then leans down and kisses her lips just slightly.  Her hands come back up, and grab the back of his head and makes the kiss deep.  Her right hand then slips down and undoes his pants, which fall to the ground without any prompting.  Upon realizing he has no underwear of any kind on, the kiss stops, and she kneels in front of him, and wraps her lips and tongue around his cock.  Her long steady draws make Ken moan, he reaches down putting his hands on her ears, guiding her.
	Her eyes look up into his, she pulls her lips off of him and says, “I never thought I’d ever find anyone superior to me....  I never thought I’d be able to give myself freely to one like you.”  Ken pulls the baby doll shirt off of her.  She pulls her boots off, with some trouble, then stands and lets her pants fall to the floor.  She then looks up into his eyes...as if seeking...acceptance.
	Her beautiful body, standing in front of him, with nothing but panties almost makes him cry.  All his, he shoves her, and she falls onto the bed.  He crawls towards her on the bed, and simply rips the panties off of her.  He continues the crawl past her pubic hair, sniffing the scent that her skin radiates.  Her breathing making her chest rise and fall as he approaches her lips.  As his kiss finally reaches her, a long, passionate, deep kiss, his cock slides into her pussy.  Her fingers try to tear into his back, but his skin doesn’t break, his fingers pull on her dredded hair, as he kisses her neck, around the collar.  Her moans of pain and ecstacy mix as her sweat stains the sheets.  She bites her lip as she cums, the first time she’s even bite her lip during the act.
	Ken sits up in the bed and says, “Its dawn.”
	Mia pushes herself further up towards the pillows, her body spent, “Three hours?”
	Ken picks up her wrist and nods, “Seems that way.”
	Mia smiles at him as he kisses her wrist softly.  While kissing her wrist Ken whispers, “By the way....  Just because I’m higher up on the food chain, that doesn’t make me superior.”
	Mia doesn’t have time to reply as his teeth sink into her flesh.  Her look becomes loving as she feels her life’s blood ripped down her arm.  The room swirls and she almost feels feint when he stops.  He smiles into Mia’s tired eyes and says, “Sleep now, that will sustain me until you wake.”
	Mia falls asleep with a smile on her face.  Ken strokes her face lovingly as she sleeps, and somewhere while she sleeps that day, or that night, or the day that follows, her dreams take her to a place where magic exists, and noone is ever hurt, or feels pain....