The Dancer

****I had a problem with the lay out of this both in posting it on the blog and when writing it in word. Sorry =( Also story again for any spelling and grammar problems.****

The room was stuffy with the heat and the smiles of too many incense. Foreign symbols covered the walls, ceiling and floor. Not an inch of was left untouched. Draw in all shades of color and size. Many of them overlapping each other. The young woman dances around the small confines.

The music poor from the speakers like a drugs its self. One of many she was already on. The candle light dancing off the walls. Casting shadows here and there. Some seeming to take forms; others harmless. Everything seem to flow and move with the rhythms.

He just watched her. Her perfectly smooth skin a shad of light brown. Not artificial like so many girls her ages had. None of that spray on crap or self baking stuff. This was just natural beauty. He was unable to pull his eyes away from her. He felt her hand run across his bare back. Her hair dangled down upon him.

He looked up at her. Only her electric green eyes could be seen. The rest of her face was hidden away by a mask. Long bright red lines flowed down from the eye sockets. A single thin black line crossed the mask where the mouth should have been. He looked harder at it. His eyes focusing in and out on it. A smiled crossed his face. The bone white mask seeming to smile back at him. the mask a perfect size for her face. No part of her face could be seen. Her hair falling over it as she looked down at him. The electric greens eyes showing freedom and endless happiness. He also could see the utter madness in them.

She spun and sway back and forth around the room. His eyes drifting across any bare skin. Her shapely legs; ton arms; her perfect breast. Music never seeming to end. The dancer never growing tried, the watcher never blinking. The night was endless. Time non existence. He didn’t feel the small thin needles piercing his skin. He only felt the flow of countless unnamable drugs enter his body.

She watched from behind the mask. The mask of bone and death. He inturn watched as she danced her way around the room again and again.

He felt her bare breast again his back. Her arms under his. Her face next to his. She lifted his arms. He looked in puzzlement at the dark red lines that started to appear. The both traveled up his arms from his wriest. He watched as the life flowed out of him. His vision starting to fade. The shadow moving in closer; Claws and teeth could be made out now. He watched them till they smothered his vision and the room and music want out.

Beep beep beep the tiny white alarm clock rang out. Alex rolled over hitting the off button. She lied their staring up at the ceiling above her. She glanced over at the cloak. 5:45pm. she swung her feet out and set them on the floor. she pulled aside the heavy blanked she used to keep out the sun and drown out the sound of the city. The setting sun filled her room. she winced and let the blanket fall back in to place. She glanced back to corner where her bed was. Above the bed hung the white bone mask.

"Soon my friend. Soon." She said with a smile and walked in the bathroom