La Nuit du Chasseur Part 1 by The Perfect Denial
La Nuit du Chasseur
Close your eyes and imagine with me, if you will, every minute moment of your life that has ever given you joy, love, desperation, even pain. The imagery of it all- the smiles, the laughter ringing in your ears, the tears, the blank stare of your face in the cracked bathroom mirror. All of those moments wrapped into one single solitary breath. Stolen from you in the blink of an eye. Without regard for your soul. Leaving you without a hope on this Earth, no solace from this degregation, this violation of what you consider to be, well, you. Replaced with… nothing.
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there… Wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before…” E.A. Poe
Ce n’est pas la réalité c’est un rêve.
La Nuit du Chasseur.
He stood in the corner of the darkened club, leaning his head back, feeling the beat of the song drive into his skull. He closed his eyes drawing in the beat, letting it overtake his thoughts. He had no idea how long he had been standing there like that. When he opened his eyes, he saw her. She sat only a few feet away but somehow seemed distant, removed. Her ebony hair was pulled back into a style he was sure was from the 1940s. Even her lips were a cherry bomb red that reminded him of some photos he’d seen of Ava Gardner. She glanced up from the drink she was swirling in her cup and stared back. Unwavering. Intent. With eyes that would rival even the greenest of emeralds one could imagine. She seemed to be from another time. Another place. Maybe that was why he approached her. Maybe that was also why he had suddenly gotten the nerve to ask her if she was there alone.
“Yes, I am.”, she softly replied. Even with the level of noise surrounding them, her voice rang out like a melodic bell.
He smiled and pointed at her drink. “Want something else?”, he smiled as he licked his lips.
“No, thank you.” Her voice was distinctly what you may call ‘American’.
“So… what brings a beautiful girl like you to a sleazy place like this?”
“I could ask you the same. But that would be just answering your question with a question, and I’m sure you’re not just interested in small talk.”, she smiled.
Damn, she was good. “Yeah, you’re right… so…”, he stammered.
“Would you like to go somewhere else Jared?”, she asked sweetly.
“Um… yeah… sure but how did you know my name? I would definitely remember you if we had.”
She laughed. “No. We haven’t. I guess you just look like a Jared to me.” Jared stood up and offered her his hand. “Shall we then?”
She chuckled, “Lead the way.”