This is the final part of 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is Zeus, dallying with a girl in a pub. He has led the girl into his bedroom, his intentions obvious. She has whispered that she knows who he is.
“Zeus” she whispers. Just the sound of my name
gives me a warmth and strength, and I smile.
“How did you find out?” I ask, but my hands
are still concentrating on the buttons of her blouse.
“Old god” she hisses. I'm not pleased by that description of me and firmly protest that
I’m not so
old. She smiles widely, and shakes her head. “Your time’s gone”
she murmurs, her body tight against mine. “They don’t worship you
any more.” My fingers are working on the strap of her bra, but she
won’t shut up. “They worship us,
now, not you” she adds. I lean down to kiss her again, but she’s
being coy, turning her eyes downwards to my shoulder. “Our kind
are the Gods, now, Zeus - they’ve created us
by their worship.” Her mouth caresses my neck, and I can barely
hear her as she whispers “Time for you to go.”
And her fangs sink into my neck.
Ooh, A vampire!
ReplyDeleteNot my favorite horror, but fitting. Now my sympathy has switched to him.
Hmmm. Didn't see that one coming. Neatly done! :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry I didn't join you this weekend. Time disappeared out the door this week :-( Next weekend I'll be back...
I'll nag you next week to join in! And I'm glad you enjoyed the twist and didn't spot it coming - I hope the clues were there.
DeleteI didn't see it coming, either. Good twist. Nicely done! :-)
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