Deadly Encounter

Deadly Encounter Part 2

 His ears are ringing as he fumbles around his pockets for a lighter.

"Damn it! John has my lighter again!" He exclaims to himself, shaking his head scowling at the heavens.

The doors squeak open and Steve walks out placing a cigarette into his mouth, Chris frustrated heads over for a light.

"Hey brother, it's too busy for me, give me a light will you? Nothing is going to plan for me tonight." He said, sarcastically.

Steve laughs and in his strong Irish accent, he bellows.

"No Emily tonight then, please tell me you've come to your senses and kicked her out?" He asked, pointing his lighter at his head that's in the shape of a gun.

Laughing and shaking his head in playful disbelief, Chris lights the cigarette and hands him it back spinning it on his finger.

Steve is always cool, calm and opinionated; he had a pink holster made for his lighter that attaches to his belt. Only Steve could be that random and get away with it.

Steve and his Mr Cool exterior cracked right in front of Chris. The expression on his face changed in a second from a huge smile Mr Cool, cigarette relentlessly clenched between his lips, to a sudden open mouthed cigarette dropping gaze.

Chris shook his head and smirked at him and thought for a second he was trying to wind him up, Steve would often make fun of him to somehow to celebrate his own muscles afterwards.

Chris laughing says sarcastically. "Alright, here we go again what's so..."

"Holy, shit..." Chris exclaimed.

The most beautiful, Angelic woman that he has ever laid eyes upon is walking through the mist towards them. She is mesmerising like a supermodel on a catwalk, her hips swaying perfectly with each step. Her stare seductive, she captivates everyone that she has walked past, male and female alike, they each end up with the same expression as Chris and Steve while she passes each person.

She seems to be staring right at Chris; he looks around and thinks to himself. "There's no one behind me, she's looking at me!" Steve also looks behind him and then locks his eyes on her not taking a breath.

Chris could swear that he can feel her eyes on him while his heartbeat seems to be loud and pounding in his ears as the music fades to a low pitch behind them. The air is getting colder as she gets within ten feet of them. Her hypnotic walk is now in slow motion, her bouncing hair is slow, the cars are slow, the voices and the bass behind them have slowed down.

Her long, gold and red hair sways and bounces slowly over her shoulders, caressing her breasts as she walks. Her skin glows white and shines in the street light with a strange aura. She looks like a Goddess crossed with an Angel, and not one person can take their eyes off her.

She is only a foot away from Chris now, his heart beating faster and the butterflies in his stomach bounce in a tornado of nerves.

Chris and the Goddess stare into one another's eyes as time all around her has stopped, everyone but Chris and the Goddess are frozen solid as he continues to stare, the sound of his heart beating slower as her face is directly in front of his, her beautiful, reflective almost glowing green eyes make him want to weep as they leave his gaze, she walks past smiling seductively and the music returns back to normal.

Steve has the door held open for her so quickly that Chris didn't see him move, his cigarette burns at his fingers as it has burnt down. He drops it without a care and he still can't take his eyes off her.