Love unto Death

For the first time I was glad I had agreed to come to the club with my buddies. My name is Joe Trent and I have always been an introvert, preferring to spend endless time in my own company away from the pointless banter of mere men. I call other people mere men because I really thought I was above everybody else. Not in a direct, arrogant and prideful way, that would make me a jerk. No.

I was the kind of person who disapproved of people without actually verbalizing my thoughts enough to not be liked. Because of that, people liked me because I kept myself to myself. Even at work, my colleagues knew that I was always in front of my laptop, either downloading some latest movie to watch when I got back home or reading some corny content about weird philosophies or mysteries. As you can see, there really isn't anything special about me, so people usually left me alone, which I liked very much. However, my anti-social tendencies served to motivate some people to do everything they could to bring out the crazy in me. Which resulted in multiple attempts from my friends to try and get me to go out more, unsuccessfully of course until today. My friends Bruce and Dan decided on this particular day that they would drag my ass to a new club called Amnesia. A name that I found to be even less reassuring, I mean why would I want to forget shit at all ?Anyway, the fellas wanted me to join them regardless, for an hour or two before bringing me back to my solitude fortress.

"Dude, just two hours and we will be back here in time for you to watch some porn or whatever gives you a hard on," Bruce said steering me to the door.

"Yes, that hentai shit that's going around lately," Dan added to the jab.

"You guys know fully well that I'm either watching action movies or some documentary about civilization," I defended myself, not that I don't watch some quality shagging here and there to ease my blue balls.

Bruce scoffed at that and continued to accost me outside my apartment. Fast forward thirty minutes later and I found myself in club Amnesia, glad I came out tonight. I wasn't happy about the crowd of course, but what made me happy to be here was the girl on the stage.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and she was singing with a voice that was impossible to believe existed. The moment she took to the stage every male in the club stopped whatever the fuck they were doing to look at the beauty that was gracing the stage. Her name was Helen Star. I could have called her Helen of Troy for better effect. She had shiny olive skin that looked like it was made of angel milk(if angels had breasts that is) and black long hair that shone even in the dim lighting of the club. She had the body straight out of a fiction movie: full breasts resting on an impossibly tiny waist that suddenly exploded into a chasm of hips and ass. The throbbing sexuality was hardly contained by a body-hugging golden satin dress that was begging to be removed.

I found myself sweating and swallowing hard. Such beauty could not be possible. When she started singing I knew I was done for. I knew in that moment that my life will never be the same, ever. She was the reason I was glad I came out tonight. Her music lulled me into a trance I didn't want to wake up from. I didn't want her to stop singing, ever. Her voice made me want to die for her and climb mountains ,killing dragons or whatever evil that stood in my way. I could even skin a bear with my-

My revelry was cut short by her voice no longer singing as she left the stage. The performance was done. Suddenly it was as if a spell had been broken.

"What the fuck was that??",Bruce exclaimed, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"I swear I have never heard such a voice before," said Dan. Apparently we were not the only ones affected. Every male was shaking off the effect as well but every woman in the club was confused. Apparently, they didn't think her music was that exceptional.

I disagreed. I wanted Helen Star to be mine. I decided I would meet her right now and broke away from the guys. "Hey, where are you going Dude??",yelled Dan. I ignored him as I fought my way through the crowd to the backdoor. I knew that there was some kind of service way where deliveries to the club were made. This same service way was connected to the backstage entrance as well. I just had to wait till she left the club this way and I can sweep her off her feet.

I leaned on a wall trying to look cool. I checked out my reflection from a broken shard on the ground. Not bad. You wouldn't classify me as a drop dead gorgeous male but I'm not ugly either. When I went out, I usually wore contacts because I had short eye sight. But most of the time I wore glasses. I have been told by my mother I look more handsome without the glasses which is why I was trying out the contacts. My dressing was somewhat modest considering I had been dragged here against my will and without wearing any more sensible clothes. So I was wearing plain jeans and a grey t-shirt. Not bad, I guess.

I grew tired of leaning against the wall looking cool and started walking around the space to kill time. When I was very close to giving up and resorting to trying another time, the exit door swung open and the girl of my dreams stepped in. And she was alone....