David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.
Allow me to once again break down the fourth wall. You thought the story was over. This story should have been over. Remember to the beginning, this is not a love story, nor a story of fame. This is a story of revenge! After my meeting with Pablo I go home, change, and grab my knife. Back to where we started.
I am inside the club BITE, Opening the curtain I know this is where it happened and I can sense he has been here recently. There are more needles on the floor and empty insulin bottles on a ledge. A black leather thong is thrown on the floor and an empty container of Astrolube is sitting on a chair. As I move forward I remember: Sometimes you have to be evil to actually find the good. Lucy’s words running through my mind.
I see a pile of needles and then everything gets foggy…
As I pull back the sheet he is standing there, naked. My knife is already out and I slash him first across his chest and then his face. As the blood runs down his neck and stomach I move in and jam the knife into his lower back and turn the knife to point toward the heart. I pull out the knife and he drops to the ground. I stand there and watch him bleed. I have no expression. Ten minutes later he is dead.
A hand, wearing a black leather glove is covering my mouth when I wake up. He asks me what I want, looking me up and down, “Clearly you don’t belong here!” He also tells me that I looked at a needle and passed out. I feel the inside of my coat and realize my knife is still in place and was never removed. I take a deep breath and explain what happened to Izzy. The black leather glove releases its grip from my shoulder and I am able to rest. “Skeet, that was his name” The man says. “He died two days ago”, a hand moves to his face as he explains, “Insulin overdose.”
It’s not a particularly bright day outside, but considering how dark it is inside BITE, I have to shield my eyes. Maybe we are all vampires, just different levels. Does it work this way? I put this on my mental list of things to Google when I get home.
When my eyes focus I notice something. The guy driving the taxi. The street vendor selling hot dogs. The teenagers walking home from school. They are all wearing black leather. I look at my hand and then feel the inside of my jacket to ensure my knife is secure. I adjust the collar of my jacket, which is also, black leather. I think about what Lucy said, how sometimes you have to be evil to be good. Sometimes, I think. Maybe all of us have it inside, maybe. I guess it all depends on how bad we want it: fame, success, murder, or revenge. It doesn’t really matter, all require motivation. Maybe, at some point, we are all draped in black leather.