49My car spit, sputtered, and chocked as it came to a slow rolling stop in a lurch. Ahead was a sleepy looking speck of a town. I have heard of one-horse towns, but this is ridiculous. All I could see was a closed gas station, and an Inn with one of the lights in the neon sign out. The only thing left that I needed to see was a tumbleweed roll across the street and it would be official.
What the hell was I going to do now. It's freaking midnight and I'm alone in an isolated creepy little town, with no way out because everything is closed, except the grungy little Inn. Slamming my fist on the steering wheel in frustration, what fucking choice did I have?
Looking down the empty darkened street, I wasn't sure if I should get out or just lock myself in my car for the night. But damn it was getting cold and I would just end up sitting here freezing all night. Thinking I might have a jacket thrown in the back, I checked my backseat, but nothing. So now what? Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on my headrest. I was racking my brain for my options, but really, nothing came to mind. I just didn't have any choice, so I would have to go to the creepy little Inn. An earsplitting scream left my mouth as I opened my eyes.
Standing outside my window was an old woman. She looked to be in her 70's, skin covered in wrinkles and hunched over with her face pressed up to my window. I'm surprised I didn't have a heart attack at that moment, because she scared the living shit right out of me. Her long pealing fingernail was tapping on my glass.
"Your blood runs cold child, in the deepest of the night, rests your weary bones by my fire light. This Inn has been in my family for generations, long before your time, the cracks in the walls are about as old as me, and has seen just about everything there is to see." She said in a gravelly voice as her beady little eyes squinted to see into my car and get a better look at me. That rough scratchy voice sent chills down my spine as she smiled at me with her yellow crooked smile and missing front tooth.
"You're in the half way between, neither here nor there, but before the night shall get very far, come with me child and get out of this retched car." The old woman cooed through my window. My heart was beating franticly, even though she didn't look dangerous. Nevertheless, my better judgment was screaming at me to get the hell out of here.
I sat in my car shaking like a freaking leaf, not sure what to do, when she grumbled out another scary cryptic thing. "Foolish girl heed my words, and do not tempt the hands of fate for your blood will be spilled and your death surely awaits." Yeah, I really want to get out of my fucking car now!
My heart hammered in my chest as the freaky old woman started rhyming some ghoulish poem like thing as she walked away. "…red as wine, blood so thick you could call it divine, the one who searches for you will bath in its glory and your screams will fill his hunger and thirst until the light in your eyes cross over the great divide." My throat felt dry as I tried to swallow and tears sprang to my eyes, my whole body shook. I was really freaking out here. What the hell was I supposed to do after seeing and hearing that?
Trying not to hyperventilate, telling myself no way in fucking hell would I get out of my car. I watched as the old woman turned around. "Get out of the car, now child, before he comes." She snarled as if she could sense my fear or read my mind. Her words seemed to echo in the interior of the car as the inside windows shuddered and moaned; protesting in her words ready to fracture into a million tiny pieces… who the fuck was she?
Feeling as if I was in some kind of trance, I reached for the door and pulled on the handle. The car door swung open with a long loud creak making me cringe, but I couldn't stop myself from getting out and following behind the old woman. Slowly we made our way into the dark dreary desolate town. I thought she would lead me to the Inn, but surprisingly, I saw another sign flicker across the street. The dingy little café had a few lights on inside and I even saw a young blonde waitress standing behind the long counter. Cautiously approaching the door, I finally got to see the sign in the dirty window. Could the name of the place be any more obvious? Fuck just what I needed.
The door scratched the floor as I pushed it open and another creaking noise shattered the dead silence. It instantly caught the attention of the beautiful young waitress and her stunning green eyes met mine as she looked up. She gave me a strange look at first, but then covered it up with a sweet welcoming smile. "Hello, welcome to Last Chance Café." She said in a warm soft voice.
Well, I guess that was the nicest thing I had heard so far. Putting on a brave face, I hesitantly smiled back. Another surprise to me was that it actually smelled kind of good inside. Burgers and fries, I think; if my nose served me correctly. I looked around the place thinking it would be completely empty, but shockingly enough a very handsome guy sat at one of the little booths, with none other than a huge burger and a mound of fries on his plate.
There he sat, his sleek dark, brown hair pulled back into a ponytail looking like urban Tarzan or some great gladiator warrior. His shoulders and forearms were ripped and tone stacked like a body builder, bulging but not overly done. The stone washed Lev's were even more intriguing with how he filled them out and if I had to guess, without his shirt, the abs on him would be just as hard as the rest of him. Good god almighty what the hell did he do for a living mountain climb, rock hounding? He was built in all the right places. The thin bushiness of his eyebrows begged to be caressed; those rouge cupids bow lips were perfectly shaped. He was a walking orgasm on legs, a gift from god, meant to entice the opposite sex.
I couldn't help but wonder what his voice would sound like. Would it be deep and gravelly with a rich baritone, or maybe a little high strung? Guys like him, that looked that good, were either gay or fucking taken. Yeah more than likely sex on legs was married, had a little woman waiting for him at home, and was more than happy keeping his bed all toasty warm.
As he looked up at me, I swear to god I might have swooned if I wasn't so freaked out to actually be here in this creepy little back woods town in the middle of nowhere Montana. What was a guy like that doing out here in bumfuck Egypt?