© ItalRT4u, 2012

     I was lathering my body with lotion when I noticed it.  There, on my hip, I found a very faint but still, a very distinctive marking in the form of Japanese lettering.  I had no clue what it meant but only that it did look familiar somehow.  I had seen these markings before – on my mother, only it had been on the small of her back.  It was then that I recalled a conversation I’d had with my parents, what seemed like ages ago now, when I had been fifteen.

     “Hunny, please come and sit.”  My mother told me, gesturing to the dining room chair at the head of the table, while my parents proceeded to sit on either side of me.  I had come home in an emotional fit which had hit me from nowhere.

     “Your mother and I have been meaning to talk to you about something.  I didn’t think it would be this soon but it’s obviously necessary.”  My father adds.

     “What is it?”

     “Payton, what happened today,” he began; “was something that you’ll come in time to understand and control.”

     “Your father’s right, Sweetheart.”

     “These feelings you’re feeling, they aren’t necessarily your own.”  He proceeded.

     “I know that, Dad.  Today wasn’t the first time.”  I confessed as I watched my parents for their individual reactions; a look shared that only told me that this wasn’t going to be a short conversation.

     I had learned more about my empathic abilities along with various ways to channel and ignore them when need be – how to put up a wall, per se.  It was only, under times of stress where I actually lost some control and wasn’t able to always block the flood of emotions that would come barreling toward me.  What scared me the most out of that long discussion was my parents’ second revelation.  Now, you’d think that being an empath I would bask in the glory and be comforted by the fact that I was able to tell what various people were feeling but, no.  No matter how many times my parents stressed to me that this was all a blessing, I saw it as a curse.  I couldn't just be normal, or just an empath; I had to be some kind of hybrid – a monster of sorts – a freak.  Something out of a Greek mythology book.  At the age of fifteen, you can only imagine my delight at finding out I was going to become some kind of soul-sucking sexual dynamo of a character.  No wonder my parents secluded me all these years!  The good thing – I had until my twenty-first birthday before that part of me came to reality.

     “So it begins.”  I whisper to myself as I stare at my naked body in the bathroom mirror.  Aside from the events from this morning’s run and this newly acquired body art of mine, I felt as perfect as can be.

     Dressed in my tan short shorts and red halter top, I sat on the couch, surfing through channels, wondering what to do with myself.  I hadn’t the urge to simply sit here for some reason.  It wasn’t like me at all but I still couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched.  Pausing my incessant channel perusal, I got up and slightly pushed the curtains away from the window to look around at the surrounding neighborhood outside.  The sky had started to cloud over but everything seemed as it should be – nothing out of place.

     “Payton Lilith Mayfair-Devonshire, your head is playing tricks on you again.”  I tell the four walls of my living room.

     I couldn’t have been happier when the phone rang to tear me away from my thoughts.  It was the twins.  They wanted to take me out again tonight.  Despite the fact that it was Sunday, the urge to kick back no longer seemed as appealing as it once was, I figured I’d head out for a night on the town with the ladies, minus Sahara who was now gone on a family holiday.

     Refusing to sit at home and pout, I headed out to a late dinner with the twins wearing my best dark violet strapless dress and black strappy heels.

     “Who are we dressing for tonight?”  Bethany asked me when I jumped into her car.

     “I’ll take that as a compliment.”  I smirked at her as she turned and shifted the car into drive, idling away from the curb.

     I found myself being eyed by relatively every person in this place as we sat there eating and chatting away; women and men alike.  Our server had spent his time devouring me with his eyes as he had taken each of our orders, not once letting up on his gaze.  I felt like a total piece of meat, served up to perfection for everyone around me.

     “Did you see how he looked at her?”  Brittany asked her sister once the server had left with our orders.

     “Everyone’s eyes are on you, Pay.”  Beth interjected and pointed a thumb over her shoulder.  I blushed as I wish I could simply melt into the wall behind me.  I was never good with receiving an absurd amount of attention.

     Leaving the restaurant, I couldn’t help the relief that swept over me.  The girls wanted to head back to Slicks which I hesitantly agreed to – we were dressed to the nines with nowhere else to go.  Seeing as the music had been fabulous the night before, I didn’t see much harm in checking the place out.  It was better than my other option which was to sit at home, bored out of my tree.

     After a few hours of dancing, I pulled myself away to head to the ladies room.  It wasn’t until then that I had noticed the looks that were coming my way as eyes followed me, yet again.  I can’t explain the feeling straight up but as eerie as it felt, I couldn’t help but feel excited this time around.  I shrugged it off, choosing to blame it on the liquor.  My ever so permanent empathic wall kept crumbling down on me, only for me to have to put it up again.  I blamed the effects on the events from this morning for that one.

     Perhaps I should have stayed home.  The thought occurred.

     The overwhelming lust-filled emotions radiated toward me as heat began to surge deep within my body.

     After a quick stop in a stall and a hand washing, I had managed to cool myself down from the projected emotions of those unnamed faces out in the crowd.  A thirst unexpectedly overcame me; one I hadn’t seen coming and it wasn’t for any form of alcohol or water.  It was of something more primal – sexual in nature to be more precise.  Something I haven’t felt since I had been with Gage and never to that degree.  It was entirely unnatural and somewhat unsettling to say the least seeing as I had no clue as to where these urges were coming from; although, I had my suspicions.

     I headed back to my girls which I found precisely where I had left them; on the dance floor.  This time, they were bumping and grinding with two very appealing men.  I licked my lips and smiled at them with lust filling my mind. 

     What the hell is wrong with me? 

     Instead of joining them, I headed to the bar and grabbed myself a drink.

     “It should be illegal to look this good.”  I hear in my ear, feeling breath fanning down the side of my neck.  My pulse quickened but I chose to ignore the guy with the cheesy pickup line.  Grabbing my bottle of water, I pop the top off and take a quick drink before turning to find the owner to those ridiculously spoken words, blocking my way.  Under any other circumstance, this invasion of my personal space would have been deemed too close for comfort but somehow, I wasn’t fazed one bit by his forwardness.  Seeing as this tall dark drink of a man wanted my attention, I figured I’d join the girls and have a bit more fun before calling it a night.  I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the twins who were still with their guys.  Bethany gave me a wink and a nod of approval on my selection as I let him dance up close behind me, giggling at my sudden lack of inhibition.

     I’m unsure what had come over me.  One minute, I was rubbing my backside on this guy’s crotch and the next I had him pushed in the back corner, away from everyone, my lips fused to his as his hands travelled eagerly over my ass, pulling me further into him.  It wasn’t until his body began to go limp on me that I pulled away, noticing his eyes slightly beginning to bulge out of his head, the veins darkening around his eyes and lips.  My hands dropped to my sides as I stepped back, looking at his skin’s ghostly coloring and darted off in full-fledged panic.  I didn’t care about the girls; they had their car and I could formulate some cockamamie story to satisfy their curiosity later.  I just wanted to go home – right now!

     I jumped out of the cab fifteen minutes later, only to find myself looking at a dark house filled with awful memories from a year gone by.  The only thing out of place about tonight was the visitor that sat on my front porch...

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