Lovely Jane

(Please enjoy one of my short story attempts. I was inspired by a song called "Lovely Jane" by Dag. If you click on the music player below, you can hear the song. Please enjoy!)

Copyright by Yen Verhoeven 2007

Lovely Jane

Jane added her last bit of makeup in front of the mirror. She puckered her lips once, adjusted the black cross choker around her slender neck and winked at her image with a long lashed eye. The black lipstick was a pleasing contrast to her pale, milk white skin. A final tug of the laced-up corset on her hourglass figure, and she was ready for the night. She walked by her dozing boyfriend, blowing a kiss to his prone muscular form…his limbs tangled with the sheets, before closing the door with a click.

The cab dropped her off in front of the night club. She gave Leo a generous tip and a kiss on the cheek before stepping out onto the street. The sight of her trim body, ghost white save for the black makeup, freckles and shock of red hair seemed to attract everyone’s attention as she marched right up to the club’s bouncer. He let her pass with not so much as a cursory glance.

Snow was dancing among some rather large men. Her long, raven black hair almost touched the floor as her lithe figure moved with the music. She smiled radiantly when she saw Jane approach, forgetting the men; opting to give Jane a hug and a passionate welcoming kiss.

“I was wondering when you would show up!” Snow’s face lit up, momentarily overshadowing the dark, sunken circles around her eyes.

Jane returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Snow’s waist. “What, and miss a party with you?”

They danced for a bit, their slender limbs entwined and swaying to the music. Jane leaned over and whispered something in Snow’s ear, and they left for the night, hand in hand.

Snow’s apartment was dark, with a single yellow light bulb illuminating the small studio. On the nightstand was a picture of Snow, and her current boyfriend Jeremy; a rather greasy looking fellow, with tattoos that snaked all over his arms as he held the small girl tightly around her waist. Jane sat down on the bed and took a cigarette out of her cleavage, offering Snow one as well.

“I don’t smoke” Snow said, waving away the cigarette. She seemed to shrink in her apartment, wringing her hands nervously as she sat next to Jane. The girls had known each other for a few months now. In fact, the only reason Jane was even allowed near Snow was because Jeremy, the owner of the club, had fantasies about both women in bed.

And now, as Jane blew a gentle breath of smoke into Snow’s face, his fantasies may come true. Involuntarily, Snow took in a breath, inhaling the white cloud, and seemed to visibly relax. She breathed in more, and her eyes became slightly unfocused.

“Jane,” she whispered, “you always make me feel better when you are here.” Snow leaned her head on Jane’s shoulders and cried. “I need to tell you something. I HAVE to tell you. It’s about Jeremy…” She hugged Jane tightly and inhaled more of the smoke; the unusually sweet scent seemed to mix well with the fragrance from Jane’s hair. Snow’s small frame shuddered, as if cold.

“Let’s take a bath.” Jane stood up and made her way into the tiny bathroom, leading Snow by the hand. They drew the hot water, and both girls sat in the tub. Jane took another long drag of her cigarette, blowing it into the air before speaking. “Snow, you can tell me everything. You can trust me, you know.” She kissed Snow on the forehead, and held her hands under the warm water as she listened.

Snow broke down and told her everything…all of Jeremy’s secrets and his illegal doings. She poured her heart out to Jane, and didn’t even notice when the slits were made. Jane continued to listen, and smoke. The fumes seemed to cloud Snow’s mind into a haze. Jane watched and listened as Snow’s blood clouded the water. Snow’s words began to slur as she got dizzy from blood loss. Towards the end, Jane held Snow close to her breast, kissing her on the forehead as she died. Later, she rested Snow’s body peacefully against the wall of the tub, careful to not get any blood on the floor as she crept out, cleaning herself with the special cloths she brought in her purse. After flushing the evidence down the toilet, Jane dressed and left the apartment discretely.

The evening air felt wonderfully refreshing when it hit her skin. Jane took in a deep breath, clearing her head before crossing the street, removing the phone from her purse. Before she could dial in the number, she felt a sharp pain at the base of her neck and raised a hand, as if to slap away a mosquito; surprised to find a tiny dart jutting out from her skin. Her body froze in paralysis as the neurotoxin took over. From the corner of her eye, in the direction of the dart, she saw…..or so it seemed, a person, dressed completely in black, crouched on the sill just outside Snow’s room. She watched in horror as they knelt down and unfastened the tiny microphone that had been taped to Snow’s window. Just before Blue tucked the device into her sash, Jane was struck and killed instantly by a car as it drove down the street. Her dead eyes witnessed the ninja disappear into the silent night.

(Image from Acidic Glamour)

Lovely Jane - Dag