Lilith's Blessing

Sounds of heels clicking on hard concrete caught Trevor's attention while he sat on the edge of his bed. The clanking of footsteps increased until it reached the door. The clunky gray door unlocked, crying in agony.

Trevor jumped to his feet, prepared for whatever came through the threshold, staring at the lady, struck by her resemblance to Alexia, albeit taller. He looked her up and down; weeks passed, and Alexia’s face was vague. The taller version looked a little older, with long wavy brown hair and blond tips. She wore a white lab coat, blue crop top, pencil skirt and fishnet stockings, leaving Trevor unsure if it was work or party attire. She glared at him, trying to be seductive as he shook his head, then rolled his eyes, knowing she wanted something. He had to ask. “What you want.”

The woman scoffed and dismissed Trevor’s concerns and stated her appearance. She was there to talk; she proclaimed as he shook his head. “Dressed like that? I think you testing me.”

She winked and blew a kiss, thew her coat back, exposing her short skirt and crop top. Trevor enjoyed the show but kept his hands to himself. He figured if she showing it, he might as well enjoy it.

Trevor did not make a move. This disappointed her, as it worked on other males. She sighed, then revealed her name as Kaylia Lopez, Alexia's older younger sister. Trevor noticed the resemblance. Kaylia was taller but had the same eyes, nose, and skin tone. Although even with brown skin, she looked pale. He asked her why she was there besides the obvious. Kaylia’s answer surprised him.

“To find out how my older sister got you to sleep with her.”

Trevor expounded they did not “sleep” together rather they “fell asleep.” and he did not know how or why. Kaylia did not believe him as she brushed off his answer because she was sceptical.

It intrigued Kaylia more than concerned as she continued to put pressure on Trevor. She closed the distance; they were chest to stomach. Even with her heels, she was still shorter than Trevor. She pressed herself against him; he could feel her physical assets as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Trevor resisted keeping his hands to his side as blood rushed from his brain and feet to his core. His primal instinct screamed to conquer this woman, especially since she wanted it. But his logical brain screamed out, DON'T DO IT! So he grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back. Far enough to where she could not reach him with her much shorter arms. Then raised his hands in the air, showing his palms. His palms were pink, while the outer layer was a dark bronze. She inquired why his hands were different. “Is that typical for your people? Does that mean your penis is different, too?”

“The fuck?! No, it's the same.”

Her eyes grew enormous. “Can I see…” Turning himself away from her. “No.” Trevor’s bronze skin concealed his embarrassment, but Kaylia had a reddish tint. She tried to hide her face behind her hair, but could tell she was trying to force it.

Kaylia grew angry and balled her fist. She punch Trevor in the chest as she got embarrassed. He flinched at the unexpected blow, stepped back and His eyes turned semi-red. Every hair on her body stood on end as a sudden chill came over her. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and on the back of her neck as Trevor glared at her with reddish eyes. But flight or fight, her flight senses told her to leave the room.

The door closed and Trevor's eyes glossed as he remembered a former lover. She would wake up after a dream, pissed off at Trevor. She would scream and punch him in the same spot. Maybe I’m dreaming, he thought as he pinched his cheek as he hoped to wake up.

When he opened his eyes, he was still within the four walls. His breath became shallow. He couldn't remember the last time he had a panic attack. He had them all the time now.

Trevor stared at the ceiling, drifted in and out of consciousness. Until a smile emerged, with the sun obscuring the eyes and nose. He did not recognize the face. The Sound of waves crashing against the shore helped slow Trevor’s heart. As the vision faded, he paced back and forth around the room. Something compelled him to, so he dropped to his stomach and lifted himself back again. Over and over, and repeated the cycle until his arms and legs gave up. Then, he laid on his back, and listened to the drone of rain falling asleep.

Trevor woke up on the floor, neglecting the bed and blankets. He rubbed his back and sore muscles, then stretched out. There were no windows or outside light; the time of day, unknown. The dull walls and droning rain reminded him of the long cold fall and winter in the northwest.

Two thuds interrupted his thoughts on the door. The bottom slot opened, with a small tray sliding through. At first Trevor counted, but soon lost track. Today, though, he looked at the brown mash, then poked at it. Something compelled him to speak out. The days of solitude got to him and his heart rate rose.

“Yo, the fuck is this?” He spoke loud so the person opposite the door heard him. They slammed their fist against the door, creating a loud band that surprised him. But did not speak. Trevor to complain about the food, then asked how long they would keep him.

“Silence, Nigger.” The angry effeminate voice lashed out. Trevor took offense and proclaimed they were taking it too far. But kept his words to a minimum. The dense door with a mechanical lock made the encounter anonymous.

No response from the door. Trevor surmised the person walked away. Anxiety welled up, building a lump in his throat as his breathing became shallow. He sat on the floor and took deep breaths after he closed his eyes. There, he concentrated on his breath and let his mind drift through the possibilities. Nothing made sense.

Trevor lost track of time and did not hear the door open. Nor see the woman standing behind him. She called his name, but he did not respond until she touched his shoulder. He opened his eyes as the blond woman knelt before him. She smiled, and Trevor tilted his head as she gazed at him.

She was attractive in her way. Different from the other two, but beautiful. Alexia wore work attire, while Kaylia and the other dressed for a date. The plaid mini skirt with long black stocking and a tied in a knot white button-up shirt. Red flags waved in his mind as he was weary of her intent.

She asked why the floor, pointing to the bed, but changed the subject to her outfit. Trevor looked toward the door, dodging the question. She persisted, but circled back to her original question about his thoughts, because he lacked to respond when she called his name.

“Dinos and lasers. What’s your name?” He stepped back from the woman to put distance between them. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “I am Olivia.”

Trevor felt uneasy as she gazed at him with her nose in the air. The gleam in her eye reminded him of something, but he could not remember. Arrogant but smart, she wore a proud demeanor that differed from the feminine charm that hid inside her.

Olivia swayed her hips as her heels clicked on the floor and stood as close as possible. He stepped back as she tried to touch his chest. She fluttered her eyes at him and closed the gap, pressing herself against him. Trevor slide out of the way before she places her head against his chest. She almost lost balance but latched onto his arm before he got too far.

He pushed her away as she tried to touch his face and warned her to keep her hands to herself. He smacked her hand and moved left toward the door.

“Want to see under my skirt?” She reached down and grasp the bottom of her skirt and attempted to lift it. Trevor put his hand then asked her to stop.

She posed, turned her right shoulder toward him, arched her back and asked if he liked her outfit. Trevor shook his head, “No”.

Olivia stopped posing and glared at Trevor. “You are being difficult. Plus males like schoolgirls.”

He shook his head. “Don’t get it fucked up. I only like adult women. 25 and up.”

Olivia cheered up, and proclaimed her age and gifted him her life story. Trevor rolled his eyes as she rambled on about her occupation and the amount of wealth she gained. None of it seemed appealing as her words drifted in one ear and out the other. The only information he deemed worthy was her age. Twenty-eight.

Her speech seemed like a job interview as she noted her accomplishments. First white woman to become president of Simone city and affiliated villages. He stopped listening until a key phrase caught his attention.

“You should give it to me.”

Trevor paused as he did not realize she closed the distance while she was talking. She reached out, finger tracing Trevor’s chest. He pushed her away. “No.”

“What?” Her face changed, and she tried to hide it behind her hands. Trevor picked up on the sudden change as it confirmed he wanted nothing to do with her.

Olivia uncovered her faced and laughed. Her laughter vibrated the door as she snatched the chair next to it. She took off her jacket and exposed her shoulders, that had red freckles dotting her skin. Before she sat, she arched her back and hoped to trigger his lizard brain, but Trevor rolled his eyes.

She placed the wooden chair near the bed, then sat. "Sit."

Trevor did not like the tone in her voice, so he refused. Olivia smacked her lips. The sound made Trevor cringe. She turned her chair toward him and put her hand on her chin.

“Over 2000 years ago, males never stopped fighting wars: famine, rape, incest, all caused by men. After the cataclysms, Males kept fighting. Madame Simone, 500 years ago, ended the rule of males. Women are not the toys. We run this planet now.”

Confused, Trevor scrunched his face. “The fuck kind of story..?”

She cut him off and used air quotes as she proclaimed it was their story, and emphasized it was not his story. “Huh?” Trevor cackled at the stoic Olivia. She leaned forward and clasped her hands together.

“Women run this world, not males. Submit and live well.”

Trevor shook his head back and forth, rejecting her proposal. Olivia pushed her curly red hair behind her ear. With a serious face asked Trevor to join her herem of males and females. Trevor blinked several times before the question sunk in. Did she just ask me to join her harem? He thought to himself, but the words exited his mouth at the same time.

Olivia nodded her head with a serious look on her face. She expected an answer and right now. “Fuck no, I don’t share women.”

Olivia scorned Trevor and chastised all males as predators and women needed to protect themselves from them. Trevor consented, “any” held the potential to be a predator. “…but ANY man differs from EVERY man.”

Olivia gripped Trevor's hand before he could react. She liked his response and lifted herself from the chair, then slipped her legs around his waist. Straddled him, then pressed her chest and pelvis against him, and anchored herself. He swore he floated because now they were on the bed and her hair tickled his nose. They were eye to eye when Olivia kissed his neck, creep to his ear, “You're safe now. Mama will look after you.”

“I not into the family kink. OFF. Me. Now.”

Undeterred, Olivia nibbled on his ear. He could overpower her, but kept his hands to himself. Maybe if he did not reciprocate, she would lose interest. But as she slid her hand around his throat, she squeezed and pushed down with her weight. “You're just a male. You’ll give me what I want.”

She stretched her hand down into his pants, just before her hand entered his pants.

“You are going to give me that nigger dick.”

Trevor shifted his hips and broke her leg lock, stood straight up, turned to the right, and tossed her onto the bed. Olivia bounced and then settled on the bed. She sat there, bewildered, thrown off him after he unlocked her legs from around his waist. Her eyes widened as she gushed over the thought. “Ravage ME!” she proclaimed, throwing herself back on the bed. Legs wide in the air. Trevor looked away as she exposed her lack of undergarments. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Fuck me like they do in the movies!!” she yelped out as she touched herself and looked at Trevor. He rubbed his temples, embarrassed for her. Olivia’s pale skin was red and her face became bright pink as she tried to get close to Trevor again. “Your hands are different.”

“Not again.”

Olivia’s breathing was shallow and her pale skin remained red as she flared her eyes at him. “You are rare. I have this fantasy, it from the movies where black guys surround the woman. Their hands are like yours.”

Trevor shook his head, confused. "Woman surrounded by black guys?" The drums did not bang as he did not understand what she spoke. Olivia lowered her eyes when she realized he did not understand. "What are you, a virgin? It’s a porno. They fuck the shit out of her."

Trevor wheezed. “You don’t watch that, do you? I know ya’ll fucking with me.”

Olivia was losing patience, but kept a straight smile on her face. Trevor was testing her, though. She was used to everyone following her orders. He had the nerve to decline. She lost her patience and lashed out, saying that is why no black people exist anymore. Then she went silent with a smirk and folded her arms.

Trevor glared at her and then marched to her and grasped her soft shoulders. "Woman, what do you mean?" She grinned as she looked up at him. He released her but demanded answers. She shook her head, unsure how he was unaware, but told him a story.

He tried to pay attention, but her story telling always reverted to Simone City and its role in the world. Trevor became exhausted and wanted her to finish the story and leave. “I’m tired of this game.” Olivia stopped and tilted her head at him; her curly red hair followed. “Game? I can see you are confused. So I will tell you what happened as simply as I can.”

Olivia sat up on the bed with her knees forward and feet back. The story she told, too fantastical to be real. Trevor hated people, but had faith in them. But according to Olivia, after the cataclysm, racial lines divided the people. Because they outnumbered them 25 to 1, the last above water stronghold of Oakland fell one thousand two hundred and thirty-four years ago.

"I don't believe you." Trevor shook his head. He knew sometimes that truth sometimes extended outside the bounds of reality, but the story did not sit right with him. Olivia squinted her eyes and asked, Why would she lie? And explained the stories handed down and documented in movies that his kind were ravenous. She professed her lineage as the descendant of the founding mother, Simone, and went on a tangent about a society for women. “Unbeholden to males.”

He sat down in the chair. He did not believe her and shrugged off her story as she continued to add to it.

Trevor sighed and folded his arms. “I’m done. I know you are lying. Where is the camera? Where is the release form?” He did not like the experiment and expressed his dissatisfaction with its results.

“To see how I would react. Right? You bring in cute women and have them hit on me to see if I would try to fuck ‘em, Right? What if I took advantage? Get that big bitch in here again? She could not fit through the door. I have no friends. Is that why you targeted me? Because I’m a loner?”

Olivia swayed her head back and forth. “Trevor, this is not a game. There are no cameras. To be honest, we want your seed. So you have the green light. You can get me pregnant, too. But you have to join my harem.”

Trevor’s eyebrows raised, and goosebumps appeared on his neck and arms. Alarm bells rang throughout his body and chills rocked his spine, but nothing made any sense. Why? Being the only question that raked his mind as she proclaimed their babies would have pretty hair.

Trevor lowered his eyes at her and shook his head, as he hated the connotation that black hair was not good. He felt sick to his stomach as her words gave him the ick. Olivia’s expression changed because his reaction surprised her. He rejected her, and she berated him for not acknowledging her perceived greatness.

He shrugged as Olivia repeated her accomplishments. Trevor stood over Olivia. “You women always lead with your money or title. Men don’t give a fuck. Let me out of here.” Then he wandered toward the door as he expected her to open it. Olivia became furious with red steam flowing up her body like smoke. It reminded him of football practice on a chilly day. After running drills, all the players would have visible white mist pouring off the top of their heads and shoulders. Olivia raised her right arm, and Trevor’s feet left the ground. Now hovered just off the ground, his body glided toward her. Bright-eyed, she prattled to Trevor about her role in the city and no male can say no to her.

As he floated toward Olivia, he grabbed the chair and flung it at her. She dodged the chair but lost her concentration, broke her hold on him. Falling to his feet, he advanced toward her, tackled her, and pinned her to the bed. He pressed his weight against her and force her arms above her head.

“The fuck was that, Olivia? How did you do that?” She cheesed at him as she ground her pelvis against Trevor's thigh. “You gonna take me now? Huh? I feel something down there. What is that?”

He shifted his position and used his lower leg to pin her thigh. Once he secured her, he contemplated his next move as Olivia took a deep breath. “Clone!! Get in and teach this male a lesson!”

The door screamed as it swung open. He lifted Olivia off the bed, spun her around with her arms behind her head. He wrapped his left arm around her throat and locked it in place. Alexia rushed in as the clone fell to the floor. “Keep her still.”

Trevor kept her locked to his body as Alexia rushed over and put her hand over Olivia’s eyes. A bright green light appeared around her hand and Olivia became drowsy. But before she lost consciousness, she issued a warning. Alexia ignored her threat and forced Olivia to sleep. Trevor’s mind almost exploded from the events and he had a thousand questions.

Alexia put her finger on his lips, then hugged him. “Your warm.” He pushed her away, kept her tender shoulders at arms-length. She shook her head as she hugged him and buried her face in his chest. Her scent hit his nostrils and calmed his soul. She released him and looked into his eyes. “We have to get you out. Let’s go now.”

Trevor tried to speak, but Alexia cut him off. Then opened the door. She already killed the clone guard and prepared their escape route. Now they had to reach the door. He stepped over the dead clone and slipped on some blood that pooled underneath the large framed individual.

“It always rains this time of year. It will cover your tracks, and they won't be able to follow you until morning.” She lead him down a dark corridor, with a dim light above a bunker style door.

Scrambling toward the door, they stop just under the light. She opened the box, exposing a dark green raincoat, overalls, a bucket hat, and boots. She placed the cap on his head and handed him the coat and boots.

“Put this on; make sure you button it up. Do not get the rain in your eyes, don't drink it; it's acidic. This path will lead straight to a cabin on the coast. Someone helpful should be there.”

Trevor tried to ask questions, but Alexia shushed him as she heard people approaching. She looks up at him, her dark brown eyes shining in the light, wanting to kiss him, but spun herself around to unlock the door. Water rushed in and pushed the door open. The roar of the rain hitting the ground drowned out all his senses. The sour smell penetrated his nostrils, causing him to breathe through his mouth.

Trevor turned around to look at Alexia; he could see her mouth move, but the rain drowned out the sound. A constant raging river poured from the sky, blanketing everything in its path. She pushed him out the door, then ran down the corridor. Trevor turned around toward the darkness, stepping into the rain.

Trevor dashed forward toward the treeline. Rain pelted him with each stride as he put some distance between him and the building exterior. The darkness of the tree canopy and dark clouds made it hard to see. So he stumbled along, hoping he was on the pathway toward the cabin.

A flash hit the side of his eyes, ringing his ears. He found himself down on one knee. Unsure of what just happened, he raises his head, forcing himself to stand up. The initial adrenaline he had was wearing off. Trudging along, he stumbles up a small hill; lights come into view as he crests the hill. The heavy air and his concussion zapped his strength. Using whatever he had left, Trevor dragged himself up the rest of the hill, relaxing a bit as he crested the hill.

Flash hit him again; his eyes go black as he is flung meters away on his stomach in tall grass edging the path. Ears ringing from the blow, he stood as quickly as possible. He searched for the attacker. The void lashed out at him for entering its domain as a low growl reverberated off the rain, sent chills up his spine.

Trevor whipped around, trying to face his attacker. But the deluge of rain dulled his senses, filling his ears. Darkness covered his eyes, and the sour smell destroyed his sense of smell. Looking around, he puts his hands up to defend his face as intense pain raked his back as it slashed at him. Causing him to fold forward, smacking his face against the ground. Then nothing, no pain, as he could hear a low growl vibrating through the air; the predator circles its prey.

A wet cough filled Trevor’s lungs as the attacker tugged at him. “I have so many regrets.” His arms refused to move as he heard his flesh torn from the bone. Closing his eyes, Trevor awaited death.