Short story no. 3 [Sylvia]

Guilty by design

Sid made an unusual entrance. His clothes were covered in blood, the metallic smell of the shiny chains around his neck was intensified by the fresh blood dripping down from his chest, covering his black skinnies. He dropped down his studded leather jacket on the wooden floor, took a small silver flask out of his pocket, sipped a mouthful of whiskey and with an evil, content grin on his face he lingered in the middle of the dance floor listening to the glam rock band playing on the small stage…

“Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
Ain't it fun when you get so high that you, well you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die youngIt's such fun... such fun..”

Mandy was drunk, she came to see the Suicide Glory. All her friends thought she was such a groupie, she knew they were right, but she was secretly hoping that the drummer will notice her again and that maybe she can spend another passionate night with him. She didn’t even like the opening band, she just mingled in the crowd, having a few drinks, waiting…
She was a pretty girl and she looked amazing that night. She had her hair pinned up with a red rose pin, leaving her white cleavage uncovered, she wore a black velvet corset, with fine red lace, black leather trousers and high heels.
She stopped, drank a bit of her cocktail from the plastic cup, turned around and her eyes met Sid’s eyes. She didn’t even notice the blood on him, she was simply spellbound by Sid’s light green eyes. Sid smiled at her, took his jacket and went out with a cigarette in his mouth. Mandy followed him, the few drinks gave her enough courage to start talking to him. Outside the street lighting was rather dim, Mandy still couldn’t see Sid’s gory body.
She was mesmerized by Sid and in a few moments they started to kiss. Mandy took Sid in her arms and then she realized that her hands were all bloody. She stepped away and froze… Sid took out a knife, slashed her and walked away.
A guy announced that the show is getting cancelled, the drummer of the band was found dead in the changing room in a puddle of blood, stabbed in his chest seven times…
The starts were shining brightly on the sky, the air was crisp, Sid lighted a cigarette and walked down the boulevard which lead to nowhere…