They had short hair and a jaw you could sharpen knives on. Everything about them was jet black. their short hair, gloves, boots, even the great coat that bellowed after them. But the most interesting black was their eyes. Not that you could see them behind their clear glasses. They looked grey.
Next to them the girl was vibrating with colours. Fiery red hair woven in a complicated braid, cheeks covered with freckles and slightly reddened by the winter cold. She could have been sixteen or fifty.
- Are you sure this is the right place?" She asked.
- No, but I never am and yet I am never wrong either." Their voice was soft and harsh.
The girl caught a gloved hand and pushed the sleeve up, revealing chalk white skin veined with black.
- Oh, so that's why you are in a mood."
- I am not in a mood. I just wish we didn't have to do that.
- But it's going to be fun!
- No, it's going to be fun for you! For me it's going to be satisfying and quite disgusting, just as it always is."
They climbed up the stairs just when a woman pushed the door open.
- Come on Jewel" she called her dog.
She never saw them but tightened her scarf around her neck as if a cold wind had blown to her face. The air was still.
Three flight of stairs, a door on the left. The floor board creaked heavily under the girl. The one in black made no noise.
They rang the bell.
- I am starving!" She was cheerful tonight. As she always was.
- You always are.
The door opened on a little man. White t-shirt, grey trousers, slippers.
- What's it?
- New neighbours, coming to say hi!" Her words shone like the summer sun. "Can we come in?"
- Sure, sure.
He never stood a chance. But then they never did. He moved and pulled the wooden panel, inviting them in.
They could see the aura around him shift and ooze. They had been right, as always.
He gestured them forward and they walked into the living room. The TV was on but weirdly it had stopped broadcasting anything. The man didn't notice. The room was cramped. Piles of junk, dirty laundry, some plates, some leftovers.
The girl was in the middle of the little place, taking it all in. The stale air, tinged with sweat and smoke. The sounds through the thin walls.
The one in black just sat on the couch and drew out a pack of cigarettes. They looked like they were thirty or a bit less. Probably not more. At least they looked like they had an age.
The man stood there, confused.
- So which flat did you move in?
- Down" they said.
- Like ground floor?
- No, bellow that.
He frowned. Something was wrong, terribly wrong, but he couldn't tell what. His head was fuzzy.
- But there is no flat bellow ground floor.
His voice trailed off as the girl started to take off her scarf. She was pretty. He liked them pretty. She was young. He liked that too.
He never stood a chance.
- Leave me my due." They said, exhaling smoke, their unlit cigarette hanging between their gloved fingers.
- Sure.
And then she opened her mouth. And then she opened her jaw. And she never stopped. It looked like it has no limits.
Blood sprayed but the meat was good. It was warm and it felt spicy on her tongues.
- Don't toy with your food." They said from the couch as she tore the man's left arm. He'd have screamed but she had ripped his lower jaw first so all that came out was a gurgling sound. "We haven't got all night."
She shrugged and took a giant bite.
When the man was about to die, they stood up, as graceful as a cat, or as an ibis. Long legs and fluid movements.
They looked tall and thin.
First they took off their glasses, revealing their impossibly black eyes and store them carefully in some inside pocket of their coat. Then the peeled off their gloves and put them away the same way. Their hands were black. Absolutely and perfectly black, as it they had dipped them in tar, or maybe in the night sky itself.
Then, They plunged both hands and eyes into the man's life, tearing it away, pulling at it hungrily.
The body slumped forward and the black receded from their hands, living only too white skin.
The girl laughed, the bottom half of her face drenched in blood.
- That was good!
They smiled, or at least it looked like what they would have called a smile if they had known what a smile was.
- Yeah, It feels better.
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