Ramón and Lachlan had been friends for a long time. The look
on Lachlan’s face as they stood across the street from the new place was foreboding.
“What’s wrong, Lachie? You look paler than usual.”
“Don’t go in there. I mean it, Ramón. There’s something
about the place...”
“Relax, Lachie. I checked the place out. It’s just a
brothel. No one will care if a few of the girls go missing.”
“It’s not that. I’m more worried about us going missing.”
“When is the last time you got laid?” Ramón asked. Lachie
frowned. “C’mon. Take a look. Let me prove that it’s safe. You don’t have to go
in right away.” Ramón dragged Lachlan across the street and pushed him up the
fire escape. When they reached the third floor, Ramón pushed ajar one of the
windows.
Lachlan pressed his face up against the glass and watched
the couple in the room having sex. Their grunts and moans leaked out through
the opening that Ramón had made. Lachie thought about throwing open the sash
and lunging into the room. A sudden wave of dread stopped him. He turned to Ramón,
“you can go in there if you want. I’m leaving.” He leapt down to the alley and
ran across the street. Ramón followed, laughing.
Edgar strode out of the darkness. “You crazy, man? Ramón
finds this cherry bordello ripe for the picking and you don’t want any of it?”
He shook his head and spoke to Ramón, “Where’d you find this loco vamp? Edgar was the one who clued Ramón in to the place.
“Don’t mind Edgar. It’s a free country. If you don’t want to
go in for a bite to eat, that’s fine. I’ll catch you later.” Ramón slapped Lachlan
on the back. “Maybe bring you some takeout,” he winked.
Lachlan watched as Ramón and Edgar crossed over to the bordello.
Maybe Ramón was right. Maybe he was just being crazy as Edgar had claimed. He
decided to have another look at the place, but this time from higher up, closer
to the roof. He peeked into the third-floor window to see the couple still at
it. They were in the same position as before, their grunts and moans
maintaining the same rhythm as before. He found another room with the shades
open on the fifth floor. Inside the room, another couple who looked remarkably
like the third-floor couple were busy sucking each other off.
Lachlan decided to check out one more room and climbed up to
the eighth floor. He raised the sash on the unlocked window to listen in on
what sounded like another couple engaged in some seriously wet sex. Lachie
parted the drapes to peek inside and recognized Ramón’s tattooed wrist as it fell
to the floor. The creature inside was busy tearing out Ramón’s internal organs
and had a mouthful of liver when it spotted Lachie peering in through the
window.
It lunged toward him as he quickly withdrew his arms and
head. As he backed up against the railing of the fire escape the creature
slammed into an invisible barrier. It ripped down the drapes in anger before
going back to its feast. Lachlan watched as Edgar entered the room and listened
to him as he spoke to the beast. “You’ll have to share, love. The other pigeon wouldn’t
bite.”
“Outside,” the monster croaked pointing to the open window.