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Monsters in My Bed and Other Stories Chapter 13 - Mais ou sont les neiges
d'antan?

   Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross All Rights Reserved





   There was a temple in the basement...

   It was simple enough, just an altar made of wood, solid and sturdy, made
by Adam the very day he had purchased the house.  It was covered with a
coarse linen sheet, woven by Eve, and dyed to a striking golden color. 
There was a chalice of red clay, also made by Eve, along with a platter and
two candlestick holders.  The candles had been made by Cain, who had
learned the method from his father using fat from a cow.  One of the bones
from that same beast had also been used to fashion the sacrificial knife,
which Abel had honed to a fine edge and he'd carved intricate angels around
the handle.

   The rough walls had been decorated with sprigs and leaves and flowers,
some fresh and some dried and flaking to the dirt floor.  The only lights
were from the candles, the only sounds were the chanting of Cain and Abel
while their father anointed a small calf in preparation for offering to the
Lord.

   They were only four, the two parents and the two sons, alone in the
wilderness in which they found themselves.  They worshipped the One True
God who had created them, surrounded by unbelievers and heathens, the
unclean.  It was a difficult existence and all the more so since Adam and
his wife Eve could still remember the Garden where they'd first lived,
before Eve's sin had caused the Lord to cast them out of Eden.  Now they
found themselves in this...place.

   "I hate Seattle." Abel was washing dishes while his brother dried them,
putting each one carefully away.  Abel was 19 and had just started college,
but he found it a chore because it took time away from his devotions to the
Lord.

   "It's not so bad; you just need to get out more, bro." Cain was 22 and
had graduated from the University the year before with a bachelors degree
in sociology and now worked as a bouncer at a strip club near the airport.

   "Father told me I should start looking for a wife," Abel frowned. 
"They're all heathens though!  These women, they worship idols and paint
their faces to look like angels."

   Cain laughed.  "Yeah, they do all of that," he grinned at his younger
brother, "and then some."

   "They're unclean," Abel looked up at Cain's face.  "I don't see anything
funny about it."

   "You pray too much," Cain shook his head.

   "And you don't pray enough," Abel pulled the drain and rinsed his hands.
"God's unhappy with you."

   "I was talking to God just the other day, he didn't seem pissed," Cain
grabbed the last plate, drying it slowly.  "Why, did he say something to
you?"

   "Well, not exactly," Abel allowed.  "But I can tell."

   "Pffft..." Cain exhaled.  "Yeah right."

   +++

   Upstairs Adam was fingering the leather corded whip in his hands.

   "Bend over wife, it is time now." He was naked and his hardness ached at
the thought of performing this service to the Lord.

   "Yes husband," Eve whispered.  She was very old, but her lithe form
moved gracefully onto the bed.  She looked only a few years older than she
had when God had created her, despite the many hardships and bearing two
strong boys for her husband.  She was blonde and tall, her skin unblemished
but for the scars across her back and thighs.

   The Lord had decreed that she would never know Adam again as a wife
should, but only as a harlot, an unclean sinner.  Her husband whipped her
nightly while she prayed and then he would sodomize her roughly, taking his
pleasure from her anus like a beast.  She thanked her God that at least He
had not denied her the pleasure that accompanied such debasement.  She had
blamed the serpent at first, but now after a thousand centuries of painful
humiliation, Eve knew that it had been she alone who had sinned mightily
before the Lord.  She deserved her punishments and eagerly accepted them.

   The heavy slap of the leather whip, damp with perspiration and blood,
echoed through the house and was soon joined by the high pitched wail of
Eve's supplications and the low grunts of Adam's efforts.

   Cain laughed and clapped his brother on the back, "Mother is singing
again...Oh glory to God, the Lord and the Light..."

   Cain's singing was poor at best and Abel sighed, wondering why his
brother felt the need to add his voice to that of their mother's.  He
sensed that Cain was mocking the ritual and it deeply saddened the handsome
young man.

   +++

   "Good morning Abel, where is your brother?" Eve was serving breakfast,
their usual simple fare of fruits and fresh cream, with toasted homemade
bread.

   "I'm here mother," Cain walked into the small kitchen and Adam joined
them for their morning prayer, thanking the Lord for the new day and the
food on the table.

   Adam was a florist, working at a local nursery.  His passion was orchids
and people were amazed at his skill with raising the difficult plants.  He
tried to explain on occasion that he'd once lived in the Garden of Eden,
which had been full of orchids, and it had pleased the Lord to give Adam a
certain empathy with them.  But most people didn't seem to understand.

   Eve had opened her own restaurant, called 'The Garden of Eden' and it
had become quite the little success, largely due to the popularity of
thematic entertainment in general.  All of her waiters and waitresses
walked around in skimpy uniforms resembling fig leaves, and the atmosphere
was very lush and tropical.  Ribs were the house specialty and the apple
pie was simply the best in all of Seattle.  Eve would have been quite proud
of it, but she'd been to the real Garden and it was nothing like what could
be recreated in Seattle.  Besides, she would remind herself, pride was a
grievous sin.  It was enough to be on the cover of last month's Pacific
Cuisine.

   +++

   "Hello Abel," hers was a soft voice, different from any other, and it
made the young man look up from his notes.

   Abel expected to see another one of the whores who attended the
university, women who dressed obscenely, painted their lips and eyes, and
promised their bodies with every gesture.  But this woman was different, he
could sense it, she was one of the humans, those made in God's own image.

   "Hello," Abel replied and he looked at her carefully from where he sat
in the shade of a large tree.  She was tall, with a pale complexion and
long black hair.  Her face was beautiful and touched with sadness he
thought, in her brown eyes and upon her full pouting lips.  She wore no
cosmetics, no jewelry, and her dress was simple and covered her from her
delicate neck to her ankles.  Even the sleeves were long, reaching to her
wrists.

   "May I sit with you?" she did not smile, as the man might have expected,
instead she merely stared at him.

   "Yes, you may," and he watched her fold her legs gracefully, until she
sat demure and silent beside him.  "Are you an angel?" Abel asked, using
the true meaning of the word, which is a Messenger of God.

   "I have come to tell you, Abel, the Lord is pleased by your devotion. 
He would have you make a sacrifice to him, upon the noon sun after the next
full moon."

   "And what will I offer my Lord?" Abel asked.

   "He has not told me, Abel.  It is to be your offering alone, and so I
cannot advise you," she did smile then, barely, and it caused a strange
confusion in the young man's heart.  "I will leave you now."

   "No," Abel said suddenly, without really meaning to.  "I...I would have
you stay, please, for a moment," he looked in the woman's eyes until he had
to turn away.

   "I will stay for a moment, if you wish it."

   "Will you tell me your name also?"

   "I am called Lilith."

   Abel frowned briefly, wondering perhaps if he hadn't heard such a name
before.  "Lilith," he repeated, enjoying the way it felt upon his lips.

   "I will go now; I have other duties to perform," the beautiful woman
rose.  "Perhaps..." she started to say, and then pursed her lips, looking
away.

   "Yes?" Abel couldn't bear the silence with that one word hanging between
them.

   "Perhaps you will remember me, tonight."

   "In my prayers?  Yes!  Of course!" Abel found his heart lifting almost
painfully at the thought.

   "And after, sweet Abel?" she turned around, without waiting for a
response the man couldn't find.

   +++

   The Bodyshop was typical of the strip clubs in Seattle.  The girls were
all heathens and whores; the men who came to witness their lustful
depravity were Sodomites all.  They were unbeliever's and born without
souls, but Cain enjoyed their revelries all the same.  He'd even coupled
with several of the harlots, knowing that they were merely animals and
subservient.  He'd consumed their alcohol and tobacco, partaken in excesses
of the flesh, and poisoned his sensibilities with sin.

   "Hello Cain," her voice cut beneath the music like a razor and ripped
open the man's heart.  Cain had been speaking with a blonde dancer named
Cherry when his head turned in unconscious response.

   "Hey, what do you think you're..." Cherry had begun speaking, seeing
only a beautiful young woman, some Goth bitch, moving in on her man.  Cain
was handsome, like Abel, as they were created in God's image and perfect.
All the women wanted him, but tonight he was Cherry's.  He'd promised!

   The woman put a finger to her lips.  "Shhhh..." and Cherry's voice died,
though her lips moved and her eyes went wide.

   Cain glanced at Cherry and then stared hard at the woman standing near
him, with her pale skin and black hair, penetrating brown eyes and the hint
of a smile upon her lips.  She was one of them, he knew, a person created
by God and given dominion over the earth and everything upon it.

   "Who...?" he started to ask, but she cut him off.

   "The Lord our God is unhappy, Cain.  He has sent me to tell you this."

   "I am at the Lord's mercy," Cain replied, feeling his heart swelling as
he looked at the angel.  "Tell me how I may please him."

   "The Lord requires an offering, a sacrifice upon an altar of your
construction at noon of the first day of the full moon."

   "And what shall I sacrifice to our Lord?" Cain licked his lips.

   "I do not know.  Your offering is your sign and yours alone, I cannot
advise you in such things." She looked at him intently for a long moment,
seeming oblivious to their surroundings, and then the woman turned to
leave.

   "Wait!  Please, what is your name?" Cain reached out as if to grab her
arm, but instead his fingertips brushed only the cool linen of her simple
dress.

   "I am called Lilith," she turned back to the young man, smiling with a
tempting mixture of modesty and amusement.  "Why do you stay in this
place?"

   "I'm just a shepherd."

   Lilith smiled at that and started to turn away, but Cain's voice stopped
her.

   The dancer, Cherry was tugging at Cain's arm, her lips moving uselessly
as she still tried to speak.  He shrugged her off, unable to look away from
Lilith.

   "I've never seen a real...woman...before.  I..." Cain suddenly felt deep
shame for being in that place.  "I would like to speak with you."

   "Would you pray with me, Cain?" Lilith smiled sadly.

   Cain swallowed nervously.  "If you would like, yes, of course," he
nodded.

   "Then we shall see," the angel closed her eyes and one corner of her
mouth lifted.  "Good night dear Cain," Lilith turned and left Cain watching
her until she'd disappeared out the doors.

   +++

   That evening Abel did indeed remember Lilith in his prayers.  He
remembered her smile and the way the wind had moved her hair, so that just
a strand of it had caught in her eyes.  He remembered her voice and her
movements, and in the remembering Abel felt his manhood stirring.

   It was not unwelcome and the young man felt no shame in it.  God himself
had commanded that they should be fruitful and multiply.  But he did
nothing else.  To stain his hand with the seed of life was a wasteful sin;
it led to lust and jealousy, envy and greed.  He'd indulge none of that for
his heart was pure.

   Even so, during the night as he slept Lilith crept into his dreams and
Abel found himself once more upon that soft green lawn.  Her scent wafted
on the breeze and it stirred him.  When she moved closer, he did not
resist, but opened himself to her smile.  He took her, as a man might take
his wife, possessing her body as only a man who is dreaming can.

   When Abel awoke he was embarrassed to find he had stained his bed
sheets. He was damp and sticky and he saw this as a weakness.  He'd been
tempted to speak of the angel with his parents, to express his thoughts
that perhaps he'd found a wife.  A believer and not a harlot, someone who
could provide children to worship the Lord.

   But now he felt ashamed of his interest in her.  Of his lack of patience
and faith.  He washed himself and remade his bed, lest his mother discover
what had happened and be equally shamed.  He could not speak of Lilith now,
he knew.  Not until he had cleansed that part of him that had betrayed his
devotion to God.

   +++

   Cain had not slept in his bed.  He'd found himself in Cherry's
apartment, listening to the whore whine about losing her voice for almost 3
full hours.  He finally shut her up with a well aimed thrust of his aching
manhood between her lips.  But always that night, no matter how he used the
bestial woman beneath him, Cain imagined it was Lilith he was with.

   She was not an animal like Cherry, he knew.  Lilith was human.  And so
she would be his wife, his devoted mate as God had intended for all of his
creations.  Even the lowest dogs could find a mate.  Around him these
people, who were so much less than that really, had spouses and children.
Why not he himself?

   "Lilith," he sighed, pressing his erection between the plump excited
folds of Cherry's sex.

   "Huh?" she looked up at her lover, trying to understand what he was
saying.

   But Cain merely ignored her.  Girls like Cherry were only slightly
better than masturbation, the man thought, and only because it made less of
a mess for him to clean up when he was done.

   +++

   "Hey, can we swing by the river?" Abel was riding along with Cain in his
brother's big truck; they were on their way to Snoqualmie to get some wood.

   "What?" Cain was barely paying attention, he was thinking of Lilith.

   "I need to stop by the river.  I need some clay."

   "Why don't you just go to Henderson's?" That was an arts and crafts
place close to the University.

   "Because, I need to get it myself," Abel paused, not really wanting to
explain why.

   "What for?" Cain asked suspiciously because he knew his brother pretty
well and Abel was hiding something.

   "I need to make an offering to God," he looked at Cain.  "Can you keep a
secret?"

   "Sure, hell yeah," Cain said, only because it would annoy his brother.

   "Don't swear," Abel shook his head.  "I met someone.  A girl, a real
girl."

   "What?" Cain almost went into the ditch.  "What, uh...What's her name?"

   "Lilith," Abel smiled as he said it.

   "Tall girl?  Thin, pretty face, big tits?" Cain glanced at his brother.

   "Yeah, well, something like that," Abel allowed slowly, though he didn't
care for the phrasing.  "She's an angel.  She told me I had to make an
offering unto the Lord."

   "Oh," Cain frowned.

   "You know her?" Abel stared at his brother.  He knew Cain pretty well
also.

   "Well...uh, she comes into the club, you know," Cain grinned.

   "What?"

   "Yeah, she's a big tipper," Cain loved pissing his brother off.  "Got a
lap dance from Cherry the other day.  Shut that bitch right up!  I gotta
tell ya, bro..." He looked at Abel and put on a pained expression of
sympathy, "You're angel...She's a carpet cleaner."

   "A...what?" Abel stared at Cain in disbelief.

   "A rug muncher, you know...A lesbian," Cain shrugged.  "That was a sin,
last time I checked."

   "So is lying!" Abel glared at Cain angrily.

   "Who's lying here?" Cain gave Abel a dirty look.

   Abel just stared.

   "Okay, okay...sheesh...She came in and said God wants more stuff, like
He ain't got enough dead sheep already."

   "And?"

   "And what?  I said sure...what does he want, but she didn't know... 
'It's your sign...' she says, and so I says, look Lily, it's a five dollar
cover, pay up or get out..."

   "You did not!" Abel shook his head.

   "Nah..." Cain laughed and actually got Abel to smile, just a little.  "I
wanted to bone her too bad to say that, bro!"

   "Well, you can't do...that," Abel said definitively.

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Yeah.  I'm gonna marry that woman," Abel folded his arms across his
chest and smiled.  "I love her."

   "Well, I love her too.  So maybe you should buy a dog, Abel."

   "Maybe you should watch the road!" Abel grabbed the steering wheel and
yanked it hard over so that they narrowly missed two people on bicycles.

   "Aww...who cares.  They're not even human."

   "Yeah, but God doesn't like roadkill, didn't you get the memo?"

   "Yeah, I got it.  He's thinking about adding Thou Shalt Not Kill to the
six commandments, but that doesn't apply to animals, does it?"

   "I don't know, but..."

   Cain snapped his fingers, interrupting Abel's thought, "I got it!"

   "You got what?"

   "This Lilith business.  God sends this foxy hot to trot angel right? 
Saying we each gotta make an offering, right?  But He don't tell us what
and he don't tell us why, right?"

   "Right, right," Abel was nodding.  "So?"

   "So...it's a test!  It's a contest!"

   "What?" Abel frowned.  "What kind of contest is that?"

   "It's a 'Best Offering Gets The Girl' contest!" Cain grinned.  "Don't ya
get it?  God's giving us a woman, a real believer to be fruitful and do the
math with!"

   "Ohhhh...I don't know about that," Abel shook his head.  "She didn't
look like that sort of girl."

   "What sort?" Cain laughed.  "Shit!  She's probably been looking for a
husband as long as we've been looking for wives, man!"

   "You think?"

   "Hell, she probably won a contest of her own, just so she could be the
prize in this one!  It all makes sense!"

   "Yeah, mmm...maybe.  God does have a sense of humor about stuff like
that."

   "Hey, uh...Abel...So what are you offering?"

   "Oh..." Abel turned his head, looking out the window.  "A little of
this, a little of that, you know."

   They were quiet for minute before Abel turned to look at his brother.

   "What are you offering?"

   Cain shrugged, "I don't know yet." He gave his brother a sideways
glance. Whatever it was going to be, Cain thought, it's gonna be better
than yours, bro!

   +++

   "Good morning, Abel," Lilith was standing a few feet away, once more on
the soft green grass of the college campus.  Behind her the morning sun was
still low in the eastern sky, and Abel could see the effect it had, turning
her simple linen shift into something soft and gauzy, outlining her naked
form beneath.  He swallowed nervously as he could just make out the swell
of her sex between her slightly spread thighs and he looked away.

   "Hello Lilith," he spoke softly.

   It had been nearly a fortnight since their first meeting.  Abel had
dreamt of her every night.  Sometimes with passionate visions that aroused
his senses to such a state that he'd awoken sweating and breathless and
unable to sleep again.  Other times it had been soft and subtle, a caress
upon his sleeping form and he would rise in the morning expecting to find
the woman beside him.

   "Do you think of me?  After your prayers, Abel?" she sat down unbidden
and folded her long legs beneath her slender form.

   The young man glanced up, sharply, wondering if she mocked him.

   "Or, have you forgotten me so soon?" Lilith lowered her own face as if
that were something she'd expected.  Her tone was not humorous, sarcastic,
or knowing.  It was lonely.

   "No," Abel's heart softened immediately.  "No, I have not forgotten. 
Every night for me is a torment." He paused, tilting his head, "I have done
more than think of you, Lilith.  I have dreamt of you in...many ways. 
Unclean ways.  Forgive me."

   "There is nothing to forgive, dear Abel," she was looking down, her
delicate fingers weaving dandelions into a braid.  "I too have...dreamt."

   "You have?" Abel sat up straighter; it had not occurred to him that she
would feel anything.  It had been too much for hope, to believe such a
thing.

   Lilith sighed, her proud breasts rising so that her nipples were
prominent with their hardness.  She looked around the University grounds at
the people sitting, walking, talking, reading, doing all manner of things.
Going about their lives and innocent of the real world around them.

   "I wish I were one of them, Abel."

   "Who?" Abel looked at the beautiful woman, leaning closer and scenting
the oils in her hair.

   "That one..." she pointed to a woman, perhaps 20 years old.  Black
haired and slender, moving gracefully across the lawns.  She carried her
books and smiled, seeming to laugh, although she was alone.  "She is in
love," Lilith smiled.  "She is thinking of him and there is nothing else.
She cannot see us."

   "But...She is empty," Abel stared at the unknown girl.  To his eyes she
was a shadow, there was no aura of divine presence.  "She has no soul."

   "But she has love, Abel.  There is a light there, of a different
sort..." Lilith blushed, seeming to catch herself suddenly.  "You are
right."

   "Don't worry, Lilith," Abel reached out and took her hand.  "I will pray
with you."

   She nodded, unable to speak.  Lilith was crying.

   +++

   "And this is the temple where you pray?" Lilith's voice was tinged with
humor and she smiled, standing in the doorway and toying with a dandelion
chain woven in her hair.

   Cain looked up from his knees, turning his face to see the woman over
his shoulder.

   In front of him on an old leather chair sat Wendy, her long tan legs
spread wide, hooked over the arms of the chair.  She was smoking a
cigarette and she blew an angry cloud of smoke into the air.

   "Hey!  What'd you stop for?" the dancer made a face.  "Go down, baby,
come on!" Wendy pulled Cain's mouth back to her sex, but he shrugged her
off.

   "What?" Cain said.

   Wendy followed his gaze and finally saw Lilith, dressed in her thin
linen dress, as before devoid of any makeup or jewelry except the flowers
in her hair.  "Fucking elf!  Get out of here!"

   "I asked if this was your temple," Lilith moved into the room, rebuking
the stripper on the chair with a little twitch of her lips.

   "It's a dressing room and uh, Wendy...uh, well...She had a boo-boo that
needed kissing," Cain stood up slowly, wiping around his mouth and chin
with his hand.  "I didn't think you were coming back."

   "Who the fuck is she?" Wendy kicked her foot at Cain, trying to get his
attention.

   "Shut up," Cain pushed the girl's foot away.

   "We have not prayed yet," Lilith shrugged.  "I thought perhaps..." her
voice trailed away.

   "Cain!" the girl whined and Lilith looked at her.  "What the fuck are
you looking at?  Get her out of here, Cain!" Wendy flicked her cigarette at
Lilith, so it struck the hem of her dress.

   "Give her to me," Lilith said.

   "Give her?" Cain shrugged.  "Take her.  She isn't mine."

   "I thought you were a shepherd," Lilith laughed and it sounded like
glass breaking.  "I will leave you now."

   "Good!" Wendy laughed and rolled her eyes.

   "No!  Please," Cain frowned.  "I have disappointed you.  I'm sorry."

   Lilith shook her head.  "You haven't disappointed me.  This..." she
looked at Wendy who gave her the finger, "...is what I expected."

   Cain watched as Lilith turned and left.  Wendy giggled and tugged at
Cain's belt, trying to pull him closer.  "Weird bitch.  Come here lover, I
still got 5 minutes before I'm up."

   "Shut-up," Cain cuffed the side of her head hard, knocking the girl out
of the chair and onto the floor.

   "Bastard!" Wendy stared up at him, a little blood trickling from her
nose.

   A moment later Cain had his engorged penis inside the girl, driving into
her sex with obscene frenzy.  "Lilith....ohhh fuck...Lilith..." he moaned.

   +++

   "What are you doing there, Cain?" a slippery voice wondered.

   Cain turned around slowly, sweating under the armload of wood he was
carrying.  "What do you want?"

   "Just wanted to say hello, see how my favorite boy was doing," the snake
slithered around a tree, over roots and rocks and then rose to slowly take
the form of a man.  Tall and dark, unblemished and smiling.  "Long time no
see."

   "Yeah," Cain turned back around and made his way to the clearing where
he would make his sacrifice to the Lord.

   "Ohhh..." the man rubbed his hands together.  "Looks like a fire's
coming."

   "I'm going to make an offering," Cain dropped the wood and stood there
with his back to the man, wiping his forehead.

   "I know," the voice chuckled.  "I heard."

   "What did you hear?" Cain turned around and looked at the man.

   "I heard a faint heart never won a fair maiden," the man bent down,
picking up a stick and began tracing lines in the dirt.

   "What's that mean?"

   The man laughed and looked at Cain.  "What are you putting on your fire
there?" he looked over at a calf grazing peacefully 20 yards away.  "A
cow?" he yawned.  "Ho-hum, Cain!  Ho-hum sayeth the Lord!" and he laughed
again.

   "Go away," Cain frowned.  "You don't know anything.  God hates you. 
Everybody hates you."

   "Not true!" the man held up his stick.  "But...Be that as it may,
everybody loves Abel." He peered at Cain with yellow eyes, "God loves Abel
too."

   Cain didn't say anything, he just sat on the stones he'd stacked for his
altar.

   "I've seen the girl, Cain," the man was moving around Cain in a circle,
like a wolf waiting to strike.  "What's her name?" he snapped his fingers.
"Lilith.  Yeah, Virgin Lilith.  I'd pop that little cherry myself!  Ughh!"
he grinned, jerking his hips forward.  "Little girl like that?  She's
begging for it, man.  Don't tell me you ain't seen it, Cain.  How she comes
around, sniffing at your cock like a bitch in heat..."

   "No," Cain shook his head.  "What would you know anyway, snake?"

   "What?  You think your mama was just eating fucking apples?" the man
laughed and rubbed his crotch suggestively.  "I know about taming bitches.
Believe me Cain...I know!" He paused, then moved closer, squatting down
besides Cain so he could stare into the young man's face.  "And that little
Lilith is feeling the need, Cain," he put his hand on the younger man's
shoulder.

   "Get away!" Cain shrugged it off.

   "Okay.  Okay!" the man sniffed.  "But when it's all over, you remember
me.  Huh?  You remember boy, when you hear Abel's sigh," he chuckled, even
as his form faded into the twilight.  "That bitch is gonna scream, Cain. 
But not for you...Not for you."

   "Shutup!" Cain yelled, looking around at the emptiness.

   +++

   Cain thought about it long and hard.  Abel was favored.  And not just by
God or their parents, but by Lilith too.  Cain was sure of it.  He'd
listened to Abel speaking of her.  How she'd looked, what she'd said...The
way she moved and looked at him.  Abel had asked Cain if he'd seen Lilith
again, but he couldn't speak of it.  Cain couldn't admit to his brother
that she'd looked upon him with contempt, with none of the intimacy of
which Abel spoke.

   "What's the matter?" Abel was cleaning the table after their supper,
while Cain started washing the dishes.  His hands were angry and his arms
jerked as he scrubbed at them.

   "Nothing," Cain frowned and seemed determine to say nothing.  Abel
glanced at his brother's back and shrugged, only to hear Cain's voice a
moment later.  "I....I want her, Abel."

   "Who?" Abel asked, knowing already the answer.

   "Lilith," Cain rinsed a cup and dropped it into the plastic dish rack,
uncaring if it broke or not.  "I...She can save me." He turned suddenly,
fixing Abel with his tortured eyes, "I've been wrong.  About so many
things, what I've done...I want to start again, Abel."

   "Everybody feels like that..." Abel started, unsure of his brother's
meaning.

   "No!" Cain snorted and shook his head.  "I mean, I spend my time with
animals.  I'm...becoming an animal, Abel.  I can't feel it, my soul..."
Cain held up his soapy hands, "When she comes to me, I can feel it again.
There's hope there, a chance for me...Do you see?"

   "Yes," Abel nodded.  He understood exactly what Cain meant.  Lilith had
awoken something inside his own heart as well, but not his soul.  "I
understand, but it is not your soul, Cain.  That is for the Lord and if it
sleeps, it's only because you have wandered so far..."

   "I have not wandered!" Cain shouted.  "He has abandoned me!"

   "Cain..." Abel stared at his brother and opened his arms as if to
embrace him.  "What has happened to you?"

   +++

   "Abel?" Lilith found him on the shore of Lake Washington, sitting on the
cool grass.  "It is almost time."

   "Lilith." He didn't turn around to see her; he only bent his head down,
to look at the grass between his legs.  He smiled and closed his eyes. 
"Why do you come here?"

   "Why?" her voice was questioning.  "I am...Anxious," Lilith admitted, as
much to herself perhaps, as to him.

   She sat down on the grass close to the young man, smoothing her dress
and taking a soft, deep breath of the clean air.  On the lake, a sailboat
all white and blue drifted slowly past, and there was no one to be seen on
it.  Some distance around them were other people, the lesser ones, walking
and sitting and running.  Their voices carried on the wind and it seemed a
lonely sound.

   "Do you like it here?" she asked Abel.

   "It is a place," Abel licked his lips, still refusing to look at the
woman, though he wanted to with all of his heart.

   "There is a place here as well," Lilith looked at Abel, her head tilted
down and her eyes lifted towards him.  He turned slowly to see her.  "Would
you not dwell here?" she held her palms to her breast.

   "What do you mean?" Abel stared at her.

   "I fear for you, Abel," she lifted her chin, her eyes intent on his.  "I
want to leave, now, to go away from this place forever."

   "But...my home?  My parents, we...I mean, I want to marry you!" Abel
reached out, but his hand fell short of hers, still clutched above her
heart.  "What do you fear?"

   "Please, Abel, I love you as well.  I do not wish this to be,
this...Contest, the competition to possess me.  It is wrong, it is not
God's will, Abel.  I was tricked."

   "Tricked?" Abel frowned.

   "I have been looking for a husband, Abel, dear sweet Abel.  I did not
know I would love you, I thought...." she swallowed hard.  "I did not know
you, I only knew the need.  I thirsted for it, for a touch, for a
kiss...For children, Abel.  He promised me children and I want it so badly.
We can leave!  We can..."

   "I don't understand, Lilith," Abel rubbed his brow slowly.

   "You..." Lilith felt a tear beginning in her eye, rolling slowly down
her right cheek.  "You don't have to, it is wrong.  It is..."

   "Ahhh...Love," a man's voice settled over Lilith's words, turning them
to ashes.

   Abel turned his head slowly, "Begone, you are unwelcome to my sight."

   "Say no more," he smiled.  "I was just walking by and thought I'd say
hello." His eyes were golden, bright and fluid as if made of molten metal.
"The lovely Lilith, a genuine pleasure to meet you at last."

   Lilith jerked at the sound of her name.  "I was just...Leaving," she
bowed her head slightly, glancing at Abel.  "I will see you...after.  I
hope."

   "Hope springs eternal," the man shook his head.  "Go on, woman.  Prepare
yourself for the morning, count your dowry thrice and set a penny upon the
moon," he laughed as Lilith got hastily to her feet.

   "No, don't go..." Abel reached up, too slowly so that his fingertips
could barely graze the hem of Lilith's skirts.

   "I must," she wiped at her cheek and gave Abel a last lingering look
before she fled.

   "What do you mean here, Beast?" Abel turned fully to the man, staring at
him.

   "Nothing, nothing at all," he held out his hands, which were smooth,
without any of the creased lines a human demonstrates from birth.  "I am an
observer, Abel, nothing more.  This is between you and your brother now,"
he smiled and the sun went cold.  "She's going to him."

   "My brother?" Abel stared at him.

   "Ah, I say too much!" he chuckled.  "Love...It will undo us all, I fear.
Even Him," he looked up and shrugged apologetically.  "Perhaps."

   +++

   "Cain!" Lilith walked quickly into the cool neon glow of the club,
looking left and right until she spied the man standing at the end of the
bar.  He was drinking something, holding the glass in front of him and
looking down into it, as if there were something interesting hiding in it's
murky depths.

   "Cain..." she paused, taking a breath.

   "Lilith?" Cain glanced around him, jerking his arm away.  "Have you come
to mock me once more before I lose you forever?"

   "No, no...Please," Lilith brushed her hair back.  "I...I want to leave.
I want you to leave, now...With me."

   "Leave with you?" Cain almost smiled.  "And go...?" he gave a little
shrug of his shoulders.

   "Away," she sighed.  "Anywhere, please.  Just...Now!  We have to leave
now."

   "What about the offering?" Cain took a drink from his glass.  "What
about my brother?"

   "Abel?" Lilith breathed the word and even that betrayed some small
emotion in her eyes, or perhaps the way her hand moved ever so slightly.

   Cain felt the liquor burning and he knew she loved his brother.  "Yes,"
he said quietly.  "Abel."

   "I...I don't care about him.  We'll leave, Cain.  I will be your wife
and we'll...Go.  Please!"

   "And will you love me as well?" Cain looked at her.  Lilith didn't seem
so strong now, so self-assured and confident.  She was frightened and small
and offering herself completely, but only herself...not everything.

   "I..." Lilith looked down, her fingers fretting at the fabric bunched
slightly at the hips of her dress.  "I will learn, Cain.  I will love you."

   Cain took another drink and a deep breath after, setting his glass down
carefully.  "Why?" he looked at her.  "You've seen me here..." he gestured
around them.  "You've seen what I've become.  My offering will never please
God," he laughed at himself.  It was cruel laugh, full of self-loathing. 
"God will choose Abel, just as you've already done, Lilith."

   "No," Lilith shook her head.  "I choose you, Cain.  Right now, right
here....I have chosen." She reached out to touch his hand with her fingers,
"Don't you love me?"

   "Yes," Cain allowed himself a smile then...

   "Cain!" Abel fairly ran across the bar, pushing heedlessly at a customer
on one side, and then a waitress on the other, so that she fell heavily to
the floor.  "Lilith?" he stopped short as he caught sight of the woman
standing so close to his brother.

   Lilith sighed, closing her eyes tightly.  "I am here," she said softly.

   "But what are you doing here?" Abel walked closer.

   "That's none of your business, little brother," Cain looked at Abel.

   "Stop!  Please..." Lilith looked into Cain's eyes and then slowly turned
to face Abel.  "I was just leaving.  I...My task is through," her voice was
soft as a shadow and it fell between the two brothers like a sword waiting
to be picked up.

   "Come with me then," Abel held out his hand.  "We'll leave this place. I
swear."

   "No!" Cain grabbed Lilith by the arm, jerking to him.  "She's already
decided to be my wife."

   Abel stared at Cain and then at Lilith.  "What?" he shook his head as if
to clear it.  "Let her go!" he took three quick steps and put an arm around
Lilith, pulling the girl to him as he pushed the palm of his right hand to
Cain's chest, shoving his brother back.

   "No..." Lilith whispered, but the two men didn't hear her.

   Can rebounded quickly, his left hand shooting out to grab Abel's shirt
by the collar, jerking the smaller man up slightly on his toes, while
Cain's other arm cocked back, his fingers curling into a fist.  "Don't piss
me off, Abel," Cain warned his brother in a low voice.

   Abel jerked back, but was unable to break Cain's grip on his shirt.  He
pushed Lilith back out of the way, behind him, and grabbed at Cain's wrist.
"Will you strike me, brother?" Abel stared into Cain's face.

   "Please..." Lilith moved closer, attempting to wedge herself between the
two men, but someone else pulled her back.

   "Shhh..." his voice was in her ear.  "It's not up to you," the serpent
told her and Lilith protested, pushing and clawing at the man, but he was
far to strong, far too powerful for that.

   Outside in the cool night air, he tossed Lilith away from him.  She
recovered her balance and stood, half bent over in the moonlight, panting
and weeping softly.  "You lied to me!" she accused the man.  "You lied!"

   "No," he spread his arms.  "I told you that you would have a husband."
He gave a slight curl of his lips, "And so you shall."

   "I know what's going to happen!  I've seen it!" she took a step, but
knew he wouldn't let her pass.  "I've got to stop it, please...I can stop
it!"

   "No.  You can't," the man shook his head.  "No one can stop it.  You've
done very well, Lilith.  You have no one to blame but yourself."

   "No..." she shook her head.  "Please, I beg you...For the love of God,
don't do this."

   "The love of God?" he laughed at her.  "You forget yourself, girl.  Now
go home, prepare your things.  You know what you must do.  You're as bound
to it as I am."

   +++

   Cain stared down at his brother.  He had put up a good fight and both of
the young men had been bloodied.  Cain sat on a large rock, staring at
Abel, his fingers along his nose.  He would lose her, Cain thought, lose
Lilith.  She had offered herself and Cain did not understand why.  She
loved Abel, as everyone did, it was obvious.  So why had she come to him,
begging to be taken away.  Was that a part of God's plan?  Another test of
some sort or just more games?  There were plans and plots, and circles
within circles that he'd fought to understand, but never could.  His
father, Adam, had spoken of these things and Abel, beautiful attentive Abel
had listened.

   But it was Cain now, brutish and distracted, uncertain of what he should
do.  He remembered Lilith's face, her hair, the swell of her breasts and
the fullness of her form.  How perfect among all His creations, a woman. 
He wanted her and if he were to require love?  He might have had her.  Cain
kicked at the ground.  He would have had her now, but for love.  What was
that anyway, something so ill-defined, that the lacking of it caused him to
hesitate?  Cain had never known love and as he stared at Abel's unconscious
form, Cain knew finally that subtle difference between them.

   Cain stacked wood slowly, gazing over his shoulder at the fatted calf
grazing lazily on the mountain grasses.  It was almost noon, almost time.
He licked his lips, feeling the ancient dagger at his belt, the vials and
small pouch in his pockets.  Cain felt his heart beating.  Why had Abel
come?  He'd never been to that club before, never once in his life and yet
last night, just as Lilith had offered herself, Abel had come inside, to
spoil it.  To ruin everything.  God wanted it.

   "God?" Cain sat down again, holding his head in his hands. 
"Please...Lord?" But there was no answer.  The sun was high now, the sky
washed of its blue by it.

   Cain lit the fire slowly, using flint and a bit of dried moss.  He blew
gently, fanning the flames to life.  The wood caught, the smaller twigs
first and then the larger pieces, crackling upon the large square hearth
he'd constructed, just beneath the stone altar.

   "Cain?" Abel opened his eyes slowly, licking his lips.  He was dry,
thirsty, and his head ached, along with the rest of his body it seemed.  He
tried to move his hands, but found them bound with hemp behind his back. 
He was naked, sitting on the rough stone and the wind shifted slightly so
that warm acrid smoke filled his eyes momentarily, causing them to water
and he shut himself off to it until he sensed it's passing.

   "Lord, I offer this unto thee," Cain spoke softly.  He poured some small
amount of oil over Abel's brow and poured ashes over his brother's chest,
speaking more words, softly, so softly even he couldn't be sure they were
being said aloud.

   "Cain?" Abel repeated and then the young man sighed weakly as he felt
the knife penetrating his breast, the tip slipping easily through flesh and
the hardness of his bones, angling between them to find Abel's heart.  He
looked up, his mouth hanging open as he stared into Cain's face, dark and
shadowed with the sun high above him.

   Cain held the knife in his brother's body, feeling his eyes growing wet
and finally running with tears.  They fell heavily onto Abel's body, mixing
with his blood and running to the stone beneath him.  The stain grew large,
spilling over the uneven edges, some of it landing in the dust at Cain's
feet, and some of it rushing into the fire with a soft sizzling sound as it
turned to steam.

   Cain said more prayers, praising his Lord and begging his God to find
the sacrifice a worthy one.  Only later did Cain finally put Abel's body to
the flame, letting his brother's flesh be consumed so that only bones
remained, gleaming white and black and shimmering behind the veils of heat.

   "I am here," Lilith spoke, disturbing Cain from his reverie.  He'd been
sitting silently, staring at the fire, staring at his brother.

   Cain looked at her.  "I have killed my brother," he held his red hands
out.

   "I know, husband," Lilith would not look up.  "I tried to stop it.  We
are all dead now."

   "Do you hate me?" Cain sniffed slightly, looking away from her as well.
"Is that why you joke?"

   "No," Lilith struggled to right herself.  "You are my husband."

   "We are not married," Cain observed.

   "There is none who will marry us, husband.  For what you...What we have
done here.  We are married by nature, married by deed.  Take me now,"
Lilith had undone her dress as she spoke and she now let the material fall
away from her snow white skin unceremoniously.  She stood, clothed only in
the afternoon sun, radiant with it as it reflected from her flesh.

   Cain looked at her then, his eyes still wet and he saw the perfection of
Lilith's form.  The upturned swell of her breasts, topped with eager dark
nipples.  The inward curve of her taut belly, the plump rise of her pubis
mound covered with a dark tangle of pubic hair.  He felt the ache in his
loins, a desire which no coupling with lesser women could slake, and he
wanted her.  He stepped off the rock, undressing as he moved, so that when
he took Lilith in his arms, Cain's erection jutted out before him, pressing
itself to her body.

   "What have I done?" Cain whispered.

   The wind blew softly and the sun was warm, the day was like any other.
There was no answer.

   "Kiss me," he commanded her softly, but Lilith was unyielding.

   She'd done as much as she could and her face was a mask, made of stone
for all the emotion it showed him.  Cain grunted, pushing her to the ground
and spreading Lilith's legs.  He guided his cockhead between her nether
lips and pushed hard inside, feeling her dry and unresponsive.  The
temporary blockage of her hymen and the subsequent gasp gave Cain a
moment's pause...Cain thrust himself violently then, remembering the dark
one's prophecy and hating him for it.  He covered Lilith's rosy mouth with
his and found nothing there but emptiness, and even his desperation would
not silence her.

   "Ahhhh..." Lilith's body arched as the sharp lance of Cain's penetration
breached her will finally.  She cried out, over and over, and cold tears
ran down her cheeks, "Oh!  Abel...Abel..."



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