A second stage-diver appeared, bouncing onto the platform and tossing a fist in the air before launching himself after it. But this one had miscalculated. He had aimed himself at the space between me and Damien. We saw him coming at the same moment, reached up, grabbed his shoulders with one hand each and pulled down hard. He hit the floor face first, boots spinning out of sight, as Bruce reached the last verse.
“The flames of the battle are dying away now.
The corpses are heaped in pile upon pile.
With fear in our hearts we crawl from concealment.
Blood touches our skin – we choke down the bile.
Astonished, we walk amongst sinners and demons.
The first rays of sunlight appear in the East:
A new day is dawning as terror forsakes us.
With smiles on our faces we worship the Beast.”
And that was it. The end of the song. There was silence for a split second, while heads stopped bouncing up and down, then the audience erupted in a roar of appreciation. Every single person on the floor was yelling, screaming, waving their fists in the air. Most of us took up a chant. “Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!”
Bruce tossed his hair back and planted his microphone stand at the front of the stage. He raised his hands, acknowledging the response. The club belonged to these five. He raised his mike. The chant slowed.
“Hello! How the fuck are we?”
There was a surge of noise in response.
“It’s fucking nice to be back. It’s been too long.”
There was a shriek from the back of the room. Bruce raised his eyebrows.
“Seems we’ve got some ladies in the crowd tonight.” More shrieks. “Any of you girls want to suck some Blood?” This raised a few smiles, and a chorus of screams from one corner of the room.
Bruce picked up on it immediately. “Scream for me, Irish Club!” We did. “Scream for me, Irish Club!” We did. “This next song… is… the Howl of the Banshee!”
And so it was.
Extract from Burning Roses, a decadent tale of sex, drugs, rock n roll & magick. Available from www.amazon.com/author/burning
If anyone actually reads these things, I recently posted a cheeky short horror story on Amazon, just in time for Xmas. It’s called Inner Beauty. 99 American cents on Amazon. You could find it by following the above link. Or, in the festive spirit, you could follow this one – SmashWords – and download it for free. For a limited period. Or until I change my mind.
There’s also a new radio play – Fiddlesticks – available from various online retailers – Fiddlesticks . Because I can’t resist a challenge…
Till next time. Cheers.
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