Jodi Lee - Ante Mortem

Everything looked in its place. Daniel could find no signs of a break-in or violence of any kind. He moved his way to the bedroom and immediately saw the remains of the crime scene. They’d done their best to clean up all the blood but the faded image of crimson still marred the hardwood.

He wanted to vomit, but fought the feeling off as he looked around. Everything looked just as he remembered it. He wandered over to Chad’s dresser and stared at pictures, keepsakes, the retro lava lamp and the baseball cap Chad wore every time he went to the local clubs.

Daniel reached down and touched the cap. “Oh Chad…” his eyes welled up and before he knew it, tears stream his cheeks. He recalled all the nights they spent drinking and dancing until dawn. God, if it wasn’t for Chad, Daniel would have never survived his coming out.

He knew he had to go, he couldn’t stay in the apartment any longer; the feelings came like a tidal wave. He turned to leave and spotted something strange behind the bedroom door.

He closed it and set eyes on what looked like three or four porcupine needles. Daniel bent to his knees for a closer look. They were long quills, impaling the wall and doorframe. What the Christ is this? He tried to pull one out but it wouldn’t budge.

Danny…

Chad’s voice called his name and he gasped, jumping to his feet and looking around the room. There was no one there.

Dusk painted the sky in shades of umber and red. Morgan entered his studio apartment overlooking Tremont Street just as the sun died. In his arms he carried a huge bouquet of flowers he’d bought himself at the corner market.

His breath formed frosty puffs in the air. “Damn, did I turn the AC up too high?” He started over to the air conditioner when the flowers wilted in his hands. “What the…?”

A rattling noise caught Morgan’s attention. Behind him the coat closet door shook. “Okay, is this some kind of joke?” He dropped his bouquet to the floor and stomped to the closet, throwing its door open.

Two azure pinpoints glowed in the darkness. A low growl rose and Morgan’s heart slammed against his chest, his pulse raced and his feet froze. A roar reverberated as a cluster of quills shot out of the closet.

They caught Morgan in the face and he stumbled against the wall. Another bunch soared across the room, pinning him in place. The creature lurched from the closet in a fury and the last thing Morgan saw before his world went black were those azure blue eyes.

Daniel reached the top of the stairs, digging out his key for the front door. As he entered the apartment, he saw Jeremy come out of the office in the back hall and run up the stairs to the bedroom.

Daniel eased the door closed and crept into the living room, and through to the back hallway. He noticed the office door was half closed. He peered upstairs—the bathroom light was on, but everything was quiet. He slipped into the office and saw the book on the computer desk across the room. He shivered as he made his way to the desk; the room seemed colder than the rest of the house.

One of the pages in the book was dog-eared so he flipped to it immediately, the section titled The Darg . He read on: Patron of jilted gay men. A creature of vengeance. Champion of the shunned.

Daniel couldn’t believe what he was reading. It was ignorant and superstitious, none of it could possibly be real. The page went on to describe a ritual involving a summoning beside a drawing of the creature, a hulking beast with pale skin and a body covered in quills. Daniel thought back to Chad’s apartment and what he’d found there. He looked over his shoulder at the second floor stairs . God, who am I living with? No! Impossible! None of this can be true. It’s insane. He would never…

There was more at the bottom of the page about driving the creature out. If the beast should see its own —

“Danny, is that you sweetie?” Jeremy called downstairs.

“Yes, I just got in,” Daniel called and slammed the book shut. He left the office and started upstairs.

“How was your day?” Jeremy asked.

“Uneventful.” He stopped in the bathroom doorway to see Jeremy slathering his face and neck with skin cream.

“I know you think this is silly but I need to do this. I’ll just get even uglier than I am already. I’m only four years from fifty.”

“Oh, Jeremy stop. You’re not ugly. No one thinks your ugly.”

“You’re sweet to say that love, but it’s not true. They all said I was ugly. All of them.”

“Who?”

“Everyone that left me. They refused to stay with me. Even now they still talk about me behind my back. Like I’m just a year away from being hideous.”

“Jeremy, I think you’re overreacting.” In the light of the bathroom, Daniel thought his lover’s hair was a little grayer than it had been in the morning.

“That’s easy for a twenty-six year old to say.”

“Yes, a twenty-six year old that chose you, Jeremy. So you can’t be all that ugly.”

Jeremy smiled a slightly crooked smile and took his hand. “That’s why I love you so much, Danny. You’re such a good person. Why don’t you get comfortable on the bed, I’ll be right in.”

“Okay.” Daniel went to the bedroom and turned on TV to lighten the mood. “I’m just gonna find something funny to watch.”

“Sure.”

Moments later Jeremy came in and eased Daniel back, onto the bed. They kissed and caressed each other, Daniel slid his hand over Jeremy’s face and paused. His face felt dry and brittle like parchment paper. Even after all that face cream?

An emergency news report broke out on the TV. “Morgan Westlake of Boston has been found murdered in his studio apartment this evening.”

“What?” Daniel stopped Jeremy’s kisses and locked his gaze onto the TV screen. “Morgan is dead? Didn’t you date him too, Jeremy?”

“We had a few dates, so what?”

“ So what? Two of your exes have been murdered. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“No, no it doesn’t.” Jeremy’s face flushed red and his eyes bulged. “They all had it coming!”

Daniel’s heartbeat quickened. A panicked feeling swelled inside him. He started to crawl off the bed when his cell phone rang. He answered it as Jeremy steamed, whose patience was obviously growing thin. “Peter, calm down what is it?”

“Someone’s killing all the gay men in the city. Zach’s dead too.”

“God, not Zach.” Daniel’s terror grew, his throat dry and his palms damp.

“I don’t think it’s safe anywhere, Dan. What are we going to do?”

Daniel eyed Jeremy. Images of the creature floated in Daniel’s mind. Jeremy’s face looked strange, aged somehow. “It’s going to be okay. Do you want me to come over?”

“No you don’t!” Jeremy snatched the phone out of Daniel’s hand and switched it off. “You’re not leaving me like all the others!”

“I’m not leaving you,” Daniel tried to sooth him. “He’s afraid and he’s my friend. I’m just going to check on him. I’ll come back.”

“You’re lying.”

“Jeremy, you’re overreacting.” Daniel edged himself to the door.

“You’re just like the rest of them!” Jeremy screamed. “You think I’m ugly! Don’t leave me Danny, you’ll regret it!”

Daniel bolted for the stairs, nearly tumbling down them.

“Don’t you leave me Danny! I showed them all, the whole goddamn gay community—and I’ll show you too! All of you, you are the ugly ones!”

Daniel managed to get to the street and make it to the subway without Jeremy in pursuit, ending up at Peter’s, who was more than grateful to see him. Safety in numbers Pete always said, ever since he, Chad and Daniel had narrowly escaped a gay bashing years ago.