Eat the Rude

  Will Graham rolled over in his hotel room bed. He had left the window open tonight. He could see the Effile Tower twinkling against the blue black of the night sky. He wondered what he was really doing in Paris. He hadn't found any evidence to suggest Hannibal Lecter's presence. The one thing he couldn't let go of was the appearance of the nightmare stag that first night with Juliette. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes as he let his thoughts drift to Juliette. Will had impressed himself with his own prowess when it came to her. Never in his life did he think he was capable of making a woman writhe and beg for more beneath him. He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard a stern knock at his door. He sat up careful not to make too much noise getting out of bed and pulling his .38 pistol from the bedside table. He threw on a t shirt and walked to the door.

    "Stupid French hotels not putting peep holes in their doors." he thought to himself as he stood back to the door holding his pistol.

    "Who is it?" Will asked, trying to sound as menacing as possible.

    "Will, it's Juliette. Open the door."

    "Shit." Will muttered under his breath.

He hurried to the bedside table and put his gun back in the drawer. He straightened a few things and fixed his hair in the mirror before finally opening the door. He felt like his jaw dropped to the floor. He must have at least raised his eyebrows because Juliette smirked as she leaned against the door frame. Her emerald green dress slipped low on one of her shoulders. Her dark red hair was windblown and mussed and there was something in her smile that aroused him in so many ways.

    "Are you going to invite me in or should I we just continue in the hallway Mr. Graham?"

Will loved it when she called him Mr. Graham. The way her voice sounded when she said his name made a chill shoot up his spine. She brushed past him as she walked in his room. She sat down on the edge of his bed and kicked off her black heels. Will turned and ran his hand along the back of his neck. He watched Juliette slide her dress off and crawl under the sheets of his bed. She arched her eyebrow as she motioned for him to join her. Will pulled his shirt and boxers off and slid into the bed next to her. He kissed her deeply, falling back on the bed as she shifted on top of him. Will moaned as she slid onto him. Nothing had ever felt this good to him. Then, out of the darkness behind her, he saw something move. His entire body went rigid. Standing at the edge of his bed the tall, emaciated man covered in black. The antlers tall and jagged. His eyes were cold and dark. Will gripped the sheets and his eyes widened in terror. He watched as it moved behind Juliette, running it's long, black tongue along her shoulders. Juliette moaned and rode Will harder. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. It's black fingers slid over Juliette's skin, slipping along her collarbone and down her breasts, all the while it never took it's eyes off Will. He could feel the orgasm starting to build within him. Juliette moaned his name and came, throbbing around him. Will felt the orgasm shoot down his spine in a blinding flash. He closed his eyes tightly, hiding behind them if only for a moment. When he opened them, it was gone. Juliette smiled as she slid next to him on the bed. Will knew deep within himself, that he had possibly just sold what was left of his soul to the devil.