Urban Legends, Black Daisy

Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, all made up!


Black Daisy


Karl shivered, glaring at the cemetery gate. He could still see the tail lights of Brian’s car. It was too late.
Nervously he glanced around. It had not seemed so bad four hours ago but back then he had been sitting in a fast-food restaurant with the absolute in-gang of his school. They had strict rules for entry.
Tomorrow Karl would be sixteen and since he had already fulfilled all the little requests and dares over the last few weeks he only had to make it through the final dare. Spending the night at a haunted cemetery.

He turned, closing his eyes and counting slowly to ten. “Fool,” he muttered, glancing up at the black sky. It was cloudy and only now and then did he manage to sneak a look at the full moon. Shaking his head once more he walked towards the middle of the graveyard. He needed to fond somewhere to stay in case it would rain.
His eyes flickered from left to right as he walked down the aisle of stones, silent watchers that marked his every step. Small wisps of fog danced around the stones in spite of the warm spring night and a soft breeze ruffled his hair, as though bidding him goodbye.
The air was heavy with scents, flowers from new graves, damp earth, burnt-out candles and something else he could not quite label. Honeysuckle perhaps.

Karl stopped as he came to a grave he easily recognized. A five-year-old boy who had been strangled by the cords of his anorak as he had fallen down the stairs. The cords had got caught in the railing.
He gasped as the temperature suddenly dropped several degrees. An owl hooted. He was beginning to understand why this cemetery was said to be haunted. Wishing he had taken a warmer pullover along he forced himself to go on, till he stopped, frozen in his tracks and staring at the statue in front of him.

Ivy had started to climb up the statue of the sitting boy, glistening black and green in the broken moonlight. Silver and blue mingled on the white stone, giving the shadows and lines an almost life-like quality and warmth. The statue was sitting cross-legged, hands outstretched as if reaching for someone to hold him and the wings sprouting from his shoulders curled protectively around the shelter his arms seemed to offer.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice suddenly asked, speaking Karl’s thoughts aloud.
“Who are you?” Karl demanded, angry with himself for being scared so easily, “Why are you here?”
The other boy laughed softly, a tinkling sound like bells on moonlight. “I am David,” he grinned, revealing two lines of perfect white teeth, “Who are you?”
“Karl…” the Kiwi answered automatically, mesmerized by the way the pale moonbeams highlighted David’s red-blond hair, “Don’t I know you?” he frowned as David laughed again, the sound wrapping itself around his senses like a spell.
“No,” blue eyes twinkled, “I’m sure we would remember each other if we had met before.”
“Why are you here?” Karl repeated, suddenly noticing that David had never answered his question.
“I’ve come to look at the statue,” David shrugged as Karl raised his eyebrows, “I sometimes do that when I’m feeling lonely.”
“Ah…” the two lapsed into silence, staring at the statue in front of them.
“It looks a bit like you,” Karl finally remarked, his eyes following the shimmering trails the first raindrops left on the white hair and wings, “It’s strange,” Karl continued, ignoring the cold prickling of rain on his skin, “I wonder why someone would chose a statue like this to watch over the children’s graves. I mean.. don’t they usually use cherubs or female angels for that?”
“They do.” David was so close to Karl now that the Kiwi could almost feel the hear emanating from the other’s body, “But this isn’t a guardian angel.”
Karl frowned. “Why? What’s different?”
“That statue belongs to a grave,” David explained, “Some years ago a boy, I think he was seventeen or eighteen, was found dead in the woods nearby.”
“Oh, how did he die?”
“The police said it was drug abuse…” he trailed off.
“But?” Karl probed, unconsciously leaning closer to the other boy.
“The evidence suggested that he.. had been with someone.”
“And you think that someone killed him?”
“Maybe.” David was still standing behind him but Karl could hear him smile.
Small beads of rain trickled into Karl’s neck, slowly soaking his pullover and causing him to shiver again.
“You’re cold,” David whispered, There’s a shed nearby,” Davis’s hand was both cold and warm at the same time, “We can hide from the rain there,” David smiled again, “Unless you’d rather go home…”
“No, no,” Karl shook his head, “I’ve got to spend the night here.”
A trail of honeysuckle was among the many fragrances that followed them through the damp night air.


~ ~ ~


It was almost pitch black in the shed, even though they had left the door open to allow the little light from outside in. David and Karl had hung their wet pullovers over some spades and were now sitting on the floor, facing each other with their knees almost touching.
“Why do you have to spend the night here?” David asked, rubbing his hands to warm his fingers.
“It’s a dare,” Karl mumbled, “The last test I have to pass.”
“Ah,” David grinned, “That sort of thing… How old are you?”
“Sixteen, and you?”
“Seventeen.”
Karl started to ask a question but quickly shut up as the church bells began to ring. “Twelve,” he breathed, “Midnight.”
“Yes. Are you afraid?”
“Afraid?” Karl glared at David, “Me? Never!” He flinched as the bell struck once more. “Thirteen?” he whispered, “But.. that’s impossible!”
“Who knows?” David’s smile seemed to blend out the rest of the world, “Midnight,” he waggled his eyebrows, “The witching hour. Everything could happen now…”
“Yeah, sure,” Karl jeered, “And pigs can fly.”
David simply smiled again.
“What was that?” Karl jumped up, wildly staring at the open door, “Did you hear that?”
“No,” David whispered behind him, his breath ghosting over Karl’s neck, “I didn’t hear a thing.”
”But there was something!” Karl insisted, turning to stare directly into two incredibly blue eyes, “I’m sure I heard something and….” Karl’s sentence became a muffled moan as David suddenly captured his lips in a kiss. He could hear the blood rushing through his head, drowning out the cacophony of the falling rain.
Warm lips met his again, demanding entrance. Karl moaned, staring into David’s eyes in shock as a flash of moonlight painted them silver. Shivering he relaxed into the warm arms encircling him, rubbing himself against the warm body in front of him. Panting they broke apart.
“David,” Karl whispered, “I’m not… I mean..”
“It’s okay,” David gently sealed Karl’s lips with his index finger, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, okay?”
Karl nodded, wondering at the strange tightening of muscles in his stomach. David’s laughter drifted past his ears once more and Karl followed willingly as the older boy drew him back into the shed.


~ ~ ~


“How did you do that?” Karl’s eyes were wide with wonder as he crouched closer, staring at the small fire in the middle of the shed.
“It’s quite easy,” David was kneeling behind Karl, running his hands over the younger boy’s shoulders, “All you have to do is rub two sticks together and.. voila!”
“I think I’m glad I met you,” Karl grinned, breath catching in his throat as he turned his head, “David…”
Brilliant blue eyes sparkled back at him, reflecting the golden dance of the flames. Karl could have sworn that he heard an echo of David’s laughter as they kissed, firm lips moving against each other, arms hungrily drawing each other close, hands clawing at shirts and jeans, desperate to remove all obstacles between them.
Warm skin pressed against Karl in a feathery whisper, maddening him by being there and then gone the next second.
“Relax,” David whispered, straddling Karl and pushing him to the ground, “Nothing you don’t want, remember?”
“Yes,” Karl moaned, lost in David’s touch and voice, “Please…”
The smell of honeysuckle invaded Karl’s nostrils as David’s lips traveled over his body, setting his skin on fire with desire.
“Gods…” Karl groaned, arching into the caresses David bestowed on him, “More…”
David chuckled, drawing Karl deeper into an almost trance-like state. Passion-glazed dark-brown eyes stared incredulously at David as the blond dipped his head, licking playfully at the base of Karl’s hardened member, before placing small butterfly kisses up the whole length.
“Are you read?” he whispered into Karl’s ear, nibbling at the sensitive flesh.
“Yes..” Karl moaned, “Yes, always…”
“Good.” David grinned as he waited for the other boy to take the proffered hand, finally drawing Karl into a sitting position.
“Come on.” David sat down, leaning back against the wall of the shed as he guided Karl to sit on his lap.
“Soon,” he promised as Karl gasped again, passion drawing awareness from his eyes.
A tickling fire seemed to coil inside of Karl as he felt David’s hardened flesh against his own, felt a few drops of pre-come slicken their shafts. He tensed as David’s fingers sought out his entrance, probing the clenching muscles.
“Please…” Karl gasped, “Don’t… I’ve never… never been..”
“Okay,” David kissed Karl’s collarbone, suckling at the heated skin but nevertheless continuing to slip a finger into Karl, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do..” he kissed Karl again.
“I… don’t want you to…” Karl gasped between moans as David’s thumb brushed over his erect nipple.
“It’s okay,” David said again, “You want me to, don’t you?”
Karl’s body seemed to tingle with sensation.
“You want me to take you,” David whispered again, “You want me. Just say it.”
“I… want you.. to take me…” Karl gasped, hanging onto David as if his life depended on it.
Another finger entered him, stretching him even further. Karl moaned in protest as the fingers suddenly withdrew, leaving him feeling empty and alone.
“Please,” Karl begged, his voice almost too hoarse to form the word, “Need…”
“I know,” David kissed Karl’s jaw, “Just a second…”
Karl’s eyes widened, shock showing through the cloud of passion as David’s member nudged his entrance, pushing through the first ring of muscles.
“No..:” Karl panted, tears in his eyes, “Too big.. please… don’t…”
“But you wan,” David whispered, looking his gaze with Karl’s as he slowly pushed the other boy down, “You told me you want this.”
“I want this,” Karl repeated, releasing a ragged breath as a sharp pain soared through him, “David…”
The older boy did not answer and instead grabbed Karl’s hips, holding the Kiwi in place as he sat a slow rhythm.
“Please…” Karl groaned, tears flowing freely, “Stop…” Karl inhaled deeply, yelping as David suddenly changed the angle of his thrusts and brushed his prostrate. Pain and pleasure mingled and Karl found himself growing hard again as he started to move with David, stroking himself in the rhythm the older boy was setting.
“So.. tight…” David groaned, bucking as he came together with Karl, filling the other with a burning pleasure.
Karl slumped forwards, resting his head against David’s chest, panting and gasping for breath. He sighed as the blonde’s arms encircled him, drawing him closer to the warm skin.
“Tired,” he whispered, his voice muffled by David’s skin, “So tired…”
“Then sleep,” David kissed the nape of Karl’s neck, “Sleep…”
“Will I see you again?” Karl mumbled sleepily, “I mean, after tomorrow morning?”
”You will, “ David promised, resting his chin on Karl’s head and then adding, “You will be with me forever.”
The sleeping boy in his arms never heard the last whisper.


~ ~ ~


A pale sun rose in a cold blue sky as another spring morning came to greet the world. Sunlight crept into the cemetery, throwing the church’s long shadows over graves and grass, dulling their dewy sparkle. Fresh and withered flowered alike glistened in the morning sun.
Amidst the children’s graves sat the statue of an angel cross-legged on a bed of ivy, wings folded protectively around the only jeans-clad figure in his arms.
Karl was sitting on the statue’s lap, his face as white as the angel’s, whose white marble hair shimmered red-blond in the morning light as the first birds of the day raised their voice in song.

~ Finis ~