Brick: An Urban Paranormal

by Natavia

  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he replied.

  “You think of women as obedient sex objects. I wonder where that came from. You are handsome, well-groomed and have a remarkable body, but you are single. Just admit that you’ve been heartbroken,” I said.

  “It was a long time ago,” he said.

  “But you are immortal, so I’m sure it means a few months ago in human life,” I replied, and he chuckled.

  “You do have a point there. My world moves very slowly. Let's just say I had special feelings for her, but she married another immortal,” he said.

  “And your psychic ass didn’t see that coming?” I asked.

  “I don’t always trust my capabilities. My visions are sometimes my dreams, and my dreams are sometimes my reality. I’m taking a chance when I believe in my visions,” he said.

  “Protect yourself from falling in love again. I think we both can agree on the same thing,” I replied. I thought about Rod and how badly he hurt me. I was depressed for a whole year behind our break-up. I gave him my all, and he threw it all away without any regrets. I still wanted to know why he left me, but my pride didn’t allow me to call him after he left my home that night.

  “I have to go to work now,” I said.

  “The building is closed down because the ceiling had a leak. Your boss is ready to call you,” he said. Before I could respond, my cell phone rang. It was Mr. Epstein who called to inform me that I was off for the next few days. After I hung up, Brick smiled at me. I rolled my eyes at him, and he chuckled.

  “What do you want to do today?” he asked.

  “Get away from you,” I replied.

  “You are stuck with me for the next few days. We can start this dating thing you speak of. Now, we can do this the easy way which is you following me to my car. The Brick way is me picking you up, and flying you through the sky. I might get a little playful and play football with you by the sun,” he said.

  I will follow you to your car like a lost, homeless puppy before you toss me through the clouds like a Frisbee, I thought.

  “The easy way it is,” he said.

  I placed my trash inside of a nearby trash can on my way to Brick’s car. I sat nervously in the passenger’s seat of his car. The creature was invading my life. I thought back to the movie, E.T, when the ugly little thing invaded the human's lives and became a family member. Brick was the same way. He just fell out of the sky and demanded I be a part of his life.

  “Your thoughts are funny,” Brick blurted out.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Can you cut that off? Where is the nearest hair salon?” he asked about my hair.

  “Wait one damn minute, Stone! I know damn well you aren’t taking me to get my hair done. I paid six-hundred human dollars for this hairstyle. Unlike your planet, we don’t use birds and sticks in exchange for goods. I work hard for my money,” I said. Brick roared in laughter.

  “I don’t like your hair. It’s too long and straight. Now either the stylist didn’t do a good job, or you have been neglecting the bird's nest. Either way, cut the shit off,” he replied.

  “Would it hurt if I slap you while you're in human form?” I asked.

  “Try it, beautiful,” he said. I threw my bottle of orange juice he bought for me at him, and it broke. The glass shattered into small pieces like dust. His clothes were drenched in orange juice, but it didn’t seem to faze him. Brick pulled over on the side of the road and laughed harder.

  I took my heel off and clocked him upside the head with it. The heel on my shoe broke, but they were old anyway. I had a pair of flip-flops I kept in my purse.

  “Calm down, woman. I’m just kidding with you,” he said after he caught his breath.

  “Just because the women on your planet have feathers doesn’t give you a right to talk about my hair,” I said.

  “You mean the horse’s hair? I saw a vision of where it came from, and let's just say that poor horse didn’t have a chance,” he laughed. Surprisingly, I fell over in laughter too.

  “Okay that was a good one, but this is Indian hair,” I replied.

  “No, it really isn’t. I wasn’t lying when I said I saw a vision of it. The Chinese woman you bought it from conned you out of your money,” Brick said.

  “That little bitch! I spent my whole check to pay for this hair. Take me to the beauty supply store. Make a U-turn right there,” I said.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to mess it up anyway. We still have a deal going on in case you forgot,” he said.

  “Whatever,” I replied.

  I got comfortable in my seat while I played Candy Crush on my phone. Brick drove for almost two hours until we came to an old church-like house that was in the middle of the woods. The stone statues that sat in front of it creeped me out. The statues had a body of a lion, a face like a dog and wings like a bird.

  “Those are the gargoyles you humans think about,” Brick said before he stepped out of the car. I got out the car and stared at the house. I was debating on if I wanted to go inside or not because it looked scary.

  “Is there a cult inside that house? Are you going to take my blood and impregnate me with a baby that looks like a gerbil with wings? If so, please kill me now to get it over with,” I said. Brick picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.

  “PUT ME DOWN!” I screamed.

  He ignored me as he walked me through the iron gates and up the stone steps of the house. The home was creepy and dark, but it was clean. It reminded me of a gothic setting with the ancient statues and candles that hung on the walls. He walked me up a spiral staircase that almost caused me to have a heart attack. The spiral and stone stairs didn’t have any rails. Minutes later, we were standing in a long hallway that seemed as if it didn’t end. He pushed a door opened and dropped me on the floor. It felt like heaven as I looked around. His room was so beautiful that it belonged on a resort in Fiji. Exotic birds sat inside of a water fountain in the middle of his room. His bed was bigger than a trampoline, and it had curtains around it. His room was filled with plants the size of trees. The ceiling was made out of glass.

  “Who decorated your room. This is so beautiful that it seems unreal,” I said.

  “I built everything in here with my bare hands. I work as an architect on Earth. The angels made the gargoyles build their kingdoms as they sat on their asses and did nothing,” he replied.

  “Angels? Wait, I thought angels were good people,” I said.

  “They are not really angels. We call them that because they look like them,” he replied.

  “So, it's almost like the queen bee and her workers?” I asked.

  “Yes, exactly,” he said.

  I sunk into his mattress when I sat on his bed. I fell back as if I was making a snow angel. I was sprawled out, and ready to take a nap. Brick shook me and woke me up. I woke up with a hangover that morning, so I needed a nap.

  “Stay up and keep me company,” he said.

  I sat up and rested on my elbows. My eyes almost popped out of my head because he was shirtless. His tall and muscular body caused me to have another dripping in my panties.

  I wonder if the ceiling at work is leaking more than my vagina, I thought.

  “Just say the word, and I can get rid of that itch for you,” he said.

  “I’m not in the mood,” I lied. He shrugged his shoulders and pressed a button on the wall. The wall in front of me opened, and a huge flat screen TV appeared in front of me. It had the same surround sound around the room like a movie theater.

  “I’m ready to take a shower. I hate the smell of orange juice. You will learn that lemons, oranges, and other citrus fruits are not our favorites. It burns gargoyles noses,” Brick said. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. My phone rang, and it was, Risha calling me.

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “What are you doing? I heard the office was closed today, so do you want to go out tonight? To a real club?” she asked
.

  “Okay,” I yawned.

  “Where are you at?” she asked.

  “Ummmm, I’m at Brick’s house,” I said.

  “Do you have on sexy panties?” she asked.

  “Will you mind your business?” I replied.

  “You are my business. I gotta make sure my best friend is prepared. Where is he at anyway? And why do I hear birds singing?” she asked.

  “He’s in the shower, and the birds are his pets,” I replied.

  “Are you a lesbian? Why is he taking a shower by himself? Get in there and get on your knees!” she yelled through the phone.

  “That wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t a jerk,” I said.

  “Earth to Nabila. All men are jerks until they are pussy whipped. Give him some of your blessings and don’t call me back until you do,” she said and hung up.

  I tried to watch the movie that was on, but I couldn’t because thoughts of Brick’s body underneath the water sent me over the edge. I felt myself walking towards his bathroom. I pushed the door opened, and his shower looked like a waterfall in a forest. I moved a few plants out of my way to get a better view. Brick stood underneath the rock shower head in all of his naked glory. His locs were stuck to his waist, and the branch like tattoos in his skin glowed. There was a huge tattoo of black wings which looked 3D that covered his back. He turned around and smiled at me while the water ran down his solid chest. My eyes traveled to the thing between his legs, and I stopped breathing. His dick was humongous, and the tip of him was almost the size of the bottom of a water bottle. The veins were thick like tree branches. The tip of his shaft glowed. It reminded me of when I was a little girl. I use to catch lightning bugs inside of a jar.

  “What in the hell is that? Why is it glowing like E.T’s finger?” I asked.

  “It’s part of what I am,” he replied.

  “Where does it fit?” I asked while staring at his monster.

  “The tip will make way for me to fit inside of you. Can you pass me a towel?” he asked. I couldn’t move as I stared at his beautiful and succulent piece. He pulled me into him and lifted me up against the shower’s wall.

  “Put me down!” I yelled at him. My skirt raised up to my hips exposing my purple lace panties. His sharp-like vampire teeth ripped open the center of my panties. My vaginal lips were poking out at him. I was sprawled out, and pinned against the wall above his head. His strength gave me a slight orgasm.

  “STOP!” I yelled, but he ignored me. A long tongue slipped from between his lips. I had forgotten the good-looking man was a monster within. I bit my lip when his tongue entered my pussy. He curved the tip of his tongue and flicked it across my g-spot. My pussy burst into his mouth like a broken pipe. I cried his name as he fucked me with his mouth. I didn’t want him to take his time. It’s been two years since a man has explored my walls. I wanted Brick to release the monster on me. He must’ve read my thoughts because his wings burst out of his back and wrapped around me. I was in dark place where I could only feel him. I squirmed and squealed as his tongue thrashed around inside of me. My nipples were hard like pebbles. I ripped opened my blouse and massaged my breasts. I threw my pussy against his mouth like a baseball, and his mouth caught it like a baseball glove. His mouth swallowed my center while he sucked on my clit. Sweat dripped down my breasts, and my toes curled. I was planted firmly against the wall with Brick pinning my legs up. His tongue was a dart, and my vagina was the dart board that hung on the wall. I screamed and cried his name as I came. Brick’s monster grumbled as I fed him. He moaned and dug his nails into my thighs while he feasted.

  Slurrrrrpppppp… Muah!

  “ARRGGHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed when his tongue went further in me. His snake-like tongue slithered around inside of me. I was still coming from when his tongue first entered me. I had the longest orgasm in my life. The wave was higher each time. He was inside of my womb. A place where only babies should visit. I had an elephant on my chest as I fought to breathe. It felt so good I hated it. I wanted it to be over because I could no longer handle the extreme pleasure he was giving me.

  “BRRICCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I sobbed like a baby. He lowered me onto the floor when my body went limp. His wings disappeared while he cradled me in his arms. My eye lids grew heavy as I fought to stay awake. He closed my eyes, and I wanted to curse him out because he treated me like I died with my eyes open, but I fell asleep instead.

  ***********

  I woke up to the sounds of loud banging and chains clanking against each other. I was still at Brick’s house. Brick was standing in the corner of the room punching a punching bag that was made out of cement. I cringed every time his fist slammed into the block of cement, but I knew he didn’t feel a thing. He beat the cement block until it cracked in half. He didn’t have not one bead of sweat on his forehead.

  “Good morning,” he said when he noticed I was awake.

  “Excuse me?” I asked.

  “You have been asleep since yesterday. I guess I can talk shit and back it up after all,” he bragged. I gave him the middle finger and climbed out of bed. My nipples were hard, and my vagina throbbed uncontrollably. My essence ran down my legs, and I panicked.

  “What did you do to me?” I asked, and he smirked.

  “Let's just say I made it hard for you to resist me. I boosted your sex drive. Pretty soon you will be the one attacking me. I’m going to get a kick out of watching you beg for my pleasure,” he said.

  “How can you boost my sex-drive?” I replied.

  “I studied the human anatomy of women out of curiosity. It’s almost the same as the immortals on my planet, but there is a slight difference. The vaginas are shaped differently, which made it easier for me to increase the blood flow within your vaginal walls. The increasing of the blood flow will keep you aroused. Oh, and you’ll be having wet accidents like the one you just had. You will thank me later,” he bragged.

  “Son-of-a-bitch! You are tricking me into giving you some!” I screamed at him. He winked at me and grabbed a bottle of water off the window-sill.

  “Just think of a cat being in heat,” he laughed.

  I hurriedly got dressed. I grabbed my purse and stormed out of his room. I was practically running down the stone spiral staircase that didn’t have a railing. I lost my footing and fell over. I screamed as I watched my life flash before my eyes. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer until I realized I wasn’t falling to my death anymore. I opened my eyes, and it was Brick holding me in his arms.

  “I almost died,” I said.

  “I was thinking about it, but you can’t let good food go to waste,” he said eyeing my vagina.

  “I’m ready to go home,” I replied.

  “You don’t have anything else to do, and your friend called while you were sleeping. I told her that you are going to be busy for a few days,” he said. I pushed him away when he stood me up.

  “You answered my phone?” I asked.

  “Unfortunately, I did because it was annoying,” he said. He walked off, and I followed him into a modern kitchen.

  “I’m surprised your kitchen doesn’t look like a bat cave,” I said.

  “Cook something for me to eat,” he said.

  “What do you eat?” I asked.

  “The same thing you humans eat, but I’m not big on pizza and anything else with tomato sauce,” he replied. I decided to cook for him because the jerk saved my life.

  “I’m going to my office to set up a few appointments,” he said.

  “You really do work, huh?” I asked.

  “Yeah, and don’t take too long. I’m starving,” he said. He picked up a basket of bananas and took it out of the kitchen with him. My phone rang, and it was, Risha.

  “Oh, thank God! I thought he killed you. I haven’t talked to you since yesterday morning. He answered your phone and told me to stop fucking calling you. I almost cursed him out, but he had a little base in his voice. Tell him I said, the next time he disrespects me we are fighting,�
� she said, and I giggled.

  “You want to be gangster behind his back?” I asked, and she laughed.

  “Yeah, he sounds like he’s hood. Where is from? Baltimore?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” I lied.

  “Does he have shiny, gold teeth and a tear-drop tattoo underneath his eye? Give me a visual so I can be prepared,” she said.

  “He doesn’t have any of those things, but he does have a body covered in drawings. He’s an architect, and no he doesn’t have a criminal background,” I replied. Risha liked bad boys—very bad boys.