Silently Screaming

Seagram grumbled in his car; his life had become a shambles. A dull shambles, where all he did was go underappreciated at his job, come home to ungrateful children, and go unloved by his wife. It was an inescapable mire from which he saw no escape. Now as he sat in his car as it idled in the driveway, all he could do was scream at the futility of it all, he screamed until he was red in the face, until his voice was ragged, until he said to himself in defeat

“What does it even matter anymore?” he slammed his head against the steering wheel, gathered his things, then sadly walked into his house.

He noticed first how silent the house was. Like a tomb for his hopes and aspirations. Seagram listlessly dragged himself up to his bathroom maybe a shower and getting blackout drunk would numb him to the state of his life at least for a little while anyway. As he made it up to the second floor Seagram heard the giggles and the moans. Rolling his eyes Seagram opened the door, and saw his boss balls deep in his wife.

“So, it’s not enough to take credit for my genius but now you want my wife too? You truly are the scum of the earth, Tom.” Said Seagram his face tightening with rage

“Seagram, buddy, this isn’t what it looks like. Also, genius?  Getting a little big headed there aren’t we?” Thomas replied smugly

“Oh really? Because it looks like you’re fucking my wife. Please tell me how that’s wrong.”  Said Seagram approaching his bed

Before Thomas could speak, Seagram slammed his briefcase into his head

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Seagram screamed

Thomas scrambled around the room gathering his things. Seagram looked from his boss and his wife filled with an all-consuming rage. He couldn’t believe her for betraying him this way. He knew their marriage was over a long time ago, but neither of them wanted the responsibility of saying it. But now in this moment Seagram was so incensed he didn’t know what he would do. Thomas quickly scampered out of the house, As he locked the door, Seagram looked up to the second floor at his wife, then he blacked out.

Seagram woke up the next day in his car, most of last night had been a blur. Before he could think much on it, he looked at his watch and realized how late he was running, Seagram quickly ran into the house, showered, and got dressed. As he finished Seagram looked at his closed bedroom door, he thought about confronting his wife, but decided against it, he was late enough as it is. Instead, he ran back out to his car and got on the road. What followed was forty-five minutes of Seagram alternatively cursing both the futility of his life and the mire of traffic he found himself trapped in. He was about twenty minutes late as he pulled into the parking lot, there was someone in his space. This day was growing more frustrating by the second. Seagram decided he was late enough, and just found another spot.

Seagram spent the day in a haze of anger. He tried to focus on his work but at the slightest provocation he’d likely explode at someone. He made it to lunch, he was positively starving. Did he eat last night? He couldn’t remember. Seagram, got up from his desk and headed for the elevator. It was here that he saw Thomas for the first time since last night. Neither man said anything. But out the corner of his eye, Seagram could see Thomas shrinking away from him. His life may have been falling to pieces, but knowing that that fucker was afraid gave Seagram a measure of satisfaction. Sitting down in the food court, Seagram was actually smiling.

Seagram found himself bouncing as he headed back to his desk, seeing Thomas afraid of him gave his mood an unimaginable boost. He breezed through his work, of course he should have known that his happiness wouldn’t last. It started with the meeting. It was forty five minutes of Thomas taking credit for Seagram’s work, yes now that they weren’t alone Thomas was his typical smug self again. It took Seagram every fiber of his being not to start beating him with his briefcase all over again. After that, Thomas gave him a mountain more of work, ensuring he could get back over to his house to fuck his wife some more. All of the positivity he had felt had quickly dissipated from Seagram.

It was almost seven when Seagram was finally done, seeing all of his coworkers leaving to go home to their happy lives filled him with a seething rage, and he was finally sick of it. Today would be the last day that Thomas would emasculate him. He got up from his desk and began walking to Thomas’ office. He was met at the pass by Thomas’ annoying assistant Jeremy, to say this man had his head up Thomas’ ass would be a gross understatement.

“Whoa Mr. S, the big cheese asked not to be disturbed.” Said Jeremy, his voice oozing with mock cheerfulness.

“I don’t give a shit what he said, get out of my way you jackass.” Replied Seagram attempting to move past

“He said no, don’t make me call security you weirdo.” said Jeremy the saccharine cheer completely leaving his voice

Before he knew what happened, Seagram had slugged him. He couldn’t stop himself either. This was far too cathartic, he just kept hitting Jeremy over and over again until he stopped moving. Then standing up and straightening his tie, Seagram let himself into Thomas’ office. Thomas didn’t notice at first, he was too busy plowing a buxom blonde, the irony of Thomas screwing this woman in his office while a massive oil painting of his wife watched like a captive audience wasn’t lost on Seagram. It seemed as though Thomas jammed his dick into everything but his wife. Paying the two of them no mind, Seagram began making himself a drink. As he watched his boss, Seagram weighed his options. He could come in here yelling like a sociopath, which would likely lose him his job, or he could really do something that would make him feel better.

Seagram finished his drink then shattered the glass on the countertop of Thomas’ bar

“Goddamn that hits the spot, Thomas you bastard? You’ve got some quality shit!”  Seagram exclaimed loud enough for Thomas to hear

“Jesus Christ, Seagram! What the hell are you doing in here? Fucking Jeremy. I told him I didn’t want to be disturbed. Jesus, it is impossible to find good help these days.” Said Thomas angrily, walking over to his intercom to yell at Jeremy

Seagram approached his boss with a devilish grin on his face, he knew what he was about to do and the prospect of it drove him to near ecstasy. The prostituted fidgeted nervously as if she had some raw animal instinct about what Seagram would do. Seagram shushed her and stalked up to Thomas. Before he knew what was happening Seagram jabbed the broken glass into Thomas’ neck. The spurt of blood in his mouth awoke something in Seagram. He felt more alive murdering Thomas than he had in decades. The hooker bolted for the door but it was too late, Seagram was on her he grabbed one of Thomas’ statues and began to pummel her, a look of wild glee etched on his face. By the time he had finished, there was nothing but a red smear where the hooker’s head used to be. Seagram stood up, he felt liberated, as though for once her was finally in control of his life. He didn’t want the feeling to end, but hear just outside that Jeremy had recovered and would soon be calling security. Seagram had to leave, and quickly. He left Thomas’ office and eyed Jeremy up and down like a jackal.

“Security is already on the way you fucking lunatic.” Jeremy said in a trembling voice

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Jeremy.” Said Seagram menacingly before ducking into the staircase

The run down to his car was an exhilarating one, Seagram never knew if he was being chased or not, he just felt alive. Seagram drove home in a state of absolute euphoria. He couldn’t wait to go home and see his wife. As he pulled into his driveway, Seagram gripped the steering wheel of his car positively oozing with excitement. He bounded out of his car like a child running to open gifts on Christmas morning. As he opened the front door the memories of last night came flooding back to him. The house was blissfully quiet as Seagram had killed his children last night. He had smothered his son in his sleep, and had dropped a speaker in his daughter’s bathwater. Now all that was left was his wife. Seagram trapsed up to his room, he delighted in the things he would do to her. Seagram had been a rational man for all of his life, but what he saw before him now? It didn’t make sense, it was impossible.

Before him, Seagram saw an unimaginably beautiful man, he had blonde hair, eyes that reminded him of the sweetest sangria, and a pair of onyx pinions that held him aloft. He looked like an angel, it was the only apt description for what Seagram was looking at. This dark angel glided around the room with Seagram’s wife in his arms. Her body spasmed as the angel drank from her. It was all deeply erotic to Seagram, he needed to learn more. He had never really explored his sexuality, but Seagram could see himself doing anything for this Adonis in front of him

“Who are you? What are you?” Seagram asked in an awed whisper

“Who I am? I am Angelus Voluptatem. As for what I am? Come Seagram you’re an intelligent man don’t insult us both with such banal questions. You know full well what I am.” Said Angelus in a seductive whisper

“A vampire.” Seagram shuddered. He wasn’t ready for that voice it was silk that caressed the deepest parts of him

“Precisely.” Angelus said casually tossing Seagram’s wife against a wall

“Why do you want me?” Seagram asked glibly

“I’ve seen your artwork, Seagram. Your passion for murder intrigues me. Come with me Seagram, come with me and I can show you ways to take your passions, your art to heights that even the gods couldn’t dream.” Said Angelus opening his arms invitingly

“Yes Angelus, I will come with you. I will become your pupil.” Said Seagram, walking into Angelus’ arms

As Angelus flew off into the night, all Seagram could think to himself was how damn good it felt to finally be appreciated.