Fatal Attractions...

Currently Listening To: Such Gold - Stand Tall EP

Now...lets get to the real juicy stuff...the reason why you all actually read this thing (thank you for doing so), yet another strange story from the lovely campus in dreary, old Belmont, CA, Notre Dame de Namur University.

If you are or every have been a student at NDNU, you know about the random "hook-ups" that take place around campus. On any given night you would be able to hear something going on in someones dorm room. I remember this one night standing outside a second floor New Hall room (these peoples names will be withheld for the sake of embarrassment), music blaring and the sound of two people really laying into one another. It was awkward and after a few chuckles I went about my business.

The most memorable couple I remember from campus was a strange one to say the least. This involves a girl named Lilian Havily and the guy named Blaze Kesler. Now, just to give you a little background on these people, they were extremely socially awkward. They did not talk to anyone else around campus, they ate every single meal together in the back of the cafe, they even scheduled ALL their classes together so they never had to be apart. The reason why I know all of this is because Blaze had a room in my New Hall dorm. I knew Blaze was "different" because the first time we meet he walked into our New Hall common area and moved straight toward his room, head down and slammed the door behind him, saying nothing. I didn't even get the opportunity to introduce myself. I stood there for a moment, scratched my head and returned to getting my room situated. While I was doing this I thought to myself that the kid is just shy and I he will open up to one of these days. I was wrong.

Blaze and Lilian meet during Freshman orientation. They were perfect for each other. They were both into being anti-social, consistently only wore black clothing, and loved to fuck to the band Nine Inch Nails. It was not long before Lilian was spending every single night in Blaze's dorm room. I could hear them every night banging and to be completely honest, it was disturbing. Instead of hearing passionate moans I heard screams as if some one was being tortured and it was obvious they did not care who was hearing them because this happened all the time. It would keep me up at night and when I would finally get to sleep the screams would be there in my nightmares. I finally went to student services to consult with the head of student life about my issue, but as usual she told me to try and figure it out myself and talk with Blaze. That never happened. Every time I tried to talk to him he was never there or he would ignore my knocks on his door (his door was always closed and he was very private). I would go around campus looking for him but he was nowhere to be found and I was getting pissed off to say the least. I knew that I would just have to suck it up for two more weeks before I could request a room change.

I was hanging out with my friend Stephanie, listening to good pop punk music (Daggermouth and Living With Lions to be precise) and drinking cheap champagne. I was telling her about what a nightmare it was to live with Blaze and she could not believe what I had to endure. She excused herself to use our restroom, but as soon as she left my room she returned and she said that Blaze's door was open. I jumped out of my seat, nearly spilling over the bottle of cheap booze and grabbed her wrist and lead he over to the mysterious room. I moved slowly as I cracked the door open inch by inch and discovered that the two weirdos were not present, they were probably off preforming some kind of animal sacrifice. The room was completely covered in some kind of black wall paper. The room smelt of some kind of rubber or latex. Blaze's bed was lofted just enough to have his chest of drawers under it. I, being the curious one, began to snoop around the tiny room looking around for anything out of place and my eye fell upon some black leather strap hanging out of one of the drawers. I opened to drawer and my jaw dropped onto the floor (that's a metaphor people). I do not know if any of you are familiar with BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Sado-Masochism), but it was now clear what was happening in this room. I did my best not to disturb anything because I did not want Blaze to know I had been in his room, but from just eyeballing the drawer I saw his sexual implements: metal handcuffs, leather collars, a "spider gag", nipple clamps, a cock harness, ball stretchers, bondage tape, a slave mask, fist mitts, knee pads, a flogger, and Ben Wa balls. Stephanie and I had enough of this freak show, so I closed the drawer and exited the room how we found it. We went back to my room and filled our glasses and came to the conclusion that what ever kind of relationship they were engaged in was dangerous and it would not be to long before one of them gets really hurt from their bizarre sexual rituals. We were right.

About a week later, Friday night around 11pm, I was with Stephanie and we heard screaming coming from Blaze's room, not unusual, but this time it was different. It was screaming and intense weeping and coughing and pleading. We walked into the middle of the common area and we stood there very worried and I realized that this non-sense had gone on long enough. I stepped outside and called "Public Safety" on my cell phone and told them that my roommate and his girlfriend were causing a disturbance. They said they would be along in a couple minutes to help me out. Stephanie and I stood in the middle of the common area staring at the door trying to imagine what was going on in that room, but neither of us could have guessed what was actually taking place. All the sudden Blaze's room was quiet and this disturbed me even more, I grabbed Stephanie's hand I could tell she was scared and then there was a knock on the front door that made us jump. I lead the two safety officers to Blaze's door and they rapped on his door with a forceful knock. A voice called out saying that every thing was fine, but they were not satisfied, they wanted to speak face to face. The voice said not to disturb the couple, but the safety officer decided to open the door with his all access key to talk to them. They opened the door and began to yell. I moved toward the door and looked into the room and saw Blaze on his bed straddling a lifeless, bloody body. The couples sexual practices had become too tame and they had started to experiment with "sexual cutting". The point of this was to lightly drag a knife (in this case a razor) across a body part to draw a little bit of blood to induce sexual arousal. But Blaze became too greedy with the blade. He began slicing deeper and deeper into his lover, Lilian, but did not know the extent of his cutting would end up killing the poor girl. He had sliced her up and down her back, along the inner part of her thighs and arms. She was screaming, but he took these cries of pain as screams of pleasure and he went into a sexual frenzy. They pulled Blaze down from the bed and grabbed him some clothes from the floor and immediately called the police. Stephanie ran out of the room, but I stood near Blaze's doorway in shock. I moved passed the threshold and stood on a chair to view Lilian's lifeless body, blood pooling in the center of the bed, her eyes starring straight into mine. I left the room and joined Stephanie outside, holding her and we cried. I can still see Lilian's dead eyes starring at me in my dreams to this day.