The television mutters in the other room, white noise in the back ground to fill my mind as I fulfil my needs, feed my tendencies. I find it surprisingly easy to forget my humanity here, in this place. To let the demon that lives in me breathe, spread her wings and destroy. The Reaper has been lurking near these past few days, his steely eye on mine whenever I allow him to catch it. Grim is a bad sport, I’ve found. I’d really don’t fucking care that his schedule is thrown out of whack by my extracurricular activities. A girl has to live after all.
The newscaster has a delightfully sonorous voice that sets my nerves on edge along with my teeth. He is speaking of yet another body found, this time in pieces each encased in a balloon and left at the bottom of a public pool. Police have no suspects. Oh look, a composite drawing of the victim. Morons, they got the eyes wrong. They always do. Ingenious plan though, even if I do say so myself.
My current friend is coming out of her unconsciousness like a champ. She is very strong. I chose well this time, the fight she puts up refreshing to the mewling whining the others have given in response. “You bitch.” Her muffled voice is low and mean, full of killing passion. I smile as my mouth fills with water, pouting my lips slightly. “Music to my ears. Welcome back.”
Her golden honey brown eyes glare at me, sparkling with dagger dripping fury that fly in my direction. “He’ll come for me, and you fucking know it, he’ll KILL YOU,” she spits at me, baring her teeth at me in a snarl so deep that I could see the delicate lining of her upper lip, pink as a virgin’s folds. Her rage ebbs slightly as I stride across the room to where she sits on the floor, squatting down and spreading my knees, making my small skirt slide sensuous up my thighs. “You’re a whore,” she bites, “you think I want to see that?” lifting her chin to gesture towards the bareness I’d revealed.
“He’ll come and then we will see won’ t we darling,” I chuckle, running my fingers along the smoothness of her throat to the shelf of her chin, and pull my hand back quickly as she snaps at them with her strong white teeth. “I don’t care if you don’t want to see. You’re free not to look, yet you did..” I laugh at her, rising to my feet on my 3 inch heels and pulling on the chain that bolts her to the wall, making it rattle like a metal maracas. She begins to sob, and desperately pull at the silver collar that surrounds her neck, her body wracked with the force of her fear and grief. I stand for a moment, watching her and finding myself disgusted with all this emotion. “You can stop crying. Your tears mean nothing to me. You were warned, I did so on several occasions. As you can see, patience is not one of my strongest Virtues.” She looks up at me, regarding me with dawning horror, finally understanding and knowing I was right.
A knock at the door disturbs our discussion, and I excuse myself to answer the insistent ringing of the bell. Apparently Patience isn’t my visitor’s strong suit either. I can hear muttering and grumbling from the other side, a fist pounded against the heavy wooden door. A male voice I recognise, in a snit it sounds like. How wonderful, we can begin, I think as I open the door and am nearly bowled over by the force of his embrace. His hands are everywhere as he pushes me backwards, pinning me between his body and the wall with a lip bruising kiss as his hand finds its way under my skirt.
“You changed the locks you bitch.” I can hear her gasping for air and trying to scream his name as he ravages me, his fingers finding my wetness and driving deeply as he bites my throat. My hand finds his hair and I grasp a handful, pulling hard as my orgasm breaks, unable to stop the groan that escapes my lips. “Turn around,” Zander says, reaching to spin me to the wall as I step smoothly away, straightening my skirt with a smile. He can wait. “No. I have something to show you. Come in here and see.” He smirks at me, and I gloat inwardly, wondering how I could possibly remain with this fool He has no clue as to what I’ve done and saunters my way, full of self-confidence, reaching to stroke my still hard nipple through the thin silk of my blouse and making it harder still. I slap his cheek and shove him away, not speaking but pointing towards his latest conquest.
She whimpers his name, her hand out and crying as he roughly pinches and twists my nipple, enjoying how I flinch slightly at the pain. And smile, flicking my eyes to her. His own smile fades from his eyes as he takes in his lover, her hair in disarray and nose running snot down her chin and turns back to me with a narrowed expression. “This is why you wanted me here? What am I supposed to do with her now?” I shrug, indifferently, not really caring what he does with her now that the excitement was gone. It wasn’t new anymore, and I’d frankly lost interest.
The newscaster was back with a special bulletin, The police had a lead and I laughed out loud. What buffoons they were. I’d been operating under their noses for months and they didn’t have an inkling. All the better for me, I think, hearing scuffling and the minute tinkle of the chain hitting the floor. A strangled scream follows and I spin around to see Zander thrusting his hips with abandon into her open drooling mouth. “Fuck Zander, You couldn’t wait until I was out of the damned room? Let her breathe. She’ll suck better,” I throw over my shoulder before leaving. I didn’t need to see the person I’d chosen to spend my life with fucking his whore, it was bad enough to know about them. This one came to me to gloat over their dalliances, to our home. I snapped, having had quite enough of the rumours and confessions. Five women in two weeks had come to me, one knocking at my window at 3 am, photo evidence in hand to make her point.
Reaper is lurking in the shadows, his bony hand wrapped around the handle of his Scythe as he watches the sideshow behind me. Perhaps he will take them both and make my job slightly easier. I fee his gaze on my face as my eyes flick up to the ceiling, spying a stray drop of blood that had escaped my notice until now. I’d been so careful, or so I thought. It holds my attention, that one drop of blood, the one thing that stands between me and detection. “You bit me you bitch!” Zander roars and I chuckle under my breath. Men are stupid, I think as I stare at that one drop of blood. The one thing that could ruin everything. I’d left my specially concocted cleaner and a clean rag on the bookshelf, forgotten in my exhaustion following the last bloodletting. Grabbing what I needed and carrying the small ladder, I place it underneath the offending evidence, and climb the first three narrow steps. The solution is eye wateringly astringent, and I cough as I spray it on the rag. Balancing on the narrow step, and reaching until I was on the balls of my feet, I wipe it away. The evidence destroyed, I take a step down, noticing vaguely that the whimpers and choking sobs have stopped. She didn’t last long, Lightweight.
A rough inhale behind me alerts me to Zander’s presence, his teeth on my side a moment later tear holes in my blouse and nip at my flesh as his hands roam across my body. I glance down at him, feeling the wetness of his tongue through the thin fabric and grab his hair, pulling his head back with a snarl. “Really Zander? I’m done being anyone’s sloppy seconds thanks.” Using the handful of his hair in my hand for balance, I step down from the stool and release my grip. “I didn’t fuck her,” he mutters, taking my hand and leading me to the stairs, “lets go upstairs.” I laugh at him, yanking my hand away, “Hardly. We have a mess to clean up soon.”
“We? What mess? You need to figure out what to do about her. Is this my punishment?” he snaps at me, pointing his finger at the prone body lying on the floor, “You refuse me because of her? Change the locks? What did you expect Jes. You’re a cold-hearted cunt and a man needs a little warmth.” It’s all true, every word, and still I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t suck off every guy who came my way, where he took every opportunity to bury his dick in whatever warm hole made itself available. A soft whimper and crude mutterings from his toy serve only to irritate me further. “You want it so bad? I’m sure that will accommodate you. I’m going upstairs, alone. Don’t bother me.” I knew I was pushing him closer and closer to the ledge, pushing the buttons and baiting him deliberately. I planned to make him pay for his choices and none of those payments included me.
“Don’t you walk away from me.” Zander’s low tone screams danger, and I turn my back to him as I climb the first few steps towards the upper level. “I’m coming up with you, and if you play nice, then we will take care of that, together. Or I could fuck you and make her watch, then cut her throat.” So inelegant, without foreplay what is death, to cut her throat would end the careful work I’d done to insure that her end would come at a snail’s pace. I turned to gift him with some biting remark, probably about his manhood, as that has always made him burn faster to find him in my space. “Why must you torture me? You get off on it…..God you’re sick.” He knocks me to the floor, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands continued their earlier courses, like independent beasts seeking to slip under my skin. He was nearly ruthless as he pushed himself into me, daring me to bite and scratch. I did; I fought like an animal until I couldn’t fight any longer. Human biology being what it is, I couldn’t help my body responses, and met his every angry and frustrated thrust with one of my own. When he’d had his fill and subsequently filled me with his seed, he fell limp, as was also the norm. “Get the fuck off of me. I have things to do now. Go make sure you didn’t damage her.” I quickly climbed the remaining steps and turned back to look down at him, laying there watching me as I moved away. “Please,” I smiled, relieved to see his smile in return. He’d never know what hit him.
I descend the stairs, wrapped in nothing more than my skin, already thinking ahead to the tasks ahead. The air is scented with the smell of blood, salted copper, and I hesitate. I could rip out his throat with my hands, being unarmed is no concern. The complete and utter silence was. The bottom floor was dark, only the drifting movements of the tattered robes Grim insists on wearing change my surroundings. Slowly I continue down, my ears tuned to any sort of noise that might alert me to what awaits me in the dark. My hand finds the switch on the wall where I’d had my fun for the evening chained and am nearly blinded as it flares into life. That mother fucking imbecile. I was going to hurt him badly and with delight. She sits staring at me, her eyes bulging from the chain that had obviously cut off her air supply when he’d hung her from the heavy-duty hook I’d had installed by the back door. Her lips were swollen and her bloodied tongue protruded from between them, as through she were mocking me. The back door is banging back and forth in the night breeze. I assume the asshole left that way and stalk to the door, giving the body a hard kick in the gut as I pass, stepping through with no care who sees me. “Goodbye.” The world explodes in a flurry of white screaming light as I drop to the ground, all strength gone and feel my breath as it escapes. “Zander….” I barely am able to whisper and he smiles, the same smile I fell in love with and it carries me away.
I wake in hospital surrounded by police and nurses, wired for sound and extremely pissed off. The sheriff informs me that I’d been injured and was now in good hands, fully aware of the first fact and still I debated on the second. I simply nod, rather than speak and run the risk of my tone betraying me, and so I sit and stare, waiting for the real reason he was at my bedside. “Do you know why you’re here?”
“I do indeed. I came downstairs from the shower, presuming I was alone, as I live alone. I had a boyfriend but I kicked his ass out and changed the locks recently. I came into the kitchen and found that poor woman when I turned on the lights.” “You were found unconscious beside her. Your fingerprints were collected from the collar and the chain around her neck. Care to explain?” I pause, allowing the tears of rage and frustration to come flooding from the corners of my eyes. He bought it. “I tried to lift her but she was too heavy. I tried to get the chain from around her neck but…” I didn’t try at all. But he doesn’t need to know that, I did touch the links nearest the bruised flesh, and ran my hands up the cool metal that was slipped over that hook. “Do you know who did it?” the Sheriff asks, as he looks out the window to the parking lot below, then down at his hands before meeting my eyes. He knows who did it. “Yeah, I do. I saw him after he hit me. The bastard tried to knock my brain from my head with a fucking hammer. A HAMMER. What kind of person does that?” The son of a bitch. Not only did he steal my kill but he did it so inelegantly, and left me to clean up his mess. I’d have his fucking head for this.
“You’ll be released tomorrow. Do you have anyone we can call for you?” I shook my head, suppressing the smirk that threatened to spread across my lips. Reaper stands at the door, his fingers tapping on the symbol of his Office, making me distinctly nervous. “I’ve no one. Can I go home?” asked quietly, keeping my eyes on my lap. Perhaps one day I would have sisters to call my own, fabulous bitches to share my secret world. For now, I had only the one who was not reachable in her travels. I’m sure she will be most unhappy with my chosen recreation. No matter. She’d adjust. He nods and hands me a heavy envelope. “This was left for you at the desk. Looks important to me. I’ll be in touch.” I tear into it the moment my door closes, and smile at what I find inside. If I ever see Zander again I’ll cut him to pieces. For now, my path calls me forward.