Blood Thrill Page 17
I had not seen Sharon now in months; she would occasionally call when she needed a good fuck. I was her answer to the cravings of the flesh. I was studying to be a doctor and she had gone on to study the arts. Her love lay in drawing, painting and poetry. Being a romantic at heart, her passionate cravings and physical hunger were both diametrically opposite in nature. She would be all sweet and cuddly after a wild banging, but during the act itself she liked to be taken and used. Being the kind of person I was, that came naturally to me. Sex for me was something I felt was better avoided. Being a man with large amounts of testosterone was not really helping either. I had settled within myself that whenever I needed it and needed it bad, Sharon would be the answer. She kept me away from other women and making love to her was more than satisfying. I forced myself to be happy with our tried and tested ways. I just could not afford to get another women, this had nothing to do with money, but all to do with secrecy. I had learning that it was best to have one fuck-buddy at a time. This way I could keep a track on her and monitor what she had learned about me. With the kind of person I was becoming and my lust for blood. It was safer for me to be in contact with only one woman. I had kept her happy for all this while, she was not lacking in anything when it came to gifts and was given enough money to satisfy her shopping urges. I took care of all that for her; in return she would come over occasionally and be my girlfriend.
Whenever she called these days, I would make sure that we met at her place. This way I could cover my tracks and reach her place in total secrecy. I did not want Snake to follow me and find her. He would then have her taken and used against me. She opened the door and I lovingly slapped her face. This made her angry and she jumped on me and started to kiss me deep. She was biting on my bottom lip and I could feel that it had started to bleed. I was used to drawing blood from other people, she was however an expert at drawing blood from me. I carried her to the couch and threw her on it. She felt the slam as she landed hard on her back. ‘Fuck you bitch,’ she screamed at me, with fire in her eyes. I caught her neck in a chokehold and watched as she began to suffocate. ‘Baby,’ she managed, which was when I let her go and sat beside her. She was instantly on top straddling me in less time than it would take to blink. Tearing off her soft silky top and swinging her bra away from between us, she pushed my head into her full breast and started to suffocate me. It was difficult to breathe as she held the back of my head and pushed her breasts into my mouth. She had already started to have an organism, as I struggled to breathe but kept sucking and biting on her full fruity nipple.
She relaxed a little as she came from an orgasm that had made her breath heavy and moan in ecstasy. I lifted her easily and carried her into the bedroom that was completely dark. She was purring at me like a little kitten. Could see in her eyes that she was thoroughly enjoying the way I had begun to ravage her. Throwing her on the bed slipped off her pants and sexy red panties. Before I could escape from her clutches, she had wrapped her legs around my head and had me working on her very wet pussy. I dove in the way she liked, biting, sucking, licking and throwing her every which way. This time she had begun to scream… ‘Lemmie baby… more… more…’ her greed knew no bounds. I could feel her sexual urgency as she kept thrusting her pussy into my face. She had my head buried between her legs and held on with an iron grip. She was not going to let go, as her hands and legs were wrapped around my head. I bit and chewed and could feel her squirming, as she held on for dear life. She finally came, gushing all over my face, she was thoroughly enjoying it and it was my time now to take her forcefully. She let go and was lying sideways on the bed, when I stripped down and grabbed the back of her neck, forcing my now swollen cock deep down her throat. I was fucking her face and stopped each time her gagging become too much for her to bear. I did not want to make her puke and fuck the bed up. So in a very controlled way, I had her head pinned to the bed and kept using her mouth like a tight pussy. I was sure as hell not going to cum on her face, not right now. Done with her mouth, flipped her over and in one smooth motion entered her ass. She screamed as she felt her tight asshole being stretched to the maximum. I had filled her up and begun pounding her juicy ass, already wet with juices that had flowed from her pussy.
I kept fucking her and could feel our orgasms building; this was when I abandoned her ass and pulled her by her hair, until she had slid onto the floor. She was looking up at me with those loving and trusting eyes, as I shot her face up with cum, entering her mouth once again, as she swallowed hard and kept sucking me dry. I was deep down her throat as the last few drops of cum disappeared inside her being. Thus our sweet love making ended, as I carried her back onto the bed and passed her a soft wet cloth to wipe her face up with. We rested for about twenty minutes, before going to the shower to clean-up together.
Snake a.k.a Moses Parker was the kind of man, who had many women in his life. He was a master of deceit and manipulation, which led numerous women to fall completely in love with him, offering him their bodies, wealth, and even their very souls. He would always sleep with any woman that caught his fancy. Being the kind of hunter he was though, he wanted a new woman almost every night, the younger the better. He had access to all kinds of girls and didn't care if they were of legal age or not. He had many a strange practice that he’d picked up along the way. Believing that eating the heart of a healthy young human gave him magical powers. Especially as I came to find out later, the heart of a healthy young virgin. He was a virgin hunter and age was not really of any care or concern to him. Sex with a blossoming girl was a cure to many ailments he would say, it also kept him looking young and healthy. He was in the habit of killing people and I did not know why he himself wanted to look young, healthy and vibrant. Having killed so many people, did he not know that his own personal doom and ending was also impending?
On this night he had a fourteen year old with him, having drugged her enough he was now able to freely enjoy her sweet innocence. She was the child of immigrant parents and he had not kidnapped her, but had actually paid her parents off, to do as he pleased with her. This was not something out of the ordinary for him, but had been happening on a regular basis. I was not in a position to comment on the healing powers of sex with a virgin, as I was clearly not totally comfortable with it. Sex was not a regular thing for me; Sharon was the only answer I had. But when the urge began to rise within me, there was no stopping me, being the kind of person who was always high on life; I took to it with gusto – only with Sharon of course.
21. Arsenic
I had barely finished my work on Marcus’ laptop when his cell phone began ringing. This was definitely Snake; I just allowed it to continue ringing without bothering to answer. The computer had everything that I had ever hoped to find. I uploaded whatever was needed to my own online storage - there were bank account details, Bitcoin transaction, and individual kill records, traces to any and everything done by the evil twins. I left records on the laptop that pointed to Marcus and deleted everything that had even the remotest trace to King Snake. He was mine and it was wisest to keep it that way. The phone was ringing again and if he had any way of tracing where the phone might be right now, he would have realized it was in his brothers’ house.
There was nothing to worry about for the moment. Marcus must have fallen asleep and was in no position to answer. Snake however found this very unusual; whenever he called his brother could not wait to answer the phone. This had begun to bother him – as it was strange and needed to be checked out. I was still at the laptop and everything was now in order. I had already downloaded an App that would allow me to spy on this machine undetected. It was deeply rooted and if you did not have the requisite Tech skills, it was not going to show up anywhere on the system.
With my gloves on I continued to dig around the house. He had a beautifully crafted wooden closet, in which he had hung up his very expensive suites. Suit pockets where a place that all men chose to hide stuff. I don’t know the reason why, but men had this crazy habit an
d usually hid secret numbers, money and other things they hoped to hide from prying eyes, in their suit pockets. I began digging around in these pockets and as luck would have it, did indeed find a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.
It was at this point in time that I heard a car pulling up. I switched off all the lights and closed the laptop. Peering out the window was not surprised to see that Snake had arrived. Every fiber of my being wanted to take him now and off him. But that would have been a very foolish move. There were things to be done and plans that needed to be implemented. If this was to be done, it had to be done right. Slipping out of the house and closing the back door behind me, stuck around. It was apparent that he had felt alarmed and had come to find out for himself what had happened. Positioning myself behind a tree in the garden, kept watching as Snake walked around. He went straight to the computer and switched it on. Everything looked normal; he had logged in and was now checking all the files and folders. Everything seemed as-per-usual, nothing had been touched. I had just made a copy and uploaded whatever I wanted, deleting all documents and other relevant information that pointed towards Moses, a.k.a Snake.
He took his phone out and had now begun dialing Marcus’ number once again. The phone was with me and was in silent-mode. It was plain to see that he was now using ‘Find my phone’ to trace the exact spot his brother’s phone was at. If I allowed the phone to stay on for much longer, he would find me. If I switched it off, he would know that there was someone else in the house. There was nothing to lose now and walking away from the house I answered it. ‘Hey Moses, what do you want?’ ‘Who’s this?’ he growled, his voice betraying his apprehension. ‘Misery,’ I answered, ‘and Misery wants company.’ Starting my car, before he had time to recover, got the fuck out of there. Circled back and came around the block waiting for him in the distance. Snake had come out and was fumbling for his keys in his jacket pocket. Opening the door and looking around, he revved the engine and started to drive away. I was following at a safe distance, waiting and hoping for him to make that one crucial mistake. Commit that one unpardonable sin, of showing me where he lived. ‘Come on Snake, lead me… lead me… show me… reveal your hiding place. I can then come and visit you often. Come on man… you call yourself a serial killer. What good is that if I’m not able to come and visit your house as an uninvited guest? Come on man… let me look into your life, see you… unlock man, unlock. Let me in.
This had all been too easy for me and I was beginning to worry, this was Snake that I was dealing with and he must have had some inkling that he was being followed. Or was it, that he had become too lazy and complacent. He had won every battle in life and too much winning might have killed his venomous senses. I was going to find out soon enough though.
Things had now begun to feel weird and something was up, this was the reason, Snake was heading toward the PD. So this was how he was going to call the game. He was going to go to the police station and surrender. Probably hand himself over to Brian, confess everything, tell them about his brother and make sure they recovered him. He would also tell them about me and effectively close my case. This would essentially keep his heart safe in his chest, where he truly believed it belonged. He was attempting a last ditch effort. Somehow I had made this poisonous serpent nervous and running scared. The ball was effectively in my court for now. He had worked out what was happening in his head and was playing me now. If he did go and surrender, he would get caught-up in the judicial system for years, and after a long wait and many trials later, the case would have become weak. After all the kills he might end up spending just a few years in jail. He had genius intellect and I was sure that he could effectively play the judiciary, hire the best lawyers and end up serving a much reduced sentence. He was a criminal savant who was now effectively trying to get me to chicken out. Of course I did not want him to surrender, his heart belonged to me. I had a very special use for it - ripping it out and feeding back to him. That however was going to have to wait; time only would help that whole plan play out.
Picking up his brothers’ phone, I called him. ‘Motherfucker…’ he growled, spitting venom he continued. ‘I thought we had a working partnership… the fuck you up to?’ ‘I’ve got your piece-of-shit brother. The games’ up… meet me down near the beach. You can have him back.’ ‘I want him back and you need to back the fuck off.’ Snake was recoiling his hood, never thought I would see that happen.’ ‘Fuck all this shit, I’m driving there now.’
With that he pointed his car towards the beach and started to drive. We met at the Lagoon Restaurant, which was an open beach place. We sat at a table facing the beach and a pretty waitress came over to our table. ‘What would be your poison for tonight?’ She quipped, ‘Beer for me and arsenic for him.’ Snake said, all the while pointing at me. ‘Two beers,’ I confirmed and she went off to fetch our little bit of blissful poison.
‘Why do we have to fuck around with each other, after all we are people who work in silos?’ ‘You set me up, set your brother up and wanted to crash everyone’s party.’ ‘Learn… you are young. This business is hard and it’s a dog-eat-dog world.’ ‘There’s also honor among thieves.’ ‘We are not motherfucking thieves, we are murders, what honor are you talking about.’ ‘When I rip your heart out and feed it to you, you’ll understand.’ Snake’s cold blood immediately started to overheat. He reached over and caught my neck in a vice-like grip. ‘There’s harmony; all you need to do is find it.’ He said releasing his hold on my neck. ‘Where’s Marcus?’ ‘I have him in holding.’ I lied. He was in hospital and should be out tomorrow morning. But I was still playing Snake and I guess, he was doing the same. ‘Where’s the Mayor.’ ‘He’s safe for now.’ ‘You agreed to kill him.’ ‘That I am not going to do, until you pay me. It’s going to cost you ten million. Pay up now or I send him back home.’ ‘Give me three days,’ he replied rather casually. It was clear to me that this was all a game; he never had any intentions of paying me. He wanted the job finished and thought that I was the clown to do it. He had underestimated me, seeing my age and inexperience, he thought I could be duped into doing his bullshit. Now he knew that he was up against a commendable foe - a worthy opponent, capable of taking him and his entire empire out. He had for far too long believed that he was unassailable. Now he had slowly begun to face a fight for his life, and especially for the safekeeping of his heart.
‘I'll deliver your brother to you early tomorrow morning, if you want the deal with the mayor to go down, have the cash ready tomorrow, or be prepared to call the whole thing off.’ ‘Fuck your bullshit, who are you to order me.’ ‘Your misery has finally come calling.’ Our beers arrived and he sent his down with one long gulp. Pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it on the table. ‘Keep the change,’ I advised the waitress - she walked away a happy woman for the night. He got up and started to briskly walk away toward his car. Quickly putting on my gloves, pulled the fillet knife from my jacket pocket and started to walk behind him. Before he had time to react, I stabbed him in the side. He held onto his side, trying to pull the blade out. Walking away I turned one more time and stared at him with my dead-cold eyes. It was the first time he saw the frigid world that I have been living in. My eyes were icy-cold - like ice on fire. He saw for once and for all, that I might also be more than a man - kind of a like a demon from out the very depths of hell. I was not joking and there was a seriousness that demanded respect - dare he try to play me ever again.
He would now have to find a hospital to treat his wound, but where would he go? A stabbing needed to be reported to the police. This he could not afford to do and falling to the ground he was completely at my mercy. I did not want him running away and hiding, to setup and run his Kill Machine elsewhere.
There was only one way for him to escape now, call 911 and get treated. He could say that he was assaulted for refusing to part with his money, after being assailed by muggers. I was pacing around and waiting for his next move. I had not been wrong in my reaso
ning - he called 911. The funny part was that he was being taken to the same hospital that his brother had been admitted in. I hoped that the two of them would not meet; he would then realize that I had been lying about having his brother in my custody.
After he had been shifted into the ER from the ambulance, he was cleared from danger, as the wound he received had not been fatal. I had taken care to stab him just above the right hip bone, with the knife pointing downwards. Going towards his bladder and therefore missing his intestines. No vital organs had been pierced and he would be required to stay in hospital for at least another two days. He had lost blood and felt all weak and shaky, like a seesaw. His own brother was just being removed from ER, when Snake was being brought in, had he come in just a minute sooner, they could have met and exchanged pleasantries. For now though, it was ‘So near, yet so far.’ Snake was being an uncooperative victim - refusing to press charges and preferring to remain out of any sort of complaint to the police. Some officer would eventually show up and register a case in a very routine sort of way. Nothing was going to come off of it.