Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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2,860
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3
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Hate is a strong word but I really Really REALLY don't like you
Her name was Rose. She was twenty-seven, 5’5 and a 135 pounds. The driver’s license he’d snatched from her back pocket as his fingers dug into the tender skin of her neck showed a solemn faced woman with lovely brown hair and hazel eyes.
She’d spiked his hunger, had the violence rearing its ugly head until his nails had broken skin and blood had flowed. She’d whimpered and bucked under his hold and because he was distracted, because his heart didn’t seem to be in it tonight, he’d released her. She was a pretty thing but not too smart. Not for any particular reason mind you. He was sure that she made pretty good grades in school and everything. She was dumb in his mind in that were he in her position he wouldn’t have gotten out of the car.
Christ, it was if people didn't watch horror movies anymore. Didn't they know better?
She was screaming now. her heels striking against the wet cement, exploding like gunshots in the night. he was playing with her really, though he wouldn’t be able to play much longer.
Which meant that she wouldn’t be alive for much longer.
The lights from the city were growing brighter which each stride he took and he could almost smell her hope staining the air as she caught sight of the golden arch of McDonalds over a stand of trees.
It amused him that for this brief moment the McDonalds sign had become the symbol of her savior. Such a stupid thing she was.
Then she made a mistake. Another one to add to all of her other. Dumber even than when she had gotten out of the safety of her car to come and help him.
Rose looked over her shoulder to see how close he was.
When she saw that she really wasn’t making that much progress, his long legs eating up more distance than her slim ones could ever hope to in heels, she cried out and tried to pick up the pace.
He'd liked the feel of her.
He'd liked the smell of her.
That was the only reason he continued after her, even as she came ever closer to the safety of civilization. The hunger that had tightened his skin as he’d held her bent over the hood of her car had been sharp but his pleasure in her was fading fast.
He’d never chased someone down before. It was bothersome. It was annoying. It was, more than anything else, a waste of time. he’d be damned if he’d ever had to chase pussy in his life and his steps were faltering, slowing as boredom began to take hold and the sharp scent of fries and salt assaulted his nose.
Then she made one more mistake.
Her most deadly so far and the last one she would make tonight.
She called him by name.
“Micheal! Come on Micheal!”
His sight disappeared under a haze of red and his steps quickened.
Bitch.
Fucking bitch.
How had she learned his name? When she glanced over her shoulder once more he began to run and she screamed. Her heals slipping on the concrete so that she fell to her knees, soft skin scraping against the rough ground. He could just catch the metallic scent of blood and her fear, a scent that was harder to catch but just as intoxicating, stirred him up into a frenzy.
When he finally reached her and could hear the high pitched sounds of panic that exploded out of her mouth he planted his foot in the middle of her back and pressed forward.
She collapsed on hands and knees and he kicked her forward so that she sprawled face down on the ground breathing heavily. It was then, finally, finally that he felt that familiar heat of anticipation throbbing through his blood.
“You stupid, stupid cunt. How the fuck do you know my name?”
He could feel her trembling through the souls of his foot and from behind them he heard the worried whine of an animal. He turned his head enough that he caught the tiny body of a Pomeranian trembling not far away from the two of them. The mutt met his eyes and growled, even as it’s tail tucked between it’s legs and its ears flattened against its head.
He ignored it. He didn’t like animals and the little bastards didn’t like him.
“Please…please don’t Micheal….please….please don’t hurt him.” Micheal’s head cocked to one side as he regarded the woman. He wanted her true. He wanted a lot of things. But he wanted her dead more than he wanted pleasure right now. So removing his foot he bent and grasped her by the hair.
“Please.” He looked down into her face as he drug her past the still trembling dog. Where in the hell had a dog come from anyway? As he pondered this Rose, dear thing, continued to scream and cry. Her voice growing hoarse as he dragged her past the still gaping door of her car and over into the ditch on the side of the road. Once there he released her. She tried scrambling away but she slipped once more, sliding back down the slight embankment to lay at his feet. Drawing one foot back, he kicked her in the gut with as much strength as he could. She lifted a bit off the ground before landing on her back, a fact that Micheal was a bit proud of. Stepping forward, he straddled her, sliding the knife in his back pocket free as he looked down into her eyes.
He twirled the small silver blade between agile fingers and watched the panic in her face be replaced with raw, animal like fear. Before she’d had a chance, before she might have gotten away. Now there was no such luck. She would die here tonight and there was nothing she could do about it.
“How do you know me?”
She disappointed him by screaming, enraged him by once again trying to get away. It wasn’t as if he needed her alive, he thought much later as he sliced the knife deep into the tissue of that once pretty face and slide the sharp edge to the side. After all, he could find out how she’d known his name any number of ways. The little skank from his last adventure through the woods had seen his face after all. She might have told the police. Given them a description and the police had down their police thing and put a name to the face. His picture could be plastered all over the news right that second.
“No matter though.” He assured the body beneath him. Somewhere in the background the dog was barking, panicked at the thick scent of blood, and offal.
The scent of death.
The scent of ending.
He pulled the knife free with a grunt and watched with no small amount of satisfaction as the skinned face of Rose Mcgomery smiled up at him with skeletal teeth and tendons.
He liked her like this.
Liked the sight of raw meat and blood so much in fact that he felt his cock twitch from where it pressed against her stomach. His hips moved on their own accord and just for the hell of it he began to saw at her again. Enjoying the smooth seductive glide of steel through flesh and the harsh friction as it scrapped against bone.
Her lidless eyes stared vacantly into the sky and Micheal licked his lips as he slid the knife back and forth into her flesh.
It was like fucking.
This thought was sharp and full of possibilities. It had him groaning aloud as he let go of the knife and ran blood stained fingers over her neck and breasts, fingers tweaking nipples as he thrust his hips back and forth against her stomach. Over and over again. Harder to the point of pain.
He reveled in it.
Next time he’d keep them alive when he brought out the knife…yeah that would be good.
His attention was snatched by the sound of crackling leaves. He turned his head and watched as the Pomeranian lost it’s balance and toppled down the incline of the embankment from the main road. It’s little body collided with his leg and as it tried to scramble away Micheal reached for the knife once again. The glint of silver caught his eyes, and instead of gutting the little runt as he’d intended, he picked it up with one grimy hand by the collar. Turning it this way and that so that he could read the engraved letters on the silver collar.
Michal
“Ah.” Micheal murmured, then looked into the beasts large brown eyes and chuckled. Then he released the animal and straightened to his feet, his dick still painfully hard. It wasn’t like him to be so messy, wasn’t like him to lose control. But then again it wasn’t as if someone called him by his real name these days. It had been years since he’d heard it and it had been a shock to his system to have it uttered once again.
Shaking his head, he wiped bloody hands down the sides of his pants.
“Well, time to clean up.” He glanced at the whimpering dog as it tried to scramble up the incline and to safety. Then he thought of the abandoned car still on the side of the road with the driver’s door open, and the golden arch of McDonalds glowing eerily not so very far away.
“Fuck, what a mess.”
She’d spiked his hunger, had the violence rearing its ugly head until his nails had broken skin and blood had flowed. She’d whimpered and bucked under his hold and because he was distracted, because his heart didn’t seem to be in it tonight, he’d released her. She was a pretty thing but not too smart. Not for any particular reason mind you. He was sure that she made pretty good grades in school and everything. She was dumb in his mind in that were he in her position he wouldn’t have gotten out of the car.
Christ, it was if people didn't watch horror movies anymore. Didn't they know better?
She was screaming now. her heels striking against the wet cement, exploding like gunshots in the night. he was playing with her really, though he wouldn’t be able to play much longer.
Which meant that she wouldn’t be alive for much longer.
The lights from the city were growing brighter which each stride he took and he could almost smell her hope staining the air as she caught sight of the golden arch of McDonalds over a stand of trees.
It amused him that for this brief moment the McDonalds sign had become the symbol of her savior. Such a stupid thing she was.
Then she made a mistake. Another one to add to all of her other. Dumber even than when she had gotten out of the safety of her car to come and help him.
Rose looked over her shoulder to see how close he was.
When she saw that she really wasn’t making that much progress, his long legs eating up more distance than her slim ones could ever hope to in heels, she cried out and tried to pick up the pace.
He'd liked the feel of her.
He'd liked the smell of her.
That was the only reason he continued after her, even as she came ever closer to the safety of civilization. The hunger that had tightened his skin as he’d held her bent over the hood of her car had been sharp but his pleasure in her was fading fast.
He’d never chased someone down before. It was bothersome. It was annoying. It was, more than anything else, a waste of time. he’d be damned if he’d ever had to chase pussy in his life and his steps were faltering, slowing as boredom began to take hold and the sharp scent of fries and salt assaulted his nose.
Then she made one more mistake.
Her most deadly so far and the last one she would make tonight.
She called him by name.
“Micheal! Come on Micheal!”
His sight disappeared under a haze of red and his steps quickened.
Bitch.
Fucking bitch.
How had she learned his name? When she glanced over her shoulder once more he began to run and she screamed. Her heals slipping on the concrete so that she fell to her knees, soft skin scraping against the rough ground. He could just catch the metallic scent of blood and her fear, a scent that was harder to catch but just as intoxicating, stirred him up into a frenzy.
When he finally reached her and could hear the high pitched sounds of panic that exploded out of her mouth he planted his foot in the middle of her back and pressed forward.
She collapsed on hands and knees and he kicked her forward so that she sprawled face down on the ground breathing heavily. It was then, finally, finally that he felt that familiar heat of anticipation throbbing through his blood.
“You stupid, stupid cunt. How the fuck do you know my name?”
He could feel her trembling through the souls of his foot and from behind them he heard the worried whine of an animal. He turned his head enough that he caught the tiny body of a Pomeranian trembling not far away from the two of them. The mutt met his eyes and growled, even as it’s tail tucked between it’s legs and its ears flattened against its head.
He ignored it. He didn’t like animals and the little bastards didn’t like him.
“Please…please don’t Micheal….please….please don’t hurt him.” Micheal’s head cocked to one side as he regarded the woman. He wanted her true. He wanted a lot of things. But he wanted her dead more than he wanted pleasure right now. So removing his foot he bent and grasped her by the hair.
“Please.” He looked down into her face as he drug her past the still trembling dog. Where in the hell had a dog come from anyway? As he pondered this Rose, dear thing, continued to scream and cry. Her voice growing hoarse as he dragged her past the still gaping door of her car and over into the ditch on the side of the road. Once there he released her. She tried scrambling away but she slipped once more, sliding back down the slight embankment to lay at his feet. Drawing one foot back, he kicked her in the gut with as much strength as he could. She lifted a bit off the ground before landing on her back, a fact that Micheal was a bit proud of. Stepping forward, he straddled her, sliding the knife in his back pocket free as he looked down into her eyes.
He twirled the small silver blade between agile fingers and watched the panic in her face be replaced with raw, animal like fear. Before she’d had a chance, before she might have gotten away. Now there was no such luck. She would die here tonight and there was nothing she could do about it.
“How do you know me?”
She disappointed him by screaming, enraged him by once again trying to get away. It wasn’t as if he needed her alive, he thought much later as he sliced the knife deep into the tissue of that once pretty face and slide the sharp edge to the side. After all, he could find out how she’d known his name any number of ways. The little skank from his last adventure through the woods had seen his face after all. She might have told the police. Given them a description and the police had down their police thing and put a name to the face. His picture could be plastered all over the news right that second.
“No matter though.” He assured the body beneath him. Somewhere in the background the dog was barking, panicked at the thick scent of blood, and offal.
The scent of death.
The scent of ending.
He pulled the knife free with a grunt and watched with no small amount of satisfaction as the skinned face of Rose Mcgomery smiled up at him with skeletal teeth and tendons.
He liked her like this.
Liked the sight of raw meat and blood so much in fact that he felt his cock twitch from where it pressed against her stomach. His hips moved on their own accord and just for the hell of it he began to saw at her again. Enjoying the smooth seductive glide of steel through flesh and the harsh friction as it scrapped against bone.
Her lidless eyes stared vacantly into the sky and Micheal licked his lips as he slid the knife back and forth into her flesh.
It was like fucking.
This thought was sharp and full of possibilities. It had him groaning aloud as he let go of the knife and ran blood stained fingers over her neck and breasts, fingers tweaking nipples as he thrust his hips back and forth against her stomach. Over and over again. Harder to the point of pain.
He reveled in it.
Next time he’d keep them alive when he brought out the knife…yeah that would be good.
His attention was snatched by the sound of crackling leaves. He turned his head and watched as the Pomeranian lost it’s balance and toppled down the incline of the embankment from the main road. It’s little body collided with his leg and as it tried to scramble away Micheal reached for the knife once again. The glint of silver caught his eyes, and instead of gutting the little runt as he’d intended, he picked it up with one grimy hand by the collar. Turning it this way and that so that he could read the engraved letters on the silver collar.
Michal
“Ah.” Micheal murmured, then looked into the beasts large brown eyes and chuckled. Then he released the animal and straightened to his feet, his dick still painfully hard. It wasn’t like him to be so messy, wasn’t like him to lose control. But then again it wasn’t as if someone called him by his real name these days. It had been years since he’d heard it and it had been a shock to his system to have it uttered once again.
Shaking his head, he wiped bloody hands down the sides of his pants.
“Well, time to clean up.” He glanced at the whimpering dog as it tried to scramble up the incline and to safety. Then he thought of the abandoned car still on the side of the road with the driver’s door open, and the golden arch of McDonalds glowing eerily not so very far away.
“Fuck, what a mess.”