The roads were dead, the night was dark and he felt the familiar thrill lacing through his body now that he had her safe in his trunk.
She was unreal, the best one yet, and it has been so easy. He flirted with her, danced with her a little, and bought her a drink he loaded with just enough rohypnol to get her in his truck without any fuss.
She wasn’t his usual type – he normally went for blondes – but something about her was magnetic. Her long black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes struck him as soon as he walked in the bar. He didn’t care for her heavy eyeliner and lower back tattoo but he let it slide. She had given him the eye and he knew he had to have her. It wasn’t any girl that could light up a dive bar. He couldn’t wait to snuff her out.
As he reached the dirt road that led to the farmhouse, he felt his erection straining his jeans. He was so close. Soon it would be a knife scraped over pale flesh, strangled screams, pleading, life in his hands. He heard a scraping in the trunk – she was waking up right on cue. He jumped out the truck and took a beat to savour the balmy night. This was his time. When the cicadas had stopped screaming and the birds had stopped chirping. There were just stars and silence. The perfect blank canvas.
Showtime he thought to himself as the sounds of her struggling grew more frantic. He popped the trunk and grinned as he took in her tear stained face, her mouth contorted in agony around a gag. She was going to be his masterpiece.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun, princess,” he said, dragging her toward the house. To his delight, she sobbed louder.
“I’m going to be a real gentleman and carry you across the threshold, princess”
He loved how feeble her squirms were. Now he could begin.
He flung her on the old four poster bed, the sheets had never been washed, stained by the women who came before. This was one of his favourite parts, before the blood, taking his time to tie their limbs to the posts, making them completely at his mercy.
He relished the sight of her. Gagged, tied and pleading. This is how women should always be. But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to hear her beg.
“I’m going to take this off, princess” he said, crouching next to her, removing the gag almost reverently.
“Please” she choked and sobbed, her voice reedy with terror “i’ll do whatever you want, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go”
“You know I thought you might be different, but you bitches are all the same, begging like dogs.” He whispered. “I’m going to take my time with you, and I’m going to bleed you good.”
He turned, ready to reach for the knife on the dresser but froze, feeling a pricking down his spine.
“I don’t think so. I think I’m going to bleed you dry”
Her voice was low, steady and commanding.
“Turn around and kneel” he felt her words reverberate in his head, a crushing compulsion. Before he could even think about refusing, he was on his knees in front of the bed.
She had freed her arms and he watched her effortlessly snap the ropes binding her legs.
He couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be happening. What the fuck was she.
“Are you surprised?” She laughed, rubbing the smudged eyeliner from her tear stained face and standing tall.“You see, I’m a really good actress.
“Did you honestly think a girl like me would just let a piece of shit like you buy me a drink? No, no I smelled what you are as soon as you walked into my bar, and I knew I had to have you.”
He felt his gut begin to bubble, fear lacing its way through his body.
“no, this can’t be real,” he choked.
“Oh it’s real” she said “you tried to roofie a fucking vampire. And now I’m going to tear you apart’
“No, please no, I’ll do anything” he was crying now, fat tears and snot rolling down his face.
“You beg like a bitch” she hissed “now take your clothes off’
He felt that same crushing in his skull, and then he was naked. He felt his dick shrivel with the sudden exposure.
“How many women did you kill? She asked, her voice steel.
“Please, I -”
“Tell Me” her voice a knife twisting in his head.
“Eight” he blurted.
She bared her fangs and he felt the involuntary trickle of urine down his thighs.
“I wish I could take my time with you but I’m really thirsty and I can’t stand looking at you”
“Please!” He screamed, beyond desperation.
She smiled. “This is really going to hurt”
She was on him before he could scream again. She went straight to the jugular, tearing his throat and spitting the ruined flesh on the filthy floor. He gurgled wildly and she felt the bloodlust take over. She drank deeply, revelling in his agony.
Too soon he went limp, his lifeblood drying up.
She wiped him from her lips and gave him one last look. Death always revealed their smallness. One less scumbag to worry about.
Dawn was still a ways off, she would walk home, enjoying the night, knowing nothing could hurt her.
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