Blood Love
New Beginnings
The time read only 5:45 a.m. I sighed, threw my bag over head and sat down with my head
against the window until take off. I fell asleep to images of blood raining down around me and lifeless
bodies piled to the ceiling. All killed by my hand – each on differently. I had no calling card. No trade
mark for my skill, just insanity.
Going through customs was fairly easy, I didn’t have much to process and soon I was on my way to a
place I’d never been but was eager to see... I bet the snow would look lovely carved with blood, a
temporary permanence until spring arose, melting away death to a thawed out youthful season. I
found a small house outside of town that exchanged work for room and board. I made meals and did
laundry in exchange for a place to sleep and stay hidden. I strategized was, ideas on how to kill them.
On who to kill and late at night I wandered into the shadows of town. Waiting for my chance, waiting
for anything. On the fourteenth night I heard for the first time of the two murders in California. They
had a suspect in mind but they had no photo I.D- they believe she fled the country.
I was free, at least for now, and tonight was my time to play again. I stalked to my cabin,
packed my few possessions and crept through the darkness to town. It was 2 am when I hit the edge
of town. The very place I wanted, a bar properly called “The Dump.” From my two week surveillance
I knew he would be alone cleaning up after his slob customers. He never locked the doors so getting
in would be easy. I marched to the door and slowly into the bar. As soon as I was inside I unbuttoned
my coat revealing a black dress that plunged deeply. I knew the red lipstick made my eyes pop so I
smiled brightly as I approached him. He was a surly man, 6’5”, 280lbs, bald.
“Hi, I know you’re probably closed but I think I’m lost and my car died a few miles back…
could I use your phone?”
His grin widened as he took in my body – my dress. He knew I was lying, just not about what.
“Sure sweet heart, the phone is in back in my office. And of course, I have a small service fee
as well” he said as he approached me.
He stopped once I was against the door. He reached out and clicked the dead bolt before slowly
raising a hand to my chest. I stood still as he cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed.
“Nice tits.”
Grabbing my jaw he pressed his lips hungrily to mine. He reeked of stale alcohol and smoke. I tried
pulling away but he pressed harder until I returned the kiss. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, he
lifted me up and wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his erection pressed against my thigh,
twitching with anticipation.
“Let’s go to your office” I purred.
against the window until take off. I fell asleep to images of blood raining down around me and lifeless
bodies piled to the ceiling. All killed by my hand – each on differently. I had no calling card. No trade
mark for my skill, just insanity.
Going through customs was fairly easy, I didn’t have much to process and soon I was on my way to a
place I’d never been but was eager to see... I bet the snow would look lovely carved with blood, a
temporary permanence until spring arose, melting away death to a thawed out youthful season. I
found a small house outside of town that exchanged work for room and board. I made meals and did
laundry in exchange for a place to sleep and stay hidden. I strategized was, ideas on how to kill them.
On who to kill and late at night I wandered into the shadows of town. Waiting for my chance, waiting
for anything. On the fourteenth night I heard for the first time of the two murders in California. They
had a suspect in mind but they had no photo I.D- they believe she fled the country.
I was free, at least for now, and tonight was my time to play again. I stalked to my cabin,
packed my few possessions and crept through the darkness to town. It was 2 am when I hit the edge
of town. The very place I wanted, a bar properly called “The Dump.” From my two week surveillance
I knew he would be alone cleaning up after his slob customers. He never locked the doors so getting
in would be easy. I marched to the door and slowly into the bar. As soon as I was inside I unbuttoned
my coat revealing a black dress that plunged deeply. I knew the red lipstick made my eyes pop so I
smiled brightly as I approached him. He was a surly man, 6’5”, 280lbs, bald.
“Hi, I know you’re probably closed but I think I’m lost and my car died a few miles back…
could I use your phone?”
His grin widened as he took in my body – my dress. He knew I was lying, just not about what.
“Sure sweet heart, the phone is in back in my office. And of course, I have a small service fee
as well” he said as he approached me.
He stopped once I was against the door. He reached out and clicked the dead bolt before slowly
raising a hand to my chest. I stood still as he cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed.
“Nice tits.”
Grabbing my jaw he pressed his lips hungrily to mine. He reeked of stale alcohol and smoke. I tried
pulling away but he pressed harder until I returned the kiss. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, he
lifted me up and wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his erection pressed against my thigh,
twitching with anticipation.
“Let’s go to your office” I purred.