“He see’s everything.” Derek replied while texting on his phone,
“I thought you would’ve realized that by now.”
Jess smiled and turned around imagining an iron door covered in snakes, thorny briar patches kissed with wild red roses, her mind was now a fortress, she realized she’d been far too open with her shields ever since the stern altercation upstairs before dinner. Derek drew back in awe and realized that he had no understanding beyond simple energetic instinct to know just how incredibly dangerous she really was. Learning instantly never to cross her in such a way anymore, she demanded respect in her own natural inclination, a crucial warning for anybody that would come between her privacy and longevity in this mysterious and haunting place.
“I’m glad we have an understanding, I detected your abilities before even knowing about you, you can’t imagine how much of an advantage that provides for me, I enjoy banter but playing with fire always results in burns.”
Her eyebrow raised and Derek nodded in agreement, he realized he hadn’t had a reason to dislike her until now, but it wasn’t enough to bother father with just yet, he realized this wasn’t a good time to interfere with him, in this delicate state with his sister leaving, quite possibly never to return. He was far too unnerved to be persuaded into such a conversation, no tonight the hunting ground was calling. He couldn’t wait much longer, as soon as he dropped her off, he’d go into town and find reasons to do his biddings, already informing the house and staff that he wouldn’t be back until well after midnight, he wanted to make sure to watch her flight take off before returning home.
Chapter 11:
Dual Nature
Tiffany waved goodbye before entering the Denver International Airport. Kyle smiled knowing she’d be on her way to greater opportunities in life, as they parted ways he realized that he has one waiting at a bar nearby. She’d be working the late shift and getting off in less than an hour, the perfect amount of time it would take to cut her loose in the wilderness and watch her run naked in the snow, before The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter struck again.
As he drove down the road towards The Church he smiled knowing that soon he wouldn’t have to worry about unleashing sheer hell within around the delicate neck of that beautiful red head who was curled up near his bedroom right now. All the while reading her copy of his first edition yet again, for the thousandth time biting her lip and stroking the spine re-reading the inscription left for her by the man she saw as a living, breathing God. As soon as this hunger for blood was satiated there’d be no reason why Kyle couldn’t finally have his cake and eat it too. A sumptuous strawberry was waiting for him at home, waiting to be feasted upon by the glorious King that deserved such an honor, to rejuvenate his life force in the endless warm oceans of her golden twilight paradise. To bask in her glorious light, fawning for his affections and adoring every part of his being, dark and light, inside and out. That warm feeling crept away and was replaced by the cold visceral bite of Darkeel.
“It’s time to show that fucking cunt, just what she’s been missing.” Reaching for a bag of tools and hunting gear, made of black leather and worn from many, many years of use. A blood stained axe, rope, arrows and bow, a bowie knife and a pair of bunny ears with a little white cotton tail. He smiled relishing in the darkness that was in the air tonight;
“It’s good to be home.”
Darkeel peered into the eyes of the vessel that was currently on loan;
“Don’t worry Kyle, I’ll leave the pretty red head alone, for now, tonight that little blonde whore is going to die.”
His boot clad foot pressed into the pedal, he was conscious inside, this exchange wasn’t without his permission, in fact he enjoyed sitting back from time to time and letting somebody else take this drive, he’d grown so detached from the thrill of it anymore.
Something about tonight was different, just thinking about her in the back of his mind made all of these years alone hunting down strangers he’d built familiarity with seem empty, pointless. Suddenly he imagined hunting her down, how the blood coursed through his veins, directly to his cock, warming him down to his thighs.
“She’d make such a delicious bunny, Mmm to hunt her down, arrow by arrow, just to turn her into rabbit stew.”
Darkeel pulled back and directed his eyes towards the rear view mirror once more;
“Hey, fucker, we have other plans tonight, get your head in it, or I’ll change my mind about that little whore back at the house, remember you do sleep sometimes, I never do.”
Kyle’s voice came through firmly;
“Touch her and I’ll fucking destroy you.”
There was no response, just silence, the wheels creaking in the cold snow covered night, the wind howling through the cracked windows of the truck as he sped towards The Church. He didn’t want to catch her well dressed in the bar tonight, he knew what time she got off. He’d fucked her a few times behind that bar outside against his Porsche, never letting her inside, never bringing her home, and never letting such a greed fueled harpy near him. Just amusing himself with a piece of meat, before hunting her down like the animal she was, one that needed to be disposed of, in the dark twilight hours in the cemetery, where a freshly dug grave awaited. Now’s his chance after weeks of stalking to finally make things right. The demon of Burnett Manor would come home tonight with a fresh kill, whether Kyle liked it or not.
He pulled up and it started to snow, the former temple transformed into a night life sanctuary for all the local ghouls and boys who just never quite fit in anywhere just right. The creak of his axle’s stopped as he turned the lights down low, he waited and watched, and silently the red lights shimmered on the snow reminding him of her imminent doom that would be waiting as soon as she found herself outside again. Kyle’s mind trailed back home, he wanted to see her, know what she was doing, he felt her energy rising and swooning, was it his words? That delicious provocation masked in sadism, just waiting for her curiosity to be peaked enough to find him. He was impressed to see that she hadn’t wandered around, at least just yet. She was far too busy pleasuring that sweet pussy of hers, bucking so hard against the palm of her hand, her fingers deep inside her fresh fruit salad. The juices squirting forth from her, moans muttered into crimson pillows now forming to the shape of her face, leaving lip prints dragged into the fibers of the fabric, she lifted up and said his name;
“Kyle.”
Just doing so caused her to gush uncontrollably, she couldn’t help herself.
“Mmm, I leave you home for a few hours, and you can’t stop fucking yourself while reading my book? Already becoming my favorite, the other girls aren’t going to like this very much.”
Kyle said aloud smiling. His mood instantly shifted, his eyes dilated, his pheromones peaked; there she was, exiting the building from the staff entrance in the back. That shallow bitch who always found him so amusing when he was driving his Porsche, and well dressed for a business meeting with a creative associate. He always returned the same night after in the truck he was waiting in right now. Wearing his casual clothes, she walked by ignoring him, a few times even being blatantly rude to find herself snuggled up with the finest dressed man at the bar. Kyle never liked fake people. These walking mannequins who never knew how to connect, or if they did only did so through greed or lust.
He didn’t mind using them, especially in bed. Realizing that he would be the last fuck they’d ever have was an honor in his eyes. Tonight would be different though, he never hungered for flesh on the night of a kill, in fact the only thing he craved was watching warm pools of fresh blood flow forth onto the whitest of snow. Seeing the light slowly dimming in their eyes, smiling serenely as he felt the warmth leave their corpses in the snow. Happily watching as deer, wolves and other animals approach to take parts away to scatter these bitches to the wind. Reminding him just how much he hated fake people, how he relished in the process of extermin
ating them, and knowing that he was the only person in this world that knew where they actually were. The ironic part is nobody ever seemed to come looking for them in the first place. They were the true expendable’s in this world, nobody every missed awful people.
He’d killed dozens over the years, never once seeing a missing person’s report in the paper or even on the news. Though Kyle was often much too busy to focus on such trivialities in mundane existence, his brilliant mind had much better things to focus on these days. Beyond recreating the same horror show that he found as a child, and tried on for size for the very first time when his wife decided that she’d leave that night, with another man. The entire world thought she’d died due to illness, it was still the golden story painted on a canvas of lies that held together the very fabric of his entire empire. The image of a widowed man, left with children, heartbroken and discarded to heal, provides the catalyst a city needs to invite such a mysterious man into so many circles of commerce without ever even asking for origin stories. His hypnotic presence never beckoned those types of questions anymore and if they arrived he knew exactly what to do with those who desired to pry.
It was a delicate game that Kyle played all these years, strategically disappearing towards the hunting grounds, while the rest of his empire was far too busy to ask questions or even notice anything out of the ordinary for the previous twenty years. He made it look effortless even though it was his extrasensory gifts that enabled such a reality in his world. He was able to manipulate much more than just minds and shallow minded whores into wandering into the jowls of death with no return. He could bend, stretch and even slow down time in temporal spheres around him expanding as far as he desired. Where others wouldn’t notice a thing, those he hunted felt ripped down by gravity unable to move, desperately trying to flee the arrows and axe of The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter.
Holly’s heels clanked loudly along the parking lot, announcing quite clearly to Kyle and to the rest of the world just where she was located. Fortunately for Darkeel the entire parking lot was bare, a wall of cars leading his dark energy towards the one he desired to kill. The horny teenagers that usually stayed outside were nowhere to be found in this frost bitten night, the club was closed up, the music was loud and even security waited inside. She cursed and tried to unlock her door, she was already drunk from the shots she’d been stealing all night. She managed to get the keys into the door, just as the sound of boots slowly emerged from out of nowhere, she saw his shadow behind her in the window, a tall hooded figure.
“Alright asshole, I’m not interested, I only date rich guys, and you look like a fisherman, so fuck off!” She started to get into her car, he slowly pulled back his hood, leaning into her dashboard and yanking out the ignition wires underneath the steering wheel, leaning just enough for her to see his face;
“What’s the matter sweetie? Not interested unless I have my Porsche?” His smile transformed into a demonic face that leered back towards hers with such visceral aggression.
Holly’s eyes bulged in shock, he mouth dropped open and before she knew she could scream, her eyes started to blur and she felt like she couldn’t move. Atropine might not have been strong enough for a skilled psychotic gardener with a fetish for exotic and wildly toxic plants such as Jess or Belladonna. But for this woman a drop or two on the door handle will do just fine, he didn’t expect this delicate toxin to work so effortlessly but then again he thought his good looks wouldn’t cause such a stir in this venomous viper. Unaware of such things like that of adrenaline pumping hard causing the mixture along with several shots of alcohol, to stir the girls blood into a paralytic fervor. She slumped down wheezing softly as if she was in a coma, her eyes glassy staring at him haunted by the fact that she couldn’t recognize this man to save her life.
Kyle took her keys and threw them in the trash, leaving her door unlocked but shut. He pretended to help her lovingly to his truck;
“Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll get you home, I told you not to drink that much, top shelf bourbon really gets to you, and so does being a greedy little cunt.”
He smiled tossing her into the floorboard of his truck, her eyes now resting on the bag beneath her paralyzed frame not fully comprehending just precisely what those tools were for. She started to scream unable to move her voice muffled sounding like a kitten who was sprayed in the snow with ice cold water. The axe fell out and the tips of the poisoned arrows peered out as well,
“I knew you’d ruin my Easter surprise; are you cold? You’re trembling just like a rabbit.”
Kyle laughed manically as the bunny ears fell out onto the floorboard, she started to cry realizing for once in her life how fucking stupid she was for using people and throwing them away for all these years, this is where it got her, in the fucking floorboard of a sadistic killer, a man she’d been so cruel too on countless occasions never realizing that he has two very different, sides to him. The worst part no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember him, either version of him; the creaking continued in the axles underneath the snow packed floorboards, time was fleeting, tonight Holly was going to die.
Jess with Kyle’s book set on her nightstand smiled feeling his energy disconnect from hers for the first time since she heard his voice on the phone weeks ago. She smiled conscious to the fact that in her years and many lifetimes crafting her art in Tantra that anyone resonating in a human body could only endure either sexual energy or primal energy. As no physical body could create both simultaneously without imploding into the subconscious realm and destroying the personality into a mutated spiritual being. That magnetic pull he had over her was lifted now that his other self had risen from the inner dungeons and cold, stone cellars of his heart.
“I knew you couldn’t handle that much of my succubus energy and still focus on hunting tonight, you made your choice, and I’m more than satiated. Time to shroud myself in psychic silence and go on a little hunt of my own.”
She pulled the bedding back and walked towards her closet, leaning down towards the floor in an inconspicuous place was a black steamer trunk with golden locks, she reached down opening it and pulled out her black tactical cat suit, boots and night vision goggles.
The screaming wouldn’t stop tonight, she’d never heard it quite this intensely before, maybe they knew he was gone, and were trying to escape. Jess had to figure out who or what the fuck was downstairs, her mind couldn’t focus on swooning anymore. She felt a deep pull, a psychic connection that ran deeply flashing back to a previous time in her life when she had never imagined herself ever being happier.
Those years she spent across the ocean with Sara, the one that went missing when she left late at night to run a quick errand before returning home to her beloved Mistress. Instead still missing, Jess still searching and following her cries across the globe to find her, to bring her home to the woman that loves her more than life itself. She knew when she’d gone searching for her that night hours after Sara went missing that a torn piece of cloth with a single drop of blood was the only piece of evidence she had to search for her in regards to her beautiful pet. This very piece of fabric and the DNA results that revealed the identity of The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter was the only information she had to follow, to pursue to this very moment in her rigged closet with secret tunnel light creeping in. Hoping to find her and to hold her close wishing that she wasn’t already buried six feet underground in Kyle’s beloved cemetery.
Jess traveled back from nostalgia and lost dreams to present reality, wiping a tear from her face before pulling on the rest of her cat suit and hood, before lacing up her boots and turning out the lights. Putting her goggles on exactly as she saw fit she smiled as they turned on, the entire bedroom was illuminated in layers of green; she noticed another crack of light creeping in, not from the closet this time but from the bottom corner of her panoramic mirror. She tried her best to peer into the peeling corner realizing now fully that it was in fac
t a two way mirror, she then wandered into the bathroom smiling wickedly and searching for any clues. After nearly twenty minutes she found a small pinprick along the wall of mirrors behind her, the ones she relished staring into her own eyes while touching her sweet peach with Kyle’s powerful image in mind.
“You weren’t joking when you said you see everything, were you Sir?” she smiled realizing that the two way mirror in her bedroom extended into and throughout this entire wall in her bathroom. An entire room was behind there. Floor to ceiling exposed, the largest movie screen a director, producer and film creator could ever hope to find carnal muses for creative processes, or to help this big bad wolf’s mouth to water while watching his eventual prey washing his next meal.
She wanted so badly for these goggles to have the ability to peer through walls, she had to figure out how to access this room behind her mirrored voyeur cage. If anybody else had done this to her she’d be livid, ready to kill. But in this moment she found herself absolutely soaking wet, the mere thought that he’d seen countless shows of her truest desires for him already. She was more than thrilled to find new and countless ways to share that torture with him, her entire wing was a silver screen slaughterhouse and she was the livestock being watched; monitored and waiting to be hunted down and devoured long into the night.
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