by Dark Angel
"Okay," I say sadly as he kisses my forehead.
I head back to my room and pull on a simple pair of jeans and a soft sweatshirt I find in the closet. I sit in the chair by the window and stare out over the grounds.
I wonder what he's doing and where he's doing it? Suddenly my heart races as I realize I am alone for the first time ever since he captured me. I could technically walk out right now and never look back. I know there are cars with keys in them. I'll just take one and drive away. He won't come after me if he knows I left of my own volition.
I slip on some shoes and race down the stairs, through the outside gate, and into the garage. I pick the closest car I can find that has keys in it. I get in and feel the cool, supple leather against my skin. I'm in some gorgeous sports car. I know nothing about cars but I do know that this will get me out of here quickly. I never have to see Jeremy again or think about his vicious nature. I can leave and be free. I won't even have to see my parents. I'll just go somewhere and start a new life and pretend that none of this ever happened. I start the car and it purrs.
I don't drive away though. Not yet. Thoughts of my parents remind me of how Jeremy is the only person in my life who has ever loved me. He has done things for me when nobody else has veered bothered. My parents used me for their own gain, my classmates taunted me constantly, and I've never had a friend in the world until this one man, this handsome man, came into my life. He's killed for me. And when my classmates were getting slaughtered I didn't flinch, I didn't move, I didn't try to help them at all. I just felt...nothing. I didn't care whether they or I lived or died. So why am I feeling things so deeply now? Replaying in my mind how Jeremy has killed for me brings up feelings of satisfaction that are entirely foreign to me but which feel so good. I love him. I secretly love that he kills for me. It makes me feel gratified, protected, and safe. Maybe instead of running away from him, I am running away from the person I am becoming because of him. My truth has been dormant, sleeping, unable to wake because life was almost not worth living. Now he's ignited the passion in me and it's sick and wrong but I don't care. Something about killing bad people makes me feel strong and powerful. They deserve. it. Jeremy doesn't kill out of diabolical spite, he kills to make things even, to level the playing field, and to bring justice to depraved people who deserve to die.
I realize that I don't want to leave. This is my final destination. I get out of the car and walk the grounds for a few minutes to let my fate sink in. I decide to go inside and to make Jeremy a beautiful meal that will surprise him and hopefully I can convey my thanks to him, my beloved man.
Carrie
I've changed into some sexy, black lingerie and I'm wearing a black slip over it. My heels are on, my hair is in curls down my back and I have been preparing all day to make Jeremy dinner. He always does such a good job making me the most exquisite dishes and though it's taking me much longer, I'm trying to repay the favor and to do the same for him. I've been reading recipes all day and watching videos. I am not the greatest cook in the world, having never had to do it before. And especially compared to Jeremy, I am bad at this, but I'm trying my hand at it, if not to impress him then to at least show him I care.
I've got subtle jazz music playing and I'm swaying my hips to it as I put the final touches on my Sauce Espagnole. Man, this cooking thing is hard. I hear someone enter the room behind me and I swing around to meet Jeremy.
"You're here! Look what I've been—"
My words are cut off as I gasp and swallow hard. It's him. It's not Jeremy. It’s…Carter. And he's alone. I'm here alone with Carter. Fuck. I need Jeremy here, now.
"Hi Carrie," he evenly says to my shocked face. "My, my, what have we here? Cooking I see? And, oh lovely you're dressed."
He stares at me intently and I suddenly feel self-conscious in my flimsy outfit. I'm sure he can see through it, to my new lingerie.
He comes behind me and I'm standing perfectly still unable to move for the fear coursing through my body. I do not feel safe with Carter. Everything about him makes my caution signs ring off. He is alarming me and I try to stay cool.
"Oh, hi Carter," I say it nonchalantly. "Did Jeremy invite you for dinner? I can easily set another place. He'll be back any minute." The truth is I have no idea where Jeremy is or when he'll be back. He's been out all day.
Carter laughs something wicked, "I think we both know there's no Jeremy here. Don't you think I've timed this right? I'm very meticulous."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the way you've come between me and Jeremy. I'm not going to allow it Carrie. Jeremy has become wrapped up in you and it's all over. He's been distracted and I can't have that."
"What are you saying, Carter? I haven't done anything to you."
"Oh but you have," He's behind me, breathing down my neck in an eerie way. I can feel his cold, domineering stature behind me and I slowly look around for a weapon in case it comes to that.
"Did the detective find you?"
I spin around to glare in his face. "What? Did you call him? You told him where I was? Why would you do that?"
"I told you," he traces his long finger down the side of my face and places my hair behind my ear. "You've become a distraction."
"Listen, Carter, I don't know who you think you are but Jeremy loves me, and I love him. You will never come between us."
This seems to piss him off, the fact that we are in love, and he screams in my face, "You are not like us! You will never be like us no matter what you think you're playing at. Did you think you would come to the dark side and get back out alive?"
He's truly frightening now and I grab the large knife I've been using to cut vegetables. I point it at him and my hand is shaking. He smirks at me in a condescending way like I'm a child.
"You're way out of your league, Carrie. Besides, there will be plenty of time for knives later." And he grabs the knife I'm holding with his bare hand and it slices into him with blood dripping everywhere and he doesn't seem to care or notice.
With one quick movement, he's got me by the hair and he's dragging me out of the kitchen. I can tell he's headed for the basement and I don't know what's down there but I do know that if I go down there with him I will not come back up alive. I fight and claw at him but it's truly like child's play to him as he's so much stronger. He's got me by the arm now and no matter how much I kick and scream and scratch at him, there's no stopping it. He's going to kill me.
He's pulling me down the stairs but I've grabbed onto the door frame and just then to my great relief Jeremy strides in the door. He registers what is happening and immediately comes to my aid.
"What the fuck are you doing Carter?"
Carter holds me by the waist, and I’m pulling away for Jeremy. I want his arms to encircle me and to protect me from this monster.
"She's a distraction. You know that!"
"Let her go...now." Jeremy's voice has a tone of violence like I've never heard before. He's deadly serious.
"Family comes first Jeremy. That's what we've always said."
"You're exactly right.” Jeremy lunges forward and swipes me out of the way with one hand and with the other he attacks Carter. He knocks him unconscious. Carter's large frame falls down the basement stairs.
I am shocked in this moment that Jeremy chose me over Carter, his only family.
"Jeremy...you chose me."
"Of course I did." He's grasping me now, tightly. "I will never let anything come between us."
I cling to him, reliving what I just witnessed. "It was horrible, Jeremy. I thought I would die. I thought I would lose you forever."
"You will never lose me. I love you, and I'm about to show you how much."
Jeremy
I have Carter strapped to the table in the basement and I'm about to make him my most personal kill. I never thought I'd be in this position with my so-called brother but here we are. I'm about to slice him from limb to limb and Carrie is watching. It's the first t
ime she's seen me in action and I hope it turns her on to see me do this to someone that I love so much. I am doing this for her. I love her and I would go to any lengths to protect her. It's too bad Carter had to cross the line, my one boundary, of trying to hurt the girl I love. I want him to die. I won't make him suffer too much because I'm not into the gory details, just the pleasure of seeing a soul leave a body. I hope Carrie sees what I see in the whole venture, but we will see soon.
"Carrie, come closer, so you can watch."
She looks hesitant but she approaches nonetheless. This night will change her life if she can handle it.
"I want you to know that I would never, ever hurt you like this, even if you leave me or betray me. But, I would hurt anyone else that comes close to offending you, do you understand? I am doing this to my once loved brother because my love for you is greater than anything at all."
She nods her head slowly and a look of vengeance comes into her eyes. "I understand."
"I want you to see how I do it, and maybe one day you will be brave enough to do it on your own."
She harbors no hesitation now — her eyes light up and I think that she may have finally gotten it.
I start to wake Carter up. I shake him and both Carrie and I look into his tormented face as he realizes his plan to hurt her has backfired. He's now ours, and our love is what brought him down. He's struggling against the restraints but he's got no leverage and absolutely no one to come help him.
"Do you know, Carter, that I trusted you. You were my only family, my brother, and you betrayed me. Do you see how deeply that would hurt me?"
"It's her," he screams. "She has come between us. You let a little whore wreck everything!"
I am fuming but controlled, always in control. "You betrayed me, Carter. I trusted you to know this precious gift, this new treasure that has entered my life and instead of being appreciative you betrayed me instead. Did you really think you could win? Against me?"
I'm laughing now and I glance at Carrie who has a wild expression on her face.
"She's not like us.” Carter is near hysterics as the gravity of what he's done starts to weigh heavily on him. "She will never be able to live up to you."
"That's where you're wrong," I snarl. "She is everything like us and I knew that from the start. We could have all been family, together, but instead, you betrayed me. And true families do not betray each other. You were never my brother. You were always jealous of me. Really, she and I are alike…and you’re a problem. And now you will pay."
He tries a different angle but nothing will work. I see him for his true colors now. "She will never replace me," he is desperate. "No one can replace me, certainly not that fucking slut."
I have a fire in my eyes now and in my heart. He continues to dig himself a deeper grave.
"That was really not a nice thing to say, was it Carrie? Aren't you upset by what he just said?"
She nods coolly.
"Then I think we shall begin."
I take out my knife and show it to Carrie. "It's called the Gem of the Orient. Isn't it beautiful."
She touches her finger along the blade and accidentally cuts herself. I take her finger to my lips and suck the blood away.
Carter's eyes are wide in terror because he now knows I am serious and that he made a giant mistake by deserting me.
I slowly cut along his arms, flaying him to expose the inner workings of his muscles. He shouts out in pain. I watch Carrie closely and she runs her tongue along her teeth and I can tell she is enjoying the process.
"I love watching you," she says. "I didn't think I would."
I gently carve at his legs, making sure not to pop any blood vessels. I am inflicting non-fatal wounds to draw the pain out. Carter screams in agony and Carrie's eyes light up with the same fire that is in mine.
Carter begs, "Please stop. I'll do whatever, I'll disappear, I promise."
"Your promises don't matter now Carter. It's too late. You deluded yourself into thinking that you could let me down and that it would okay. it isn't."
Carrie is watching, utterly fascinated. I pull the knife along his skin, watching as it opens up like a present.
"This can all end when you want it to Carter. Just say the words. You know the drill."
He is so consumed by fear and pain. And he's aware too that the longer this drags out the more Carrie and I are getting turned on. He knows the exact feeling because he's done it himself many times.
"Oh fuck, please just kill me. Do it." He is sobbing wildly and Carrie comes closer to his face.
She says, "I am not a whore, you son-of-a-bitch." She whispers it in his ear like she wants him to know that she's got the power. It turns me on so much to see her in action and I am proud of her.
"Kill me!"
With one slit of the knife across his neck he is fading. Carrie watches the life drain out of his body and I can tell she's enjoying it and she finally understands what I'm about. Now the two of us can finally become one as we're in this together. I'm so glad she gave me the time to show her. It's like she finally understands me.
She smiles up at me as the life in Carter's eyes disappears and she says, "I love you."
I come toward her and consume her with a kiss. She is mine forever, this I know for sure.
Carrie
Jeremy is standing in front of me, my eyes are searching him as I run my fingers down his arm. My fingers pry his from the hilt of the knife; the sound of it falling to the floor seems to be swallowed by the darkness of the basement. I can’t control my breathing; my adrenaline is causing my heart to race. I take Jeremy's hand and place it on my hip. He pulls me into him and our foreheads touch. Our ragged breathing is all we can hear right now, and my fingers caress his cheek before making my way to his lips.
He plants a kiss on the tips of my fingers and it sends a shiver through my body. This is a feeling I have never felt before, nothing matters right now. We don’t ruin this moment by speaking. His other hand comes up to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair as he fists it and yanks my head back. His mouth is instantly over mine, his tongue caressing my lips before I pull his lip into my mouth, sucking on it I can taste the sweet metallic on his lip. My hands slide up and down his back touching and caressing it.
As our tongues swirl and dance around each other Jeremy presses harder into me, making sure no space remains. I put my hand out behind me, using the table as my anchor and my foot comes up slightly. Kicking Carter’s lifeless body causes me to giggle to myself. Locked in our embrace, our kiss makes the room feel like it is spinning. I let his tongue dance around exploring every inch of my mouth. Nothing is off limits to him.
We finally come up for air and my entire body is tingling now. I feel completely alive. I peel myself away from Jeremy. My hands slide down the front of his shirt; sticky with Carter's blood. It only makes me want him even more. I fumble with his belt buckle, the sound of it releasing exciting me. I grasp his zipper and yank it down. I move my mouth over the opening of his boxers, breathing over the head of his huge cock that I want in my mouth so badly. I use my hands and slide his slacks down, bringing his boxers with them.
God, his cock is gorgeous. I let the tip of my tongue linger on that head as my eyes slowly move up the entire length of his body. Our eyes lock on each other as I part my lips and guide his head inside my mouth. I suck tight, my lips holding onto his cock.
Jeremy's fingers are running through my hair. He tightens his grip and shoves me down on his cock. I love the taste of him as I slide his shaft down my throat, and finding my rhythm I start to go up and down on it turning my head from side to side. I place my foot on Carter’s chest and the heel of my shoe presses deep into it.
My tongue starts to twist around Jeremy’s shaft. I can feel his legs shiver as my hands move to caress his heavy balls. Taking them into my hands I juggle them back and forth before I start gently kneading. There is a deep groan that escapes from Jeremy's throat. I turn my gaze back u
p towards him. Our eyes lock as he thrusts his hips into me. I try to speed up to match the rhythm of his cock slamming into my mouth. It is getting harder to keep my erotic feelings at a calm and a manageable flurry as they are rushing over me trying to take full control of me.
My clit is fluttering hard as I feel his veins popping up on the sides of his shaft. I pull my mouth off of it. I want to lick and suck every inch of his cock. My lips kiss their way down the underside of his shaft to get to his balls. I plant kisses on them, just wanting to touch him and make him mine. I want Jeremy to know that I am his, in every way imaginable. I part my lips and let his balls rest right inside my mouth just to tease him. The tip of my tongue runs across them quickly. I start off slowly tightening my cheeks around them, and as I I place my hands on each one of Jeremy’s thighs I can feel the shiver that is coursing through his body. I look up at him as I release his balls from my mouth.
Taking hold of his shaft, I lick up and down the underside as I make my way back up to the massive head of his cock. It is slick with pre-cum. Jeremy tastes so delicious on my tongue I swipe his head before I roll my tongue back into my mouth, letting his juices slide down the back of my throat. My mouth is aching for his cum. I feel the pull of my hair tangled around his fingers and I love his claiming touch, and it sends my pleasure up higher and higher. The way he starts taking control is enough to drive me insane in the best way possible because I love being his personal fuck toy, especially after what we’ve just done. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat with one thrust and I quickly go to work, tightening my cheeks around. My eyes roll back as I prepare myself for that glorious release of his cum that I crave. My hands move up from his thighs to caress his stomach. I play with the sticky fabric that is covering his beautiful physique and love every moment of our shared passion.
My gaze meets his as I can feel him staring at me.
