Vengeance

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    I sat there waiting; I knew it would be only a matter of moments before he returned. Of course, he knew nothing of me; I was just another face in the crowd. "Not tonight," I whispered, "Not tonight," I said it louder; "never again will I be another face, now he shall know ME!" I looked around the room quickly and listened. I need to learn to control myself, he can have no warning.

    I loved him. I had watched and cared for him for years. Every night he would make love to me, touching the most tender parts of my body. I would love him back with equal passion. He would be with me whenever I wished, all I had to do was think of him and he would be there.

    I looked at the knife I held in my hand. Yes, I loved him, and that was why, now, I had to end his life. Oh, I did not want to kill him at first, but one night, during a passionate moment, he made me promise. I finally said yes. Since then, he has grown more and more violent. Finally, now, I want him dead. The voices he made would be silent, and the pain he caused would be no more.

    "Oh you bastard," I whispered into the empty room, "you even chased my friends away, made them think I was crazy." Now, I thought, they will know. He will be dead, and I will be better; almost back to normal. I caressed the blade in my hand. He had given it to me, or at least had told me where to find it, in his drawer. It was flawless, fine enough for a surgeon to use. Yes, he had told me everything, even how to attack.

    It would be pleasurable to see the look on his face as the blade entered the skin and mutilated the muscle hidden underneath. Just a few more moments and then he will be mine. Of course, he really knew nothing of this, it was not in this form that he visited me, night after night. Oh, he would never do that, but he would still come. I could feel him as he did things to me no one else would or could do. Now however, it would end.

    I watch as the door opens slowly and he sees me. My blade hidden behind my arm, I bring myself into the light. I watch his eyes as they travel over my  nude body. I wonder for a moment if he can see the marks that he himself placed on my previously perfect skin. I look at the smile on his face and know he cannot. I can though, I can feel them too. They are points along my body which send pain radiating through like a spasm.

     I step towards him again, completely silent. My smile hides my menace. He reaches out with his arm and I pull him to me with my free hand. I kiss him, wrapping him in my arms.

    "He knows, he knows," the voices echo in my mind; relentless.

    I hold him so tightly that he cannot move, and plunge the blade into his back, to his heart. I twist and turn the knife in his body, digging it deeper with each movement. he struggles for a moment, only a moment. I had been taught well and knew he could never escape. he looked at me, and the fear in his eyes was enough to make me orgasm.

    "YES!" I cried, into the emptiness.

    He went limp in my arms, and his blood flowed over my hands. I laid him down carefully, positioning him as if he were asleep. I took my fingers, the very ones that had just clasped the knife, and wiped his lips. Then, slowly, I bent down and kissed him gently.

    "Good night my love," I whispered to him quietly.

    I rose from him and went to the shower. I rinsed the blood from my body
and dressed myself. As I walked out, I took one last look at him.

    "Pathetic," I said. But now the job was done, and the voices were silent.
It was finally over.

    It was dark. Candlelight flickered on the wall and barely illuminated her face as she lay, waiting. Cree’s dark hair was fanned out on the pillow, and as she turned her head to look at the candle, she felt its softness against her cheek. The flame danced before her, an orange spot on her dark eyes. It seemed as though years had passed since she lay down here, waiting. But he wouldn’t come tonight. She had made sure of it. Still though, something was not right. The peace she had enjoyed was fading, the voices beginning to whisper in her head again. Then, the telltale squeal of the old door handle turning, and the room was filled with light from the hallway. He stood there, a tall silhouette, and Cree had to squint to see him. She brought a hand up to shield her eyes from the light just as he stepped in and closed the door. Stepping silently across the room, he came to her. The bed lowered a bit as he sat next to her, his hand reaching for her brow.

    The bed suddenly seemed smaller to Cree, he was there, for real, and she couldn’t move away. “But it was a dream… It had to be.” Her eyes widened. She had been expecting him, but never like this. He was too real. The hand that brushed her face was clothed in flesh, not the bone and shadow she was used to. The sound of her whimpering seemed too loud, but it was hardly more than a whisper. “I killed you,” she whispered.

    “No… You could never kill me my love. I am here always. Waiting for you even as you wait for me. I listen to your footsteps, and your cries, and they excite me. I dream about you and tonight, I decided to finally come and have you for myself.” Viciously tender fingers traced a line down her cheek, to her neck.

    Cree shivered. The agony about what she had done, mingling with the fear she was feeling. In a brief moment she realized her error, that poor man had not known her. It was this… thing who had loved, then terrorized her so much. How had she been wrong? Her nightmares had been filled with his passion and pain, yet another paid the price. And now it was her turn.

    “Are you cold pet? The heat from, your evening has ebbed hasn’t it.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead, “A kill so fresh I can still taste it on you, and you lose it. How fleeting is your life that such power can dissipate so quickly?”

    A chill spread through her, pervading her bones. Yet, she could feel heat from him, the chill was in her. From her heart, spreading. Her head nodded, unable to voice any answers or questions.

    “You have lived in my dreams for so long, I can’t be without you. You understand that, don’t you?” For a bried moment, he seemed almost afraid she would fight back against the cold, against him. But he saw the resignation in her face, and gathered her up into his arms. “You know we must be together. After sharing as much as we have, we cannot part.” Silently his kissed her cheek. Then, his lips traveled slowly down to her neck. He sucked at it gently, and could feel tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. He gently bit into her neck, piercing the vein, and began to drink from her. Feeling her life’s blood flow into him, causing him to grow, to be more than he was. He pulled himself away, his dark eyes red in the candlelight. He watched her, and then quickly cut his hand, placing it over her mouth before finishing his feeding.

    Cree’s tears had stopped as she drifted, she tasted the bitter blood filling her mouth, and she had the last mortal thought she would ever experience. “Now I am his... and my nightmare will never end…”

The End