The Blue Rose

31. Aster

THIRTY-ONE

ASTER

G etting a text from Serena was unexpected, but what she said made my hair stand up.

Serena

On the way to your house with a surprise. It’s my version of lamb. Meet me at your workplace. Can’t wait to see you!

She’s finally coming home, and I can’t wait to see her. She knows my victims are little lambs. She said it’s her version. I leave everything at the house, door unlocked, place on some boots, and run to the shed. I don’t know how far she is from the house, so I don't have much time to prepare everything. The sky is overcast, and it looks like a storm is coming. The weather is causing my stomach to knot; a premonition for what’s to come.

Aster

Excited to see you, I can’t wait for my surprise. I’ll be ready.

I burst into my workshop and start to get the room ready. I lay new plastic down, and get my work clothes on, taking off my regular boots and replacing them with my rubber work boots. The only thing I can think of is she needs me to kill someone. But who?

I will gladly take every life she asks me to, but I can’t figure out who she’s bringing me. I grab a needle and fill it with ketamine in case she doesn't knock out my newest victim.

Dirt on the road starts to crunch and my phone dings, alerting me Serena has arrived. Everytime an unwilling soul has been brought into my slaughterhouse, it has been on my terms. Nothing has ever gone wrong. The steps I take make sure I never get caught. Serena has never done this. Will her taking this person be the reason for my demise? I take a deep, calming breath, shaking away the nerves before walking out and seeing only her beautiful face, nervous and glancing toward her passenger seat. The person in the car must be laying down. I walk over and open the door, making the guy jump. He freaks out, trying to unbuckle his seatbelt, but before he can, I stab his neck and inject the drug, making him slump backward.

I unbuckle him, and I drag his body out of the car into my shed. Serena grabs his feet, helping me lug his body onto the table. I hold him up, take off his shirt, then lay him back down. Strapping him down, I take off his sunglasses, instantly recognizing him as the guy from the flea market.

I’ve been wanting to get my hands on this loser ever since he asked my girl out but had no information on him. To have my vixen bring him to me… a wicked smile spreads across my face. This really is a gift.

Serena paces back and forth, biting her nails. “I didn’t know what else to do. He's Tyler’s brother, and he is hellbent on the idea that you killed Tyler.”

No wonder he wanted to go on a date with Serena.

“He said he knew who I was before the market, and he found me to find out what happened to his brother.” She’s rambling and messing with her hair, showing how nervous and anxious she is. I hate seeing her like this. I hate even more that this loser stalked my woman. Killing him is going to be his penance for that.

I grab Serena by both shoulders, halting her pacing and making her look at me. “You did the right thing coming here; it’s okay.” I walk over to my newest victim and search his hoodie and pants to check for a phone.

“What are you doing?” Serena asks, coming to stand behind me.

“Making sure he doesn’t have a phone on him.”

“Oh, I made sure he left it in the store. I told him you had eyes everywhere and we needed to be careful.”

My naughty little vixen, I haven’t even taught her anything, but she knew to make sure he couldn’t be tracked.

“You did good,” I whisper and kiss her forehead. “Now go wait in the car. You don’t want to see what I’m going to do to him.”

“Actually,” she fidgets with her hands, looking down at her feet. “I was wondering if I could help?”

My eyes bug out of my head. Was not expecting that. “I don’t know-”

“Before you make a decision, while we wait for him to wake up, I need to tell you what I found out.”

Listening to Serena speak about what she’s done, I was expecting tears, but none fell. I can’t believe she was the one to end her mom’s life, and then forgot about it. That trauma stays with you forever, but my vixen has never been like anyone else. I’m impressed she murdered two souls, but also worried she forgot all of that happened. What if she forgets again? What both her mom and dad told her, it was a mercy kill. She was miserable and in pain; she couldn’t wait any longer. I would have done the same thing for my mother had she asked.

Now Jessica, the way Serena killed her and the things she said to her. I’m proud of her younger self for finally ridding the world of the leech she was. Her methods of torture are a lot more… creative, than mine. I stare at her bewildered with who my woman is, smiling as she tells me her past. That darkness inside her has been locked up for so long, and it’s finally begging to be freed. We met, we’ve been connected for so long, because I’m supposed to unleash her beast. I’m supposed to train her. Hone her. Mold her.

She said she started to remember when we met, that she had dreams she didn’t realize were memories, but every time she tried to dig deeper, she would get an intense pain. I can’t even imagine the agony she went through to finally understand everything from her past. My face softens to one of concern, when she tells me that. She said she blacked out from all the pain, and when she woke up all of her memories returned.

Once she finished telling me everything, the reason for her animosity towards her dad and his new bride to be made more sense. I’m glad their relationship is slowly mending; a girl needs her dad.

Weird that her parents had an open relationship, I can only ever see myself being with one person, and that is this feisty girl in her pajamas standing before me. I never thought my heart would beat again, but it started beating for my little vixen, and belongs to her until, and after our dying breaths. Looking her up and down, makes me chuckle with how cute she is. Her tiny stature in red tie-dye shorts and a matching spaghetti strap tank top with two skeleton hands holding up the rockstar sign. When did she take off her hoodie? I look around the room and see it’s discarded by the door. It is a little warm here, especially since I turned on the incinerator. She must have taken it off, and put her hair up in a messy bun with loose strands falling into her face, when I was strapping our newest victim down.

Distracted by that one piece of hair, I tuck it behind her ear, and she stops talking, eyes locking with mine, her breath frozen. It is just us in this moment, two souls finding and understanding one another. God, she is beautiful.

“You’re just as fucked as your boyfriend,” the man on the table coughs.

Serena yelps, and I turn around to glare down at him. “You’re going to regret saying that to my vixen; speaking to her like that is signing your own death sentence.”

“Fuck you both,” he spits.

I turn back to Serena as she eyes us curiously. I place a hand on her shoulder, gauging her attention. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I stare hard into her eyes, trying to see any sense of hesitation.

She looks to our victim, then back at me, and bobs her head, determination in her eyes swirling like the dangerous sea. “Okay, but before we begin, you need to change.”

I walk us over to the closet full of my work clothes and help her into the coveralls. Seeing her standing there, dressed the same as me, makes my cock twitch. Not now.

She opens the drawers, curiously picking up and setting down the tools she doesn’t want to use. I’ve never killed with anyone before, so this is not only new for her, but for me. Mom and Dad were partners in crime, maybe I finally found mine.

“You’re a lying bitch-”

Smack

“Don’t call me a bitch, Bradley, or I’ll never tell you what happened to your brother.” She turns back around, still trying to find her weapon of choice. If Serena didn’t slap him when he insulted her, I was going to punch him. But my vixen can take care of herself it seems. I lean on the door and watch as she wanders around the shed, looking for something that calls to her. Bradley is acting tough, but I know he’s scared. I can see the sweat drip from his forehead. Pathetic. Just like his brother.

“Do you want to know what happened to Tyler?”

Bradley’s head snaps in my direction, and I push off the wall. “He insulted my girl, so I followed him after I had my dessert.” I look up to see Serena holding a hammer, her eyes meeting mine. She’s wide eyed and blushing, and I smirk at her. She shakes her head and turns around to resume her search. “I drugged him, took him back here, laid him on this very table-” I tap it while walking around him “-Then I tortured and killed him for looking and touching what is mine .” I tug on his restraints. “You? You are getting worse. See, my little vixen wants to play, and being the generous man I am, I’m going to let her.”

“You’re both sick; you’re not going to get away with this!” He seethes.

I walk over to Serena, who is watching our interaction, placing my arms around her waist and laying my head on her shoulder. “We already did. Sure, they’ll look for you for a while, but no body, no crime. You’ll fade into ash, just like Tyler” I turn to look at the incinerator, flames burning bright.

“You’re going to burn me alive?” he stutters, his body flexing against the table.

I kiss Serena’s neck, “No, I’m not doing anything. Serena is going to decide your fate, and I promise it will be worse than death.”

She smiles wickedly, leaving my arms, making me miss her touch already. “Bradley, you thought Aster was who you should be afraid of, but haven’t you been told you should never trust a pretty face.”

She turns around and whispers in my ear. A sinister smile spreads across my face, and I go get what my vixen asked for. I return with the chainsaw in my hand, her eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas getting exactly what they asked for from Santa; it’s cute.

She takes it gleefully, lovingly tracing her hand over the chain.

“Looks like she’s chosen her weapon of choice.”

“Please! Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry; okay? I’m sorry I insulted you. I’ll stop looking for my brother. I can even get the cops off of you and point them to his ex. Please !” he cries, “don’t kill me.”

Serena ignores his pleas, and starts talking, “You know, I didn’t know how I wanted to kill you. Everything I picked up just didn’t feel right. Then I thought back to how you ambushed me at the coffee shop, and it clicked. The drink I ordered had a chainsaw with it, and what better way to make you bleed than with one?”

Damn; the things this girl says turns me on so much. I reach down, adjusting myself. She sees from the corner of her eye and smiles.

I walk over while she’s talking to Bradley and grab some goggles for both of us. Things are about to get messy. She pulls the starter cord, after a couple tugs, it pulses to life. I place the goggles over her eyes as she brings the chainsaw down, letting it hover over his dick. Bradley squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for a cut that hasn’t come.

“You know,” she hums, bringing it back up, “I wonder what is going to be louder; the chainsaw or your screams? Shall we find out?” With no warning she brings it down on his leg, cutting just below his knee. Blood shoots out with every inch she cuts, spraying us both. The screams ripped from his throat are much louder than the chainsaw, which makes Serena stop once again, her head tilts and a wide smile lifts her cheeks. “I guess it was your screams.” I stay in the shadows behind her, watching her, with a raging hard on, shifting occasionally to readjust.

She cuts the next leg off and he passes out, probably from the pain, being unable to endure it. She turns off the chainsaw and places it down, turning a pouty face towards me. “Is he already dead? I was just beginning my fun.” Her bottom lip pokes out, and I seize it between my teeth. Her mouth parts eagerly and I let out a guttural moan, pulling her flush against me.

I force us apart, breathing heavily. Can’t get too excited when there is still work to be done. Her chest heaves, and her eyes are glassed over. I swipe the blood from her lips, smearing it across her chin. “He’s still alive, for now. I can wake him back up, but you won’t have long until he dies from blood loss.”

She nods her head eagerly and retrieves two hooks from the drawer. I lift my brow in a question. She shrugs her shoulders. “Just sticking with the theme.” I laugh, shaking my head.

She might be more twisted than me.

Grabbing a bucket to fill with water, I throw it over Bradley's face. He wakes up in a coughing fit, and Serena leans over him, hooks raised in her hands. His eyes widen, and he starts pleading again, barely above a whisper.

“Have you ever seen the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre ?” she asks, turning and looking at the hooks.

He slowly nods, his eyes glued to her hands.

“Do you know what Leatherface does with these?” He gulps. “I can’t very well do the same thing; there’s nowhere to hang you from, so I have to get creative.” She scrapes one hook across the table, a piercing, screeching sound echoing around the room. He flinches from the noise, leaning away from her as much as he’s able.

She bangs both hooks on either side of his head, making his body shake, hovering above him. She’s in her element. She may have forgotten who she truly is, and I thought I would have to help navigate her back, but it’s like riding a bike. Once you willingly take one life, the next is as easy as breathing. Sweeter. Watching the life leave their eyes is euphoric. That is where Serena is right now. I don’t think she remembers I’m in the room with her. The way she’s lost in torturing him is how she is when she paints. Completely absorbed in her work, her mind singularly focused.

I watch as her head cocks to the side, a small smile slipping from her face. “I don’t want you to die yet, Bradley; that would end my fun.” She places one hook down and holds the other above his face, his eyes crisscrossed watching. “Let's see if this kills you.” She brings the hook down, stabbing it into his eye with a satisfying squelch. He bites his tongue so no screams are to be heard. Not reacting in the way Serena was hoping for, she brings the hook, and eye, out. She repeats with his other eye, and this time he screams, giving us both a satisfied smile. “Oh, you’re still alive; goody! What shall we do next?” She drops the bloodied eyeball hooks to the ground and walks back to my workbench, ready to choose her next weapon.

He starts coughing up blood. I grimace, knowing he’s close to meeting the grim reaper. I walk over to Serena, and whisper in her ear, making her jump, “He’s close to death.” She glances behind me and sees his eyelids fluttering, his breath stuttering in his chest. The last thing she grabs is the knife I use to end my little lamb’s lives.

She looks at me and smiles, knowing exactly what it is because of her dreams. “Let's end him, together.” I smile at her, resting the blade over his heart. Her hand wraps around mine, her eyes piercing my very soul. We slowly push into his chest, the skin giving under the sharp steel. I hear him start gurgling, but we never look. We stare at one another, blood covering her hair and face. I stood behind her a couple times, so I can only imagine how much blood is on me.

I cup her cheek with my free hand. She nuzzles into my touch, and I bring my lips to hers. The kiss tastes metallic, but it is sweet and she and I crave more. Our hands leave the blade, fingers dancing along one another's skin. I pick her up and set her on the table next to a lifeless Bradley, her legs wrapping around my waist, her lips never leaving mine.

Breaking away from the kiss, both breathless and desperate for more, I leave her sitting there and grab pieces of Bradley to chuck into the fire. I grab the saw and break away the other pieces to fit and burn nicely.

Almost all of him is burning now, and Serena comes up behind me with the hooks. She plucks the eyes off and throws each one in, watching them burst after hitting the flame.

We stand there, watching as he turns to ash. Our bodies glued to one another, her suit, that was always too big for her, starting to sag from the weight of the blood covering her. I take off mine, and she proceeds to do the same.

Throwing both into the fire, I take off my shirt next, her eyes widen and the other side of my vixen comes out to play. She bends down to take off her shorts, her panties slipping off with them.

My breathing accelerates, and my eyes roam over every inch of her succulent naked body. Her pussy, already glistening, begs for me to take it. My eyes reach hers, and I reach down removing the rest of my clothing, my cock springing free.

She looks down, a playful smile spreading across her face.

“Run,” I growl, and she takes off into the woods, waiting for me to find her and fuck her.