Chapter 27 Once You Die #2
They say women gossip like crazy, but men are much worse.
Despite my efforts, news spread fast at the center.
The only good thing about that this time was that because everyone knew about the new murder, they stayed out of my way.
I didn’t have to fake grace or manners with anyone.
I didn’t need to be near anyone and that was a good thing because I could hardly get my bearings.
The minute I tried to go back to work, my mind went blank.
A part of me was ecstatic because this meant I would see her.
No one could ever comprehend the sick shit I’d dreamed of doing to her, the daydreams I’d cooked up in my mind while jacking off to the memory of her, but this was as bad as it could get.
I didn’t really want her here. I wanted her in my bed, fainting from how many times I’d made her come.
I wanted her pregnant with my child, too happy raising our kids to think of anything else but us.
It had been two years since I’d seen her.
I’d just spent a “special weekend” with Master in his favorite city, Paris.
Although, how could something be special when it happened every three months for eight years and I didn’t have a choice?
At the airport, they canceled my flight and I ended up having to buy a whole different itinerary, connecting at Stansted airport.
At first, I wondered why that airport sounded so familiar, then it hit me, it was the closest airport to her campus.
The clerk at the airline’s service desk asked me what times were best. I chose the one with the twenty-four-hour layover.
I went to her campus and waited for her to wake in the morning.
When she walked out of her building, it was as if I were an addict who had finally gotten a taste of their favorite drug after a century.
My eyes landed on her, and immediately, every cell in my body vibrated at her magical presence.
There was a connection pulling me to her so aggressively I had to fight it.
She looked so beautiful, so calm, confident, and nonchalant.
Her black hair bounced with every determined step.
I longed to smell it, like the last time.
Did it still have the smell of crushed leaves?
The minute my eyes caught her lips, my cock hardened.
Her eyes looked straight ahead, finally not full of fear and sorrow like I’d seen last time.
She’d really listened to me and survived me and those assholes.
I let out a long breath of relief. My entire life was a series of atrocities I’d committed for one excuse or another, but at least I’d helped her, at least I’d tried to save her and she was okay. Thank God.
Watching my little one for a few hours was like being a thousand leagues under the sea, drowning for centuries, then the sight of her allowed me to take my first full breath.
I had to wait awhile for all the people to stop coming out of the dorm building to grab the door before it closed, and ran up the steps to my left, right after the mailboxes.
Her apartment was the last one on the left.
I unfolded the paper clip and stuck it in the keyhole, pushing in and turning clockwise.
Nothing happened, so I turned it counterclockwise and pushed.
I heard the click and nudged the door open.
The room had a tiny kitchenette to my right and a bed at the back of the place with a window to the side.
The only other door I opened led to a bathroom shared with the neighboring apartment, so I immediately backed into her quarters.
The only place I could hide in was her wardrobe.
Thank God she had a few long dresses for me to hide behind.
It wasn’t my first time in a narrow space, so I sat inside it until I heard the keys unlocking the door.
By then, I was sweating and so hard for her.
From the cracked-open door, I watched her take off her sweater, then grab something from the mini fridge and eat it with crackers as she turned the TV to the news.
She was a multitasker, eating while undressing until she was only wearing her bra and panties.
But she didn’t just throw the clothes around.
Everything had a place: the black boots behind the door on a square plastic tray, her sweater on the back of the only chair in the place, her clothes in the hamper.
She ate another cracker and gulped down a lot of water while reading some mail.
I wanted to ask her how her trip to Belfast went.
Did she start therapy because of what happened on prom night?
Was it working? If someone else hurt her, I needed to know so I could kill him before I returned to Master.
Once she was done with the food, she washed the dishes, cleaned the counter, and turned off the light there before walking into the bathroom.
The shower was on for a few minutes, then I heard her brushing her teeth.
At that time, I walked to the kitchen, hiding behind the galley.
In her towel, she returned to the room and put on a white babydoll gown and shorts, then got into bed.
She was watching the news and quickly dozing off.
I waited until there was a deep consistent breathing, almost snoring before I quietly placed my shoes by the door, walked over to her, and raked my fingers through her hair, pushing it back.
For a few seconds, her eyebrows scrunched but then relaxed again.
“Little One,” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Have you missed me?”
“Mm-hmmm.” She nodded while smiling. “Killian,” she whispered. A slow grin pulled at the corner of my lips. I didn’t even care that she’d called the wrong name as long as she let me do what I wanted to do. It was so cute, the way she talked in her sleep. God, why was I so feral for this girl?
Her eyes fluttered open, so I placed my palm over her mouth and apprehended her wrists, with her body pinned to the bed between my legs. Her eyes bulged at the sight of me. She shook her head and screamed into my palm.
“Shhh… I will not hurt you. I just want to talk.”
“Mmm-uh.” She was still shaking her head, screaming again and again and writhing with all her strength, trying to topple me over. I tightened my hold on her.
“Magdalena, please don’t make this difficul—”
She bent her leg and kicked my back sending a current of pain up my spine.
“I’m only here to talk!” Her only response was another scream and more twisting. I observed her descent into madness; the hysteria had her crying, kicking, trying to yank her wrists away.
As she thrashed, my hand lifted a little, allowing her pleas to clearly fill the room. “No! Noooo!”
“Shhh… Little One. I missed you so fucking much. So much.” My eyes filled with tears.
My obsession with her was pure torment. “I didn’t want to scare you,” I whispered while she fought me and failed.
When she thrashed and kicked me hard again, I dropped one of her wrists, and within three seconds, I had the tip of her knife digging into my throat but barely breaking the skin.
I arched back my neck and lifted my hands to free her.
A nervous laughter burst out of me. This was the only girl in all of my life who could make my heart pound, and I loved it.
I’d never felt as alive as I had in that moment.
“What the fuuuccck are you doing here?” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “God, I knew it. I knew you were here. I knew something was off. I knew sooner or later you’d show up.”
I lifted my upper body to sit on top of her, with my balls resting on top of her pussy. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
“Oh yeah, then why hide in my fucking home? Why sneak up on me?”
“Because I didn’t want to scare you out in the streets and have everyone attack me.”
“Gee, I wonder why, you fucking asshole.” If she was going to kill me, she would have already. I couldn’t hold the laughter building inside me. Slowly, I got off her and stood next to the bed. “You think this is funny?” she yelled through gritted teeth as she mirrored my actions.
Without moving my head, I looked at the weapon. “Same knife, huh?” Her hand shook from how firmly he was holding it.
A slow smile spread on her lips. It was hypnotizing. A memory of them on the girth of my dick sprung in my mind, sending an insufferable heat through my body.
“I’m glad you’re here.” I met her gaze again.
Her words fooled me into believing in hope again. “Oh yeah?”
“I’ve regretted not killing you that night so fucking often!
” Like a rabid cat, she hissed as she slashed my left bicep.
I hissed at the burning new wound. It was significantly deep, and the blood poured out of the long gash.
The knife was back to my throat before I could even blink.
My mouth fell open at her speed. I was no longer sure I would get out of there alive, but that was okay; if my death queen wanted to kill me then I was willing to die.
Again, I met her gaze and smiled. She was so full of life and fire as she licked her lips.
“Do you like blood, Magdalena?”
“I love stabbing monsters,” she said before she slashed my shirt all the way through to my chest. Again, I winced and hissed. Too soon, the blood wet the shirt, sticking it to my skin.
I stared into her eyes while knowing it was unnerving her.
“My beautiful girl...” I reached over to push back the hair that had fallen over her right eye, and just as I predicted, the knife came down, but before it penetrated my arm, I grabbed hers and squeezed her wrist so hard my hold trembled.
She squirmed while trying to yank away her hand.
Although she kicked, scratched, and fought me, I was squeezing so tight it made her wince. Eventually, she dropped the knife, and I didn’t give her a chance to do anything else before I cupped her face and kissed her, sucking on her lips and curling my tongue around hers.