Chapter 29 #2
The girl turns, heading towards me, her hair messy and a stupid smile glued to her face. She sways on her feet, and I shake my head.
They’re not even bothering to vet who they’re touching. It’s so sloppy of them.
I grab her arm, pulling her into the alley. “Hey!” she shouts. “Let go of me.”
“Shut up,” I hiss, shoving her up against the wall, pressing my knife against her stomach. “Scream, and I’ll fucking gut you like a fish.”
Her eyes widen in fear as her body starts to tremble.
“Please let me go,” she whimpers.
“Was it worth it?” I get in her face, so fucking pissed my ears are ringing.
“W-what?”
“My boyfriend. He was the one who just had his fucking fingers up your pussy.”
Her eyes widen in fear. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, I swear.”
“I know,” I sigh heavily. “That's the sad part. None of you ever do. But that doesn’t change the fact that you still touched what belongs to me. And I can’t let that slide.
I’m so fucking over this.” I shake my head.
“I thought I could handle it, you know? That it would be fine, I’d deal with it until the time was right.
But I can’t do it anymore. Every time I see them touch another girl, I want to skin them alive. ”
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers, tears spilling down her face.
“I don’t want to,” I inform her. “But I have to.” I pause for a second. “Okay, I totally want to. Sorry, I lied.”
She goes to open her mouth to scream, and that’s when I shove my hand into her mouth, clamping my fingers onto her tongue,
She’s too stunned to do anything as I pull it out and quickly slice it off.
Blood pours from her mouth, and I cover it with my hand before she can scream.
“This was down my boyfriend's throat, so it had to go.” I toss the chunk of flesh onto the ground.
“If you can take anything over into the next life with you, date someone first, get to know them, make sure they’re not already taken.
Random hookups just might be the very thing that gets you killed.
Because that's what's happening to you in this life.”
I bring the blade up to her neck and pull it across her throat.
Her eyes flutter closed as her body goes slack.
“There we go.” I help her to the ground. I find her wallet in her dress pocket. “Hey! My dress has pockets too. Twins.” I giggle.
Quickly, I write her name down. Becky Rider.
Getting to my feet, my nose wrinkles.
It smells like piss, and for a moment I thought she peed herself, but I look to my right and see a homeless man lying there sleeping with his back towards me.
“Ooooppss.” I huff out a laugh. “Sorry, man, didn’t see you there. Hope you don’t mind the company.” I bend down and grab her wallet again, pulling the five twenties out and tucking them into the man's back pocket. “Here, she doesn’t need this anymore.”
The man grumbles something and rolls over. I’m about to run before he sees me when I watch him wrap his arm around the girl and pull her close to him.
“Awe,” I coo. “They’re cuddling! So cute. See, Becky, you’re providing a poor man with comfort even in your death. You should be proud of yourself. You two have fun, I gotta go.” I wave before taking off.
For the next two hours, I follow the guys as they drink and laugh, having the fucking time of their lives.
With. More. Women.
They lied to me, like I wasn’t good enough to spend time with, yet these women get their time and attention? It’s fucking bullshit, and I’m done. There's only so much I can take before I have to draw a line.
I kill three more fucking girls. Like, are they for real?
Can’t they just drink and enjoy themselves? Why does everything have to be about sex?
My total body count for the night so far is seven. Seven in one fucking night. A new record for me.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed killing every one of them, but by the fourth girl, I felt like I was struggling to keep up with them.
Like, give a girl a damn break.
Just when I think they’re done, that they’re going to call it quits for the night, I’m proven wrong. Again.
Of course, they’re not just going to fuck around with this girl and say their goodbyes. Nope, that would be too fucking easy.
“We were thinking about getting out of here,” Wesley mutters to the girl who’s trapped between the three of them. “What do you say, come with us? We can continue the fun.”
That should be me, who they’re all looking at like they want to fucking devour.
I tremble, adrenaline and murderous fury consuming me.
So now they’re going to take this girl somewhere and fuck her? Not fucking happening. I’m fucking done. I’m so fucking done!
“I’d love to,” she says breathlessly, looking up at the three of them like she’s the luckiest girl alive.
I almost snort at the irony.
Looking up, I see that Skittles is hanging around, perched on a nearby lamppost.
When I look down again, the four of them are walking away.
I quickly follow them down the street until they get into a fucking car.
“Damn it!” I hiss as they drive off. Skittles lets out a caw as he flies by me, following after the car. “Good boy.” I grin.
I start walking in the direction the car just left in, watching the camera feed as Skittles follows them.
They drive for about five minutes before stopping at St. Louis Cemetery No. 2.
Fuck, that’s about a ten-minute walk from where I’m at. I take off running, glad I wore sneakers rather than sandals today.
By the time I reach the cemetery, I’m panting heavily, dripping with sweat, and so fucking done with this night.
“This is what I get for slacking off on my nightly walks,” I groan, tossing my mask to the ground. I don’t need it anymore.
Skittles lets out a clicking sound, getting my attention. “You’re in there?” I ask. He makes another clicking sound.
“Good. It's time they know everything. Hope they enjoyed their time tonight, because it’s the last fucking time they touch any other girl.”
Sadly, it’s not that simple. I have no idea how they got in there, but I ended up climbing the wall, and let me tell you, that's not easy.
I jump to the ground, landing on my feet. “Alright, buddy,” I address Skittles. “Show mama where her men are.”
Skittles takes off, and I follow. It doesn’t take long before I hear the sound of moans and grunting.
Fuck! I’m too late.
I quicken my pace, running towards the sounds and see the three of them with a naked girl. Sylas is balls deep while the girl gags on Wesley’s cock with Jasper kneeling next to them, stroking himself. I stumble to a stop.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I shout.
Three heads snap my way, the dumb bitch not even bothering to take her mouth off my man's dick to acknowledge my presence. Fucking rude.
First, their eyes are filled with anger, like they’re pissed off that someone is interrupting them, but when they realize that it’s me standing there, shaking with rage, it’s replaced with a look of shock.
“Lola?” Sylas says my name like he can’t believe I’m here.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jasper growls.
“Me?!” I shout back. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” I throw my arms in the air. “You said you had to ‘work’. Does work include fucking random women all night?”
“It’s none of your business what we do.” Jasper vibrates with how angry he is. Same, buddy, same.
“Oh, it is.” I laugh, and it sounds a little manic. “It’s my fucking business when my boyfriends are whoring themselves out all around the French Quarter.”
“Boyfriends?” Wesley asks, raising a brow.
“Excuse me.” I look at the girl. “Mind taking your mouth off his dick. Thanks.”
She pulls off and swings a look of annoyance my way. “Do you mind? We’re kind of in the middle of something here, and like he said, it’s none of your business.”
My eyes widen. “You're kidding me, right? I just said they were my boyfriends, and you want me to leave so you can finish?”
“That would be nice,” she says. “I was about to cum. You ruined it.”
I laugh again, and this time it really comes out psychotic.
“Sylas, pull your dick from her right now before I fucking cut it off!” I scream.
Surprised by my outburst, he shoves the girl off him, and she falls to the ground with a yelp.
I sigh in relief when I see he’s wearing a condom.
He notices me looking at his dick and quickly takes the condom off and tosses it to the side.
At least they’re keeping up with their safe sex practices.
“What the fuck?” She glares up at Sylas