3. Grimm
3
GRIMM
My fists clench and unclench as I walk along campus. It's been a few weeks since that night Verena came to me, looking for help. Seeing the empty couch that next morning buried an ache in my heart that I haven’t been able to dig up. Knowing that fucker hurt her, I’ve been filled with nothing but rage. The need to pummel someone’s face grows stronger by the day. I want to see blood spilling, seeping, and soaking into the ground beneath my feet.
Verena deserves so much better. I’d give her heaven and hell if I could. She doesn’t understand how truly captivating she is. How is that possible? Only the devil knows. She doesn’t shine like the sun. She’s not flashy, nor does she demand attention. Instead, she resembles the moon. Quiet, and soft, but she illuminates the darkness around her without even trying.
I’ve watched her from afar for such a long time, I know her like the back of my hand. This is my chance to prove to her that I’m worthy of even a modicum of her love. I’ll be damned if I don’t take it.
Pulling out a pre-roll from my back pocket, I spark it and inhale. Letting the weed do its job and put my mind at ease, even if it's only for a little while. After a few hits, I’m feeling nice and turn around to make my way back to the house.
Muffled screams make their way to my ears, stopping me in my tracks. I’m certain that's what they are because of the many times I’ve pulled the same noises from people. It’s debatably one of my favorite sounds. Right next to the sound of assholes choking on their own blood. The thought gives me a rush and my cock jerks beneath my zipper.
Who are we having fun with tonight?
My eyes narrow as I take in the scene in front of me. A girl is being pinned to the side of the darkened house. The guy stands against her, pushing himself into her. His hand covers her mouth as the other one holds her wrists above her head. The tears streaming down her face and the sounds she’s emitting tell me it's anything but pleasurable.
“Hey!” I shout as I stalk towards the couple. The man jumps away from her, attempting to shove himself back inside his pants. He tries to snatch the woman by her wrist and run. My height gives me the advantage of reaching him in just a few steps. I near him and grip him by the neck before yanking him back.
I’m vaguely aware of the teary-eyed woman looking at me like I’m her savior and providing me a soft thank you before running into the darkness of the night. But all my focus is on the asshole I’ve just tossed to the ground. He’s a scrawny fuck and easily flies to the concrete. I could probably squash him like a fucking bug if I wanted to. Unfortunately for him, I do.
I really fucking do.
He tries to scramble from the ground, but before he can, I’m straddling him. Gripping his hair, I shove his head against the hard asphalt. His skull drops against the concrete with a thud and a scream rips from his throat. Usually, I love these sounds. Cherish them. But I’m outside where anyone can spot me, and I need him to shut the fuck up.
Whipping my pocket knife out of my back pocket, I grip his face and force out his tongue. With a stronghold on the muscle, I press the tip of the blade into the middle of his tongue and apply pressure. The muscle is thick but easily splits under the sharp metal. I chuck his tongue into the darkness, satisfied with the lack of noise he’s able to produce.
Lifting his head once more, I slam it back to the ground. I repeat the action until I hear his skull crack and splinter, and his screams fade. Dropping his bloodied head from my grasp, I let it fall to the ground with a thud. My fists clench and unclench at my sides while I stare at him. If I stop now, he’ll probably still live.
He doesn’t deserve to live. Not for forcing himself on that girl. The image of Verena bruised and bloody, standing at my doorstep, comes to the forefront of my mind. My nostrils flare.
Clench. Unclench.
Fuck it.
I rear my fist back and slam it forward. The sound of cartilage splitting mixes with the crunching of bones beneath my bloody fists. The satisfaction it brings makes me do it again.
And again.
And again.
My knuckles split against his exposed bone and blood sprays up at me, coating my hands and arms. I slam my fist into his face again before dropping my arms to my sides. My chest rises in heavy pants as I stare down at the pile of flesh and bone in front of me. Because that's all that’s left. He’s unrecognizable and I’m pretty sure I’ve broken every bone in his face.
I can’t stop the psychotic laugh that bubbles up my throat. I stand up and feel pressure against my zipper. “Fuck,” I chuckle while adjusting myself. Watching the life leave his eyes went straight to my dick.
What I’d give to whip him out right now and take care of myself here, but I can’t risk being seen and his body needs to be discarded. Whipping out my phone, I shoot a quick message telling the Brotherhood’s cleanup crew there’s an issue that needs their attention and provide them with the address. The best thing about being in the Red Skull Brotherhood would hands down be the ability to get my hands dirty and having someone ready to clean that shit up.
Once I have confirmation that the cleaning crew is on their way, I turn around and head home, whistling. It was a great release, but it won’t hold me off for long. Soon, I’ll be itching for another kill. A sinister smile creeps across my face as I wonder who will be the next? I wish it could be that fucking prick, Leo, but not yet. I’m taking my time with him.
Until then, anyone else will suffice.
Back home and in my room, I undress and step into the shower. The hot water runs down my face and body, cleansing the devious act I performed on my night stroll.
My cock twitches thinking about that asshole’s bones cracking and splitting, his blood seeping into the ground. I close my eyes and imagine the wetness of the water is the warm liquid leaking out of his cold, pale body.
Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I slowly pump my hand. Nothing gets me turned on like the smell of fresh blood. The only things that could make this moment perfect would be my little monster here with me and if the corpse was Leo instead of whatever dipwad I killed tonight. Blowing out a sigh, my erection grows when Verena’s body forms like a holographic image, next to the deceased piece of shit.
She looks up at me then down at the blood, not showing any semblance of fear. Her hands dive into the ruby river and spread it over every inch of displayed skin. She locks eyes with me and crawls on all fours, stopping right when she’s at my feet. Her bloody fingers grab my erection and pump my length until I’m hard and thick in her hand.
“How does that feel, Grimm?” She purrs, and I’m putty in her hands. Nodding, I attempt to respond but at that moment she takes me into her mouth, her warm lips wrapping around the tip of my cock. My head falls back as I get closer and closer to my release.
“Oh, shit. Yes, V. Fuck, clean it up for me, baby.” I whisper. Grabbing the sides of her head, I lace my fingers through her silky, onyx hair and push my cock deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. My pace quickens and her blood-covered hands run down my thighs, her long nails gently scratching my skin, talk about a fucking sensory overload.
My balls tighten and spots line my vision. A shiver skirts down my spine and my release spurts out of the tip of my cock. Curses slip from my lips as I snap out of my daydream and reality fades back in.
My heart aches knowing that she’s at home or with Leo, and she’s hurting. Thoughts run through my mind at one hundred miles per hour and questions of Verena’s state, whether or not she’s safe, causing the slight relief I grasped to slip away.
Washing myself off, I turn off the water. I dry and dress, then roll up a blunt and smoke it till it’s nothing but a nub. The night ahead of me will be a long one. I will come up with a plan and make sure Leo is never able to touch her again. It may take some time, but I’m taking what’s mine and there’s no stopping me.