Psychiatry of Blood

Chapter One:
Sinful Pleasure

"Please...don't hurt me." she whimpers and pleads. I smile down at her.
Her light hair and light eyes make her tan skin stand out.
"Don't hurt me. Please..." he looks over at me, seated at the side of her hospital bed, watching as I run the cold knife
along her neck.
"Are you going to kill her or do I have to?" he growls.
"I'll do it, just let me have some fun." I grin back at him. "Wouldn't you like to see her scream and cry in pain?"
"Yes, I would." he smiles, gets up off the recliner and walks over to her.
"You could say that I am very disappointed in you." he looks down at her.
"Maurice, don't kill me. I really am sorry. I know being a psychiatrist, means I should help, but..." he slaps her and she
whimpers in pain.
"Shut up, was I asking you to speak?!" I hold back his hand.
"Stop, just slice her. Don't slap her." the cold breeze blows through the window. I smirk, while she twitches in pain.
"I really don't think you should do this, I think I should kill her. After all, it was me she betrayed." I remark and he shrugs.
"Fine. Go right ahead, but I want her after she's dead." he grins. Her eyes grow wide with fear.
"You're a necrophiliac?!"
"Yes..." he winks at her. "I also enjoy...licking the blood off of bleeding women." he laughs.
"Oh my God..." terror washes over her face. She looks over at me.
"Please, don't let him do that to me!" I smile apologetically.
"I'm sorry. But, I can't stop him. I have to tell you something first, before you die." tears run down her face. "Your friend, you know your dearest friend?" she shakes her head.
"Yes...what about her?"
"We're going after her next." I grin. "I'll have much fun with her. Of coarse, she's a lot better looking than you."
"You're just some blond bimbo." Maurice comments. She glares at him, then stares back at me.
"If you hurt her, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. You do not harm my best friend and get away with it, Jason!" I scoff at her.
"You're really amusing. How about this, you let us torment you and...we won't torment her as much as you." Maurice nods his head.
"Mhm, that sounds great. What a great proposition. But, Jason, you must let us have fun with her friend. I MUST have my fill." I see the determination in his eyes.
"Fine." I turn back to her. "We get to have fun with her though, no torture...no knives...no guns...no objects...just fun."
Maurice frowns.
"No objects? Why can't we have objects?!" I put my finger to my lips.
"Shh..."
"Fine!" he turns away and walks to the window.
"Fine, torment me all you want. Just don't hurt her!"
"We are going to kill her, you know that, right?" he asks, still staring out at the city below.
"No, I have a better idea. How about this, Maurice?" he turns to face me. "We keep her...her friend, as a slave...a personal
slave." he grins.
"Mmm, yes. Then I could cut her torso everyday, just a little bit and then drink from that!" I grin back.
"Yes!"

--5 Hours Later--
The blond lays there, decaying in a pool of her own blood. We laugh as we put our regular clothes back on.
"That was fun, Jason!"
"Yes, it was. I think it's gonna be more fun with her friend though. More amusing than she. God, whatever happened to
psychiatrists helping you? I mean, Linda didn't help me. She betrayed me and put me into that damn asylum!"
"Yeah...so...how are we supposed to find her friend?"
"Hmm...I have no idea. How about this? We go to that pub that they hang out at and we might find her there." , I suggest.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan." we pick up our bag of tools and walk out to a waiting black van. 'Seems like they changed where we are supposed to stay...' I wonder.

--Cornell Pub--

I lay there...on the couch facing the door. 'Linda was supposed to meet me. Her timing is always exact. She must have caught the cab late.' Two figures walk in...they look to be about eighteen. Both muscular, tall, well-built men, one with dirty blond, short hair and black eyes the other with red, course, curly hair and blue eyes. Their long jackets swing in air rushing by from the fan next to me, blue jeans and white, shirts stained with something red show from underneath. The blond, I've seen before.
Jason,...Jason Dosty. The other I've never seen before. Jason looks over at me and smiles.
"Well, well. Look who we have here!" I exclaim as they walk over.
"You thought we were still in the asylum, didn't you, Violet?" Jason smirks.
"No kidding, when did you get signed out?" the other raises his eyebrow at Jason, smiles and then turns back to me.
"Oh, some time ago...we met in there. We got out on the same day too. How have you been?" I roll my eyes.

"Being a psychiatrist never gets boring...I can tell you that much." I laugh a little and motion to the two seats on either side of me.
"Here, sit down. Enjoy a drink!" they nod and sit down, Jason on my right and the other on my left. I turn to the red-head.
"And you are?"
"I am Maurice." he waves the waitress over.
"What would you like?" I smile at the young, blond waitress.
"I would like...an apple margarita please. Non-alcoholic--I'm on call in a couple of hours." Jason grins, and touches my hand lightly.
"Oh, how about this. You take off the rest of the day and drink!" I shrug.
"Sure...I guess I deserve the day off."

JASON
'Sure you do...you low-life selfish bitch...'

VIOLET
Maurice nods.
"I'll have a beer."
"...and I'll have the same..." Jason adds. The waitress leaves, and I turn to Jason.
"How have you been? Do you have a job?" I can see Maurice smirk out of the corner of my eye.
"Yes, we have a job getting rid of trash." I hear Maurice chuckle.
"Mhm, because this here city needs to get rid of some trash! The trash here is overwhelming! Just seeing it makes me gag!"
"Yes, trash is accumulating too much in this city." I smirk back at Maurice.

'Such as you, you disgusting piece of worthless matter! You and Jason need to be resubmitted into that hospital where you will remain there for the rest of your existence!' I smile sweetly. The waitress comes back with our drinks and sets them down on the table.
"I must go to the ladies' room for a moment." I say and get up. Jason and Maurice nod.

"Okay."

"Mhm."