Reunions Never Meant Much to Me

Jake wasn't too excited about the party, but Heaven did. He couldn't blame her for being curious and excited. He acted the same way before his first party. It wasn't anything special. You just got to look at a couple of sluts, drink some beers, and get high. He tried to smoke some pot with a hot girl at a party once, but it was terrible and he ditched her later that night. His father drank, so he never wanted to try that. He was too afraid that he'd turn out like his father. His mother was a "perfect Christian" and wanted Jake to act the same as those other Christian kids. He wouldn't do it; he'd rather die.

What ticked him off the most about his parents was how stupid and ignorant they were. His father drank and beat his wife, yet he was a "perfect Christian" and knew right from wrong? Yeah, right. His mother was a slut and slept with several men when her husband was at work, yet she was also a "perfect Christian".

His mind continued to wonder until he felt Heaven tug on his jacket. He looked down and she smiled. He wondered if she'd mind killing his parents. "You want to have some fun before the party?" he asked, grinning at her. She nodded, her eyes lighting up. "Let's go to my house. I'd like you to meet some people." He said. She nodded again and they walked a couple of blocks until he recognized a few houses. "We're almost there." He mumbled. His heart was starting to race. Maybe he wanted this all along. He just never had the guts to do it until Heaven came along. He silently thanked her.

Once they were in front of his house he turned to Heaven and grasped her shoulders lightly. "Heaven, I want to kill my parents," he said. "They've tortured me for too long and I want them to pay."

"Okay." Heaven said. She was smiling cheek to cheek.

"What happened to your parents, Heaven?" Jake asked quietly.

Her face faltered some, but she quickly replaced her frown with the same cheeky smile. "I don't have any parents. I just have my home." She said.

Maybe he would be able to find out a little later when she was able to talk about it. He took her hand and walked to the front door, which opened the moment he started to reach for the knob. It was his mother, Sarah. "Where have you been?" she asked sounding slightly panicked. Then she looked at Heaven. Her eyes widened at the girl's soaked white dress. "Where'd you find this whore at?" She asked while she grabbed Jake's shirt and began to pull him inside.

Heaven grabbed Jake's jacket. "Don't," she warned. "He's mine."

"I beg your pardon?" Sarah asked in disbelief. "Excuse me, but I'm his mother!"

"And a bad one at that." Heaven added, smiling.

Sarah slapped Heaven across the face, angry. She did the same thing with Jake all the time. Heaven slowly turned her face back to Sarah, a flash of anger in her eyes. She pulled Jake from his mother's grasp and shoved her inside the house, her scythe ready. She dropped Lucifer's leash and the cat sat there, watching. Jake looked up in time to see Heaven pull back and slash at his mother. She started to scream, but it was cut short as she was beheaded.

Jake saw Heaven as the Reaper. He watched as blood spurted and hit her dress, coloring it red, and splattered her skin. He thought she looked beautiful. He walked in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, smelling her hair mixed with his mother's blood. "Thank you." He whispered in her ear.

Heaven

Oh, the feeling of blood splashing against her skin! Heaven was enjoying herself too much. She was going to cut the body apart, but Jake's arms acted as a barrier. She heard him thank her, but she didn't answer. Instead, she stared at the blood, wanting it more than anything in the world. This woman had been hurting Jake, she could tell. It didn't affect her feelings much, but she knew that all parents should die for neglecting and abusing their children. They weren't animals. They never deserved any of that treatment.

She didn't really flinch when Jake's father screamed. He must have come in the room while she was lost in thought. She looked up at the same moment that he caught sight of the bloody scythe she was holding. He yelled, obviously angry. She welcomed his hatred and waited for him to come close enough. He wasn't going to do anything just yet though.

Jake pulled away from her and stood beside her, smiling smugly at his father. Heaven took this moment of freedom to drop to her knees and play in the woman's blood. It felt good against her skin as she rubbed in on her arms, no longer paying attention to Jake's screaming father.

She heard him running at her, looked up, and watched Jake pull his sword out and stab his father with it. She licked one of her fingers and watched him tug the blade to the left, tearing his father's chest open. Blood spurted out and hit Jake. She could smell the blood from where she was sitting and felt herself get a little wet between the thighs. She'd never experienced that before. She lifted up her dress and peaked between her legs in curiosity.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked. She looked up at him and dropped her dress. He was blushing. She didn't answer. Lucifer came inside and sat beside her, rubbing against her, purring. Jake closed the door and then sat in front of her. "You should put something on under your dress." he said, his face still getting redder. She didn't understand why he was so bashful. It was only a body. She looked down at the dress. It was short and stuck to her body. Red stained her stomach, but she could see her breasts easily. Was that it?

She smiled to herself and tested it, pulling the dress off. She watched as Jake's eyes widened. His face was bright red and he looked away. She giggled and stood up. "I want to take a bath." she said as she dragged Jake's mother's body out of the living room. Soon enough she found the bathroom and heard Jake grunting as he dragged his father's body. She went back and found the kitchen. He stayed in the bathroom that time. She grabbed a knife and went back to the bathroom. "Get undressed." she ordered him.

Jake

He did as he was told, but hesitated when it came time to pull off his boxers. "Heaven," he mumbled, looking embarrassed. She looked at him. "I can't take these off." he said, blushing, but looking at her.

"I'll close my eyes," she said as she got in the tub. "First help me fill the tub."

Jake knew what she meant. He dragged his mother's body over and hung it on the side of the tub for Heaven. She took the body and started cutting at the body's back, blood starting to flow out. Jake did the same with his father's body and took out his sword, cutting, carving, and dissembling it.

Before long the tub had a good amount of blood in it. Jake made sure that Heaven had her eyes closed like she promised and took off his boxers and got in the tub quickly. Heaven leaned back on him, her eyes still closed. He didn't want her to feel anything, but he didn't want to push her away either. Instead, he started rubbing blood on her arms, legs, and stomach.

She leaned forward so he could rub blood on her back. Once he was done with that, he moved to her shoulders, and after that, her neck, followed by her face. He ran his finger over her lips lightly and thought about kissing them. He pulled her closer and buried his face in her neck. "You keep skipping parts of my body." Heaven said.

He blushed and was glad she didn't see him. "It would be wrong to touch those parts of your body." he pointed out.

"It is?" Heaven asked, sounding confused.

Jake paused for a moment. "Didn't anybody ever teach you that?" he asked.

"No." Heaven answered simply.

"Did anything happen to you to make you think that it was normal for others to touch you like that?" he asked. She didn't answer, so he just gave up and hesitantly started rubbing blood on her breasts. He was getting turned on, but he wouldn't tell her that. Would it matter? She could probably already feel how hard he was. Even if she did, she didn't know anything about it, obviously. He started to think about doing sexual things with her, but stopped himself. That was the last thing he needed. He wanted her to trust him and she was more than some toy.

Heaven

Heaven knew that Jake was thinking all the time, and it annoyed her. She didn't question what he was thinking about or why he was thinking about it. She just wished that he'd stop thinking. Acting on impulse was fun, and thinking just dragged her down. She hated to admit it, but she'd been starting to think again, and she hated it. It was all Jake's fault, the way he spoke to her and treated her. All in one day, she'd thought three times. Each time she thought, it was about him.

She didn't want to accept it, but she liked this boy more than she wanted to. He was just along for the ride to keep her company. When she saw him, she knew there was darkness growing and he was bothered about something. She found out just a while ago that all of his hatred had been caused by his parents. And now he wanted to know what happened to her parents. He was smart, but there wasn't any real use for his brain. If anything he would just help her hide, give her food, clothing, and he must have thought he'd give her feeling again too.

She felt betrayed, the way he was pulling her closer to him, touching her, and making her feel something deep down inside of her. Didn't they call it a heart? She was thinking again. She stopped thinking and pulled away from Jake. He flinched and asked if something was wrong, but she didn't answer. Instead, she turned around and started rubbing blood on his arms and shoulders.

Jake looked embarrassed again and she ignored his expression. She ignored the way he moved to cover his lower half better. She knew what he was trying to hide, and she was tempted to help him so he wouldn't be embarrassed about his body anymore. When did she start fighting her temptations? "Thou shall not fall into thy temptation", she remembered her counselor telling her once. "Does that mean anything to you, Heaven?" she had asked.

"No," Heaven answered. "I do what I want when I want."

"That could get you into a lot of trouble." Her counselor had pointed out. She placed her hand gently on Heaven's knee. Heaven slapped it away.

"Acting on impulse won't hurt me." Heaven had screamed back. She picked up a picture that was sitting on the desk in front of her and threw it at her counselor, who ducked. The nurses came in then and dragged her back to her cell, even though her counselor insisted that they let her stay.

"You okay?" Jake asked, pulling Heaven back to the present. She cursed at herself for remembering and nodded. He seemed to relax a little, but he was still trying to keep his lower half hidden. Heaven was very annoyed with his embarrassment. She rubbed blood on his face, avoiding his piercings.

"Why are you embarrassed?" she finally asked him.

She could tell he wanted to avoid answering that, but he felt that he had no choice. "I'm not used to doing this. I'm not used to doing anything that involves being naked with a girl." He looked ashamed. "It makes me feel dirty and perverted," he continued. "The way I keep thinking about you."

Heaven felt her pulse quicken slightly and tried to ignore it. "What do you mean?" she asked. It was better to pretend that she was innocent. Why was he torturing her? Making her remember those terrible nights? Images flashed through her mind. The way her father would stumble in her room late at night and fight with her until she would stay still so he could tear away her clothing, and the way he'd run his hands over her small curves before he'd…

"I mean," he swallowed some. "I keep picturing…" he trailed off. "I keep thinking about kissing you." He said simply after a moment of silence.

Her heart was still beating faster, trying not to remember, wanting to be held by somebody who loved her and not her body. Was that what she truly wanted? She didn't want to find out the answer, but he was caressing her face and leaning closer. His lips were only a couple of inches from hers, and she was scared. She wanted to push him away. Not because he reminded her of her father, but because she might like it. She didn't want to feel! Not happiness or love, because they would turn against her someday and tear her apart, torturing her by turning into hatred and jealousy. He might leave her heartbroken and he wouldn't care.

His lips pressed against hers softly and his arms were wrapped around her, and just like she feared, she liked it. She loved it.

Jake

Jake couldn't believe that he was actually kissing Heaven. She didn't pull away, but she was rigid. He knew that something might have happened to her when she was younger, so why was he doing this? If she did have a family before she was put into that mental hospital, then she could have been touched or raped, and who knew when that started or how long that lasted?

He broke away. "Sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, Heaven," he said, pulling back. "If you were hurt, I want to be the one to fix it. I want to make your pain disappear."

She didn't say anything. She looked a little shocked, and she looked broken. It hurt to see her like that. It looked like she was having a mental break down. It was like she had a phobia of feeling or love or something. Jake reached out to her and for the first time, she flinched, and then she started crying. He pulled her close and petted her hair, not really caring that he was getting little clumps of blood in it. He kissed her forehead and whispered that he was sorry again. She shouldn't be suffering, not because of a little kiss. He hated himself now for making her feel whatever it was that she felt.

"Please," he mumbled. "Tell me what's wrong."

Heaven ignored him, her tears already gone. She pushed him back so he fell into the blood and started rubbing it on his chest and stomach. She kept going lower and he panicked some. The way she had pushed him back and crawled forward kept him from moving to cover himself. His face was beat red, he already knew. He could feel it. He felt stupid for acting like such a girl with his body, but he'd never done anything close to this before.

Heaven

Heaven took a moment to gather herself mentally. She had never cried before, so why start now? She would keep her mind blank from now on, otherwise, she might have to kill herself to keep the pain away. She didn't really pay attention as Jake mumbled about how sorry he was and to stop going lower on his stomach. She paused at his waist and looked up at him. He was so red, so embarrassed, that it annoyed her. She got out of the tub and walked away.