Greetings good comrades! I see things are beginning to sizzle between Michael and samara! One thing I also noticed is that there hasn't been much homicide as I intended in the first few chapters. Awwww so in this chapter there will be plenty of gore, hatred, smut, murder, and hellfire to make up for the rest of the chapters. Yaaaaaaayyyy enjoy dipshits! Love u guys and keep the comments coming please!

2:48 AM

Samara gripped the bloody ax in her hand.

Michael had still been sleeping, and she knew he wouldn't let her leave the house if he was awake.

She understood he cared about her and didn't want her to get hurt, but at the same time she had business of her own to finish.

She walked over toward Michael, kissed him on the cheek, and left to finish what she should've finished years ago. It was her turn to get the revenge she knew she deserved, and though she knew it was risky business, she needed to kill Charles walker or die trying.

As she walked out onto the front yard and onto the sidewalk she pulled out the old plastic raggedy Ann mask she had known so well as a child.

"Hello old friend"

It took her a good hour to walk from her and Michaels, I mean –Michaels house, to the address of the walker residence. She looked down at the printout of his address making sure it was his house and not someone else's.

She stepped onto the porch pick locking the door and slightly opening it just enough to notice Doctor Walker sound asleep on his couch.

Closing the door gently, she tip toed around to make sure no one else was home, then realizing she was safe to make her move. She injected him with anesthetic, making sure he was knocked out good enough to drag him into the bathroom where she turned on the bathwater.

Then finding a beat up radio by the couch, she plugged it into the bathroom wall.

Doctor Walker was slightly still awake, not yet receiving the full treatment of the anesthetic, but this is what samara wants. She wants him to feel the pain he made her feel all of her childhood.

She threw his body into the bathwater, causing the cold water to splash all over her white tank top, making her unprotected nipples to harden and show very clearly.

Then holding the beat up radio above the mans face, she looked into the mans eyes as he began pleading for his life in a barely audible mumble. She looked at him with soulless eyes, remembering every shocking she received, every beaten she had taken, and every tear she had cried in that asylum.

She opened her lips, and repeated something he had told her many times before as she dropped the radio into the water, causing the mans body to shake uncontrollably as he foamed from the mouth.

"May God have mercy on your soul."

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Michaels POV:

I woke up to the sound of police sirens, realizing Samara was nowhere to be found.

I searched the hallway, the kitchen, the livingroom, the bathroom and still nothing.

She left me.

That little bitch left me.

I grabbed my butcher knife from the kitchen counter and slipped on my mask, feeling as if a hole had been punched through my heart.

I thought- I thought she actually cared.

But she didn't. And now she was going to pay for it.

I felt a moment of rage take over me, filling me with every intention to slit her throat and watch her die slowly. I screamed out in pain and flung my butcher knife across the room, pinning it straight into the wall.

I took her stupid science book and threw it into the fireplace watching it burn, until she walked through the door.

The minute she shut the door I grabbed my butcher knife from the wall and lunged at her with everything I had, missing her face by a single millimeter.

She dodged the knife and rolled onto the floor, raising her blood stained ax for protection against my wrath.

Then standing up she attempted the slice off my head with one single swing, causing me to tackle her to the ground as we each fought for the title as superior.

I wrapped my hands around her neck as she began to gasp for air, a feeling of victory overflowing me.

Until she kneed me in a certain "sensitive area" causing me to fall back onto the floor in pain.

It took only a millisecond for both of us to grab our weapons as I pinned her to the wall, her ax resting on my neck and my knife ready to slit her throat.

"DO IT!"

She screamed at me, waiting for me to kill her that instant.

"DO IT GODDAMMIT!"

I watched as a tear slid down her cheek, her warm brown eyes piercing my soul. She was soaking wet, and appeared to be freezing cold, her white tank top exposing her breasts and hardened nipples, her jean short shorts stained with blood.

I looked down onto the floor to see a raggedy Ann mask that appeared to be hers, and the address of a doctor who had once worked in an asylum.

I stroked her cheek, as she looked me in the eye, her cries simmering down to a mere hiccup.

"I didn't want you to worry about me."

I pressed up against her and leaned my head on her shoulder, my erection pressing into her thigh.

She flung the ax across the room and wrapped her arms around my neck as I threw the knife across the floor and picked her up as she jumped onto my hips.

I laid her down on the floor beside the fireplace, my heart racing a mile a minute as I stroked her black hair while on top of her; my warmth radiating onto her.

She slipped off my mask and looked into my eyes while her hands roamed through my long blonde hair. Our lips pressed together as my tongue splurged through her mouth, her sweet lips mesmerizing me as I began to take off her shirt.

She moaned when my hands slid up her chest, delicately rubbing each nipple as they went from hard to soft. I kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of her chest before she began to undress me, pulling off my shirt and throwing it across the room.

She laid down looking up at me as a began to remove her shorts, pulling them down to her ankles where she kicked them off to the side, leaving only one piece of clothing left before there was nothing left to keep her body away from mine.

She lunged on top of me revealing her sexy controlling side as she unbuckled my jeans and slid them off of me; sitting on top of me as she pressed her lips against mine once more.

With my hands resting on her hips, I slid my hands down her lace underwear, causing her to flinch at first, but then lay back down.

I slid my finger into her warm core, causing her to gasp and moan as she squirmed on the floor. I started with a slow steady pace, then gaining speed by the minute. Every moan coming from her mouth making my erection even tighter.

"Michael please, no more, just fuck me"

He could hear the anticipation in her voice, she wanted him now. And he couldn't bear the feeling within him any longer. He slid himself into her, causing her to scream out in not only pain –but pleasure. He tilted his head back at the indescribable feeling, and slowly pulsed in and out of her, gaining speed by the second.

They rocked in a rhythm of their own until they both reached their climax, cuddling on the floor beside the fireplace.

She looked into his eyes as he looked into hers, their hands welded together and now their souls too.

She rested her head on his chest, feeling every thud of the heart beat her lover possessed.

"I love you Michael"

He looked back at her and smiled; felling the happiest he's ever felt before.

"I love you too Samara"