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Chapter 9

If anyone could read Jerry's thoughts right now, they'd cringe in the horror that he was imagining before him.

Blood lining the walls.

Dead bodies scattered around the home…maybe even limbs, but, then again, that would be a bit too messy to clean up. The messier it is, the harder it is to clean up and make it look like nobody is home.

So Jerry had to make a choice.

Either knock out Paul/Benjamin and let his screams fill Jerry's basement with the sweet sound of pain, or kill him right here and not get the satisfaction of taking his time with the religiously abusive man that had mortally wounded his Catherine.

Jerry let out an indignant sigh as he finished the tasty dinner that Mrs. Gomez made. The human part of his stomach filled, now he needed to fill the vampire side of it. Growing irritated with the situation, Jerry decided to start the killing.

"I'll be going to get desert then" Mrs. Gomez said as she got up from her seat, and started taking their plates but Jerry gripped his. Noticing this, Mrs. Gomez got confused so Jerry came up with an easy explanation on how to get her alone.

"I'd like to do my part as the guest to take the dishes to the sink Mrs. Gomez. It'd only be polite since I took part in your dinner time that I do my part in cleaning up" Jerry told her going her the nice guest approach, and Mrs. Gomez didn't seem to mind his suggestion.

"Very well Mr. Dandridge, thank you for your help" she responded smiling at him.

Responding with his own smile Jerry said, "It's not a problem"; none of them heard it, but a very low and hungry growl escaped his throat with those words.

Oh yes Mrs. Gomez, not a problem at all he thought as he was handed the dishes from Mrs. Gomez who then escorted him into her kitchen so he could put the dishes into the sink, and then sink his teeth into her jugular; he shivered with need as he imagined all of the blood that would be gushing out of her neck and into his mouth.

"Is it alright if I take my shirt off? I'd hate to get it wet when I'm doing the dishes" he asked as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Faster than a flicker of a flame he saw desire go through her eyes, and he decided to be just that bit crueler with her -pit her own emotions against her. Jerry's done the song and dance routine with desire and lust before with a woman before killing her, but, he knew, he would never be that cruel with Catherine because he desired her more than he was willing to admit.

Cursing in several different languages, Jerry had to push his blonde beauty to the back of his mind so he could focus on the present situation, and not all of the different ways that he could take his beauty in their frivolous acts of lust or love.

He decided to forego doing the dishes and decided to play up the desire part, because Jerry doesn't do dishes; he doubts that he even owns any.

"Smells delicious" he said as he peered over her shoulder as he got into her personal space. That triggered a shiver to go down her spine so he knew that it'd be okay to pump up the action a little more.

Paul must not be fucking her if she's responding with no resistance to my approaches he thought as he decided on what to do next.

So, in order to make this more sexual, he decided that he needed an erection but how was he going to get one if he wasn't sexually attracted to this woman?

"Ah Jerry! Not so hard baby" Catherine whimpered as she tried to get over the pain of Jerry taking her virginity. Per her request, he started going softer so she could get used to him.

He didn't want to hurt her in anyway so his desires to want to pound into her would have to wait a few rounds before she'd be loose enough to be able to go faster and harder than they were going right now.

She let out a gasp and that seemed to have come as a shock to Jerry, but what was more shocking was that she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist so that she could feel that shock of pleasure once again which made her moan.

Jerry slowly came back to Earth, and found himself as hard as a baseball. Nice images, but fuck my life! he thought as he saw that he was ready and willing. Now was the time to go in for the kill, but his mind kept trying to pull him back into the fantasy.

Later he thought as he flung it into the recesses of his mind. Right now he was on a mission, and he had to see it through to the very end; not half ass it just so he could jerk off to Catherine's naked body being underneath his.

Was he, seriously, that sex deprived? Fuck all!

Now put off by the images, Jerry decided that he should switch tactics. He'd just kill her and get it over with.

He went behind her and let her feel his erection before he placed his hand over her mouth. He growled into her ear to let her know that he meant business.

She tried to scream, but it came out muffled. "Now, now, now none of that" he said as he purred against her throat as her pulse picked up; pumping more blood from her delicious heart and into her brain.

"This is going to hurt" he told her before he savagely bit into her jugular spewing blood into his mouth and onto the Bunt Cake that she had made. It smelled like those delicious and tangy Green Apple's that he loved so much.

Too bad that Jerry hated cake; he loved pie though.

He let out a deeper more feral purr as he drank her blood and watched as more blood spilled down her neck and blouse.

It was a waste, but as long as most of it entered Jerry's mouth, he didn't care.

After he could smell the excrement and piss that soiled her body, he pushed the bloodied Bunt Cake out of the way on the stove, turned on the closest burner to low heat, and then dropped her head onto the burner.

He'd come back to clean up that mess after he was done capturing Paul, and killing Alexander.

He walked into the dining room to see Alexander had vanished, but Jerry knew he was close by.

"What have you done to my wife?" Paul asked him angrily pointing a little 9mm (millimeter) pistol at Jerry.

Jerry just let out a laugh before answering, "Which one? Come on! You think I'm that ignorant? That blind to see that you have two families? Come on, shoot me!"

Paul got pissed.

Paul shot Jerry.

Jerry is pissed.

Jerry was at his spot with a bullet in his left side one minute, then he disappeared and reappeared in front of Paul making the man jump in fright before Jerry knocked him out.

"Now for little Alexander" Jerry said as he listened for the teenager, and heard him whimper from the bathroom. "Wrong place to hide kid" Jerry said as he started to sniff out the kids fear.

"A-A-Alex" Jerry called out in a sing-song voice as he approached the bathroom. "There's no way out dear little Alexander" Jerry said as he stopped in front of the door.

He heard Alexander rustle around so, naturally, Jerry was curious and he ripped the door off its hinges.

Alexander had somehow obtained a small silver cross, but Jerry just tsked at it as he walked into the room.

"The smaller the cross, the smaller the distance I flinch away. That allows me to be right up on you without being close enough to touch you" Jerry told him as he smiled wickedly. He was standing over Alexander, not quite in his personal space but close enough to be a threat to the boy.

"Maybe I should torture you like I plan to do with your father?" Jerry inquired about the thoughts running through his mind.

"But, then again, I don't exactly have that big of a bone to pick with you. Your father has done some terrible things Alexander, and, before I kill you, you have the right to know that you have step-brother's and step-sister's" Jerry told him before Jerry stepped on the silver cross Alexander had placed on his foot on Alexander's chest, right over the cross, and applied his vampire strength crushing the cross into Alexander's chest; into his heart.

Jerry left Alexander lying there losing the last bit of life that the kid had.

In Jerry's eyes, it was a grotesquely beautiful scene, because the silver cross was embedded into Alexander's heart; like the cross was made to fit into it. The whole image looked like it was made to be on a painting of a great artist.

Jerry never really fancied himself the artist type, but even he could see the majesties of what laid before him. He wanted to give it to Catherine so she could admire the work of art as well so he went in search of a camera.

"Naughty naughty Paul, saying that your other family can't have the niceties in life is just cruel" Jerry said as he found a high tech Nikon. He hopes that Catherine is a good photographer, because it was hers now.

He'll find some other things around the house that wouldn't be missed for the rest of her family, because they deserved better things that the plain and out of date crap that Paul provided for them. Jerry would bet that the most expensive thing that they owned was the whip that Paul used to discipline his family with.

Jerry changed some of the settings on the camera to fit what would go well with the picture before he snapped the picture.

It looked beautiful, and he just knew that Catherine would love it but he'd have to make up a believable story on why the scene looks so real. He didn't care at that particular moment since he won't be seeing her until tomorrow afternoon.

Right now he had a house to clean up before anyone came over to see if the family was there. He could also hear Paul rousing so he had to knock him back out.

A couple hours later and Paul was put into the back of Jerry's truck, Alexander was cleaned up and put into the back, and his mother was bundled with them. Jerry would drive them to the local dumping grounds, dump Alexander and his Mothers bodies before he shuttled back home to throw Paul into his basement.

But first order of business was to leave the picture that he had taken for Catherine to find. He hoped he didn't scar his love, but make her happy that it was taken for her by him, because it'd show her that he, indeed, has affections for her.

We'll just have to see he thought as he finally pulled up to his home across from Catherine's. He lifted up the covered trunk to see a whimpering, scared, and smelly Paul. Besides the idiot's smell, Jerry found this sight very appealing because it told Jerry that he was so menacing that he could make a human scared shitless – literally.

With a menacing and Devil-esque laugh Jerry reached toward his victim.