Revelation.

(Author's Note:  Heh heh…  I had originally planned on having our mystery Diva die last chapter.  I was even going to write two different death scenes.  One for the cut version, and one for the uncut version.  But I decided instead that I wanted our little stalker to show a bit more emotion.  Plus…I was getting tired of working on that chapter, and was getting impatient to upload it.  I think I worked myself into a hole though.  This could very easily break down into a nonsensical story.  But in the words of Michael Cole when Al Wilson proposed to Dawn Marie:  [in paraphrase…don't know the exact quote] "Well ladies and gentlemen.  This could be very good, or very bad.  Either way…it'll be memorable."

May the train wreck begin.)

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She instantly gains an alarmed expression.  "You've been doing what?"

I release her from my sad embrace and pull back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, wiping the tears of my failure from my face.  "You heard me.  I've been luring you into a trap."  The words come out barely above a whisper, the lingering sobs interrupting their flow.

She sits up into a cross-legged position at the head of the bed.  I can only imagine how far down her mood has come.  "Wha…what kind of a trap," she cautiously asks.

I turn my head to look at her.  Those dark pools that are her eyes are filled with a mixture of anxiety, curiosity, and fear.  I nearly break down again, but decide that I can't do that now.  "I'm going to tell you the whole story.  It's a long one, and I don't want you to ask any questions until I finish."

"I understand.  Just, please…tell me."

I close my eyes and take a breath, hoping that it will calm me.  And to think, earlier tonight I figured that I would be washing her blood off my hands by now.

I stand and walk slowly to the closet, and retrieve two silk robes, one red and one black.  It's very obvious that she and I won't be fucking again tonight, so it would probably be awkward for me to be explaining my evil plot to her while we're only wearing our knickers.  I walk back to the bed and offer them to her.  She selects the black one, and I garb myself in the red one.  I find it slightly humorous.

I'm wearing a robe in her hair color, and she's wearing one in mine.

I sit back down on the bed, facing her.  "First off Lita, I've been stalking you for about nine months.  Ever since you started dating your boyfriend.  I've watched you two very closely.  And I know the true state of your relationship.  He thinks that you love him…but I believe that you only see him for a good lay.  And that you only sleep with him when you're bored.  I'm not going to sugarcoat it…I'm sick.  And I'm fuckin' madly in love with your boyfriend.  I have been for years.  Since before you ever debuted in the WWF.  This house…belonged to the last woman who treated him unfairly."

I saw her eyes almost bulge out as the realization of what I was saying hit her.  "Y-you mean…"

"Yeah.  You noticed a large bump in the driveway as you drove in?  I made her grave in the driveway, so she is effectively…a speed bump."

"GOOD!!!" she replied.  "She was a fucking slut.  Sable, Jenna Jameson, and Jasmine St. Claire combined had nothing on her!"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at that remark.  She broke down into spastic twitching fits of giggles as well.  I almost fell off the bed once.  After a while, and we had calmed down, she said something that brought the mood back down.

"So…you were planning on killing me tonight?"  I suddenly became solemn as I looked into her darkened face.  "Yes Lita.  I was going to kill you after we fucked.  It was going to be brutal and messy too.  I was going to fuck you with the barrel of a fully loaded pump-action shotgun, and unload the weapon inside your body as you orgasmed."

She lost all of her color as I revealed how she'd have died…if I had more control of my goddamned compassion.  "That is…oh god…urp…"

She ran to the wastebasket in the room and vomited.  I winced when I heard the terrible sound.  Winced.  I didn't even flinch when I removed "Speed Bump's" head from her body with a bone saw while she was still living, and very much conscious.

I heard her let out a weak moan after she was finished.  She sat, slumped against a wall.  "That's it.  No more picking up strangers."  I let out a laugh when I heard that.

"If I hadn't talked to you so much in the bar, and gotten to know you a bit, you'd most likely be dead by now.  And I'd be in the process of digging out your own speed bump.  So be happy that you wanted to talk a bit before we got off to mess around."

"Why?  Why do you seem to hate me so much," she asks.

"Oh yes…I'm sorry, I got side-tracked.  Like I said, I believe that you're just pretending to love your boyfriend so you'll have a backup fuck ready when you're not on tour."

She shook her head.  "No.  You're wrong.  I love him.  I really do."  I grow angry with her upon hearing this.  "Oh really?  Then why the fuck do you sleep around behind his back?  I saw you take three men into a motel room in one night once.  At the same time.  Is this what 'love' means to you?  He looks the other way, while you fuck as many people as you want?"

She looked at me with tearful eyes, yet…even though she knew my intention to kill her, there was no fear in them whatsoever.  "You don't understand.  He knows about my sleeping around.  I told him after I had been cheating on him for three months.  But he forgave me.  He forgave me.  I begged him to dump me.  Told him he was too good for me.  But he wouldn't hear it.  So…I started to get more extreme in my infidelity.  Taking on two or three guys at once.  And even videotaping it and showing it to him."

She began to break down into a sobbing mess at this point, and continued through the sobs.  "He still kept me.  He still loved me.  So, I started to fuck around with women.  And, you said earlier that you think that I only fuck him because of boredom.  I assume you've seen us.  The reason that I don't let him make love to me…the reason I don't let him fuck me…is because I'm not worth his passion.  It's not a lack of desire for him, not at all.  I simply don't consider myself worthy of him.  That's why I've been trying my damndest to make him see how worthless I am."

I have a pretty good ear for the truth.  And I don't detect a single hint of lies from her.

She continued.  "The only reason I haven't killed myself to free him from me is because I know how much it would pain him.  He would think that he somehow didn't love me enough…when in fact he loves me too much for his own good."

I was completely silent while I heard her side of things.  Then she looked right into my eyes.

"But you.  You're willing to kill so he'll be happy.  You've already done such.  I almost wish you had murdered me.  He'd be lucky to have a girlfriend such as you."

I look at her askance…I don't know what to say in response.  I don't even know if there is a response for something like that.

"Are you going to kill me?"  I honestly reply: "No.  I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did.  You know…you're wrong.  You are worth his love.  Because you think you could never be good enough.  You love him so much, that you wish you were a goddess who could bestow on him untold happiness."

She stared at the linoleum, which had to feel cold against her bare ass cheeks that are impossible to cover with her choice of underwear.  "Since you're not going to kill me, would you mind if I laid down?  After everything that's happened tonight, I'm fucking exhausted."

"There's only the one bed.  And one set of covers."

"I don't mind sharing.  I mean, hell.  About 30 minutes ago, we were raring to fuck each other silly in that bed.  Now, I just want to sleep."

I stand up and pull the covers down.  I discard my robe on the floor, and climb in.  "Well?"

She follows suit and slides in next to me.  We lay close to each other because it's so cold…even with the heater on.

"Mmm…" she says.  "Y'know…if I didn't know that you wanted to kill me tonight, I might consider this the safest place in the world for me to be right now."

"You don't have to worry about death coming from my hands anymore."  I lean in and give her a soft, tongue-less kiss.  "Goodnight Lita."

She kisses my cheek.  "You too."