Chapter Three: Paradise by the TV's light
With 20 minutes left of the movie and two teenagers left; the bookworm brunette and the pretty rich boy, the tension was building again, this time, a different way.
At this point, Veronica had sat with him to watch seven students be tortured and killed in a variety of ways in the underground of a large city, adding to a large total of teenage bones that littered the sewers. The cops were running around blind, calling 'missing persons' to cover the lack of homicide evidence and no body.
Well, there wouldn't be a body with the meat was eaten, the skin used to decorate and the bones easily discarded.
Eli had however, found one positive about the movie.
Usual horror movies of this description focussed on the 'bad guy' being a one person or two person team. This revolved around a group of cultists who believed they were cleansing the city, honouring the gods and ensuring themselves an afterlife beyond compare. It wasn't a new concept, but it wasn't a cliché, which Eli could not say about the rest of the movie. Of course, that positive point lost value when you considered the practical application of a cult; all it took was one member to brag or complain and then the whole operations could be blown apart. At least when you murdered alone, you didn't have to worry about an accomplice freaking out and ratting you out. This cult had a wonderful initiation ceremony for the newest member which involved the sexual violation of the screaming brunette (when he realised where it was going, Eli requested Veronica hid her eyes in his shirt for the scene; she didn't protest and willingly went until Eli gave her the all clear) but you had to consider that that new member was not 100% sold on the procedure and required a lot of ribbing to go ahead, that would take a psychological toll on the man and someone would notice, someone would ask what happened, and like the little sheep he was; he would tell some wolf at some point. He was the obvious weak link in the group, but apparently, that didn't get considered in the plot.
Eli started to believe he had gotten so bored with the horror he had began to overthink it in ways his brain would never do at school.
"So, she's dead?" Veronica asked, stirring him from his thoughts.
The brunette had finally given in to the rich boy, letting him pull out her too-tight bun and run his fingers through her hair in a way that would only ever lead to sex.
"Perhaps." Eli noted aloud. "Maybe one will survive, get away to 'tell the story'."
"But you said sex gets you killed." Of course she remembered that bit of what he said. She lifted her face to him again. "I don't get it."
"It destroys hope for the audience." he explained. "You want them to get it on and where there's hope, there's a chance to destroy it and make you scared of ever being happy again. But, these are already damaged enough that even if they have sex; they won't be happy. They just saw their best friend get kidnapped."
Veronica looked at him for a few seconds too long. "What?"
"That's awfully deep for you Weevil." she commented with jest. "Have you been hanging out with the clever kids behind the bike shed and trading philosophy lessons?"
He chuckled in response.
"You caught me, V. I'm blowing all my money on education; just can't get enough."
"What would your abuela say?" she joked, the directors allowing the sex scene to flow uninterrupted.
"You know, she kinda looks like you."
"Your gran?"
"Nah, the nerdy chic."
Veronica turned back to the tv to see the naked brunette laid out on the bed. "Kinda got your figure, V." Veronica felt his hands slide up her legs to the curve of her hips and down once more. "Your tiny waist." Veronica had watched a sex scene on a comedy with Eli before, it had been awkward. Somehow, this wasn't. "Your 'more than handful' tits." he laughed, his breath fanning across her neck as he leaned in close.
"Would I survive?" she asked softly, turning her lips to him.
"With me by your side, hell yeah." he promised.
Once again, his earthy aftershave was intruding her senses. "Go get your laptop, V." he breathed against her neck, eyes closed, drunk on her.
"It's not finished." She turned her head to the couple on the bed getting busy.
"You have a report to write and I'm sure you've got enough material, V."
"Oh, yeah." Veronica realised that Eli was right, she couldn't disclose the ending anyway, and she had watched all the way through enough to write the review.
Freed from her own torment, Veronica was quick onto her feet, flitting into the bedroom to grab her laptop while Eli re-arranged himself into comfort. He had trouble watching sex scenes when V was wrapped around him like a second skin. A horror put her as close as she could get and the lass on the tv was almost a mirror image in body shape to V. If V dyed her hair brown, Eli could easily see her as the woman on the tv. A tight little body designed to be held by a man.
"I can't believe they are still alive." Veronica lifted a little laugh as she returned to sit next to him, laptop open and the light from the screen illuminating her and those tight little nipples that poked through her vest.
Eli turned back to the screen as Veronica wriggled to get comfy in her seat.
Veronica paused with the open word document in screen.
Surely she was bias, she hated all horror movies, the entire genre needed scrapping in her opinion. But that wasn't what a Halloween edition newspaper wanted to hear.
Did she write out a full blow by blow? Did she leave it all in mystery?
With a 500 word max space, she was torn between 'I don't think I'll sleep tonight' scary and 'I'd never watch it again' superiority.
"You watch a lot of horrors." she nudged Eli. "Is this good?"
He breathed out a smug laugh.
"Write your opinion first, V. I'll give it a read over afterwards."
"Eli Nevarro proof reading my homework, who thought we'd ever see that day." she mumbled to herself, deciding to start the review with setting the scene.
Due to the supposed controversy of the current critic reviews, the paper wanted a definitive answer for pro or con, Veronica found this task more and more difficult as she continued.
She lifted her eyes back to the screen at another ear piercing scream. The nerdy brunette was running down the hotel corridor in her underwear chased by cultists in robes armed to the teeth with blood dripping from them. No doubt the blood of her recently departed or currently departing lover.
"He die?" V asked from the 200 words she had at current, amazed she had been too focussed to see his death.
"She slept through it. Apparently." Eli's distaste came across clear. The plot holes were growing larger.
"Think she'll get away?"
"Dunno." And Weevil genuinely didn't know. If they did let her live, it would make for a good sequel opener, but who wanted a sequel of this shit?
The brunette broke out into the city. The 5am crowd was drunkards that hootered at the half naked girl but ignored her calls for assistance. The men continued their pursuit, the night of Halloween making their blood covered guises easily fall into the crowd.
The brunette ran until she was out of breath and ran straight into the arms of a police officer.
The film cut to black then back to her sat in the police station with a cup of coffee and blanket covering her.
"So she lives." Veronica smiled. A happy ending.
"Dunno." She turned to see Eli narrow his eyes at the tv. "Seems off."
"It's not off, you just don't enjoy a horror unless everyone is dead." she teased him. "See," she narrated. "The nice officer that saved her is taking her home and making sure she is safe and is probably going to end up falling in love with her and marrying her, but that doesn't make for a good horror movie ending, so they cut it before they have their first kiss." Veronica grinned, feeling smart now she had survived a horror movie.
But then Eli smiled.
"Nope." Smug as a bug in a rug he turned to Veronica. "Wait for it." His grin threatened to break his face.
Veronica watched as the cop car pulled into an old warehouse and the brunette started to question the now silent officer. Alarmed, she tugged at the car doors, but locked in like a prisoner she was going nowhere.
It was then the camera panned to the warehouse doors that opened to the cultists emerging, then flashed to the crooked officer in the car, he turned back to give the victim a smile, his hand raising to signal the approaching men which, as the sleeve pulled back, clearly showed the tattooed markings of the cult on his wrist.
The film cut to end on the policeman cultists smile.
"No, wait." Veronica argued with the screen. "She might survive." she protested. "She could be a hidden kung fu goddess and when they open the door, she kills them all and takes over the cult from the inside, purifying it."
"Or. More likely, she gets gang raped, skinned and eaten. Possibly in that order."
"This is a sick film." Veronica announced. "Is it sick and it is twisted, and it is wrong."
"And it's shit." Eli couldn't help but add.
"It is?" she asked.
"V." he turned to face her, all serious. "If you ever ask me to watch this again with you. I will shoot myself first."
"That's not going to be happening." she laughed. "I am done with horrors." She turned back to her laptop. "Once I get this done." she amended. "And then I get to sleep before school… if I ever get to sleep without nightmares." she groaned and dropped her face into her hands.
"Give it here." Eli didn't give her much option and grabbed the laptop from her lap. Nestled on his lap, he grabbed the tv remote and changed it to some brainless sitcom was she sure to love.
Veronica put in her comments for her fear factor as a horror virgin, but Eli managed the summary with devotion and class, making reference to other movies in the genre that shared shocking similarities that Eli suspected had been robbed.
"A'ight V." he checked the time on the digits of the oven and stretched out his limbs. "I'm heading out. It's late." As Veronica had repeated; sex got you killed, and he doubted she was willing to roll the dice so soon after watching that shit-show of a movie.
"Woah no." she physically put herself in front of his exit.
"V, it's 2am. I got work at the autoshop too tomorrow, a'ight." But she stole the crash helmet before he could touch it.
"You can't leave." Her words were forceful.
"I can't stay here." Whether he'd admit it or not, watching Veronica's body shape being ploughed by a rich little white kid had given him all kinds of spank bank material that needed addressing. Staying all night at V's with a hard on from hell wasn't his idea of a great night.
"Why not? My dad won't be back until tomorrow night, back-up is knocked out."
Eli took all of three seconds to see through her.
"You're still scared." he observed with a smile.
"I am not!" she swore defiantly.
"Then you don't mind if I sleep in my own bed tonight?" he teased, fully intending to not do that, not when V was calling out for him. Hard-on or not, if she was scared; he knew he would stay.
"No." she cut his path again. "I just mean I'd feel better if you stayed."
"Places to be, V." he teased, reaching out for his crash helmet and letting her snatch it close, then settling it on the counter behind her body.
"Really?" Satisfied with her defence, she turned to an offense. In one slow, fail-safe technique she hiked one leg to his hip, her fingers fisting for balance on his shirt. "You won't stay with me?"
"You using me for my body V?" he grinned.
"I'll make it worth your while."
"Solicitation." he purred against her neck. "Heck of a list of crimes tonight."
"Sex kills." she replied, backing up a little. "I just wanted to take advantage of my protection detail." She grinned.
"Protection detail needs a reason to stay, V. And that sofa isn't good enough for my back." he feigned.
"What about the serial killers?" she pleaded. "You'll let them kill me?"
"Too selfish for that, V." he grinned playfully and ensnared her again. "Let me sleep in your bed though, might consider some 1 on 1 protection."
"I'll even agree to be in the bed with you, papi." She smiled, knowing he had a secret thing for the nickname. "But let's be clear, if anyone tries to attack us, I retain my right to hobble you and run away. I will not stand screaming over your corpse-to-be when I can be hightailing it."
"Thought you were meant to be seducing me here, V."
"You get turned on by a stiff wind, haha." she laughed. "Don't think I didn't notice you getting your freak on to a horror movie."
"Hey, she looked damn like you, V."
"No she didn't."
"Did too." He dropped to his knees. "She had these long ass creamy legs." He rose his hands to the short shorts that her ass cheeks peeked out from as they rode up. "A perfect bubble butt just asking for a spanking." To make a point, he slapped his right hand hard against her cheek, rejoicing in the squeak she provided in return, the glaze that took over her eyes. "Tiny waist." He promised to admire the curve of her ass later, but moved his hands over her hips to the teeny tiny waist, fingers under the lace of her vest. "Perfect body." He slid his hands up higher, bunching the vest as he went. "Handful tits that begged to be touched." His palms ran over her peaked nipples as he stood to his feet, pulling the vest up and over her head as she lifted her arms.
Naked chested, Veronica felt herself demanding the same from Eli.
Less elegantly, she tugged at the hem once and he took the hint, yanking the collar from behind his head over and off.
"I am not being killed for having sex with you." she voiced.
"You won't." he promised. "I'll kill him first if anyone dares to interrupt us."
"You think your seduction can make me forget my horror 101 lesson?" she joked.
"In that case." Part of Veronica expected him to leave, what she didn't expect was Eli to hook his fingers into her shorts, and walk her to the bedroom, his eyes drinking in her thoughts. "Guess we'll have to do everything but."
"As long as I don't tempt fate."
"The only fate likely to want death over you having sex is currently out of town on a case, and trust me; he'd only be wanting me dead. Not you." He smirked, grinning as the bedroom door closed on any chance of the master's pooch interrupting his night.
"I suppose you may have a point." she conceded, batting her eyelids at him.
"Yeah?" he asked drawing her closer, putting her between his open legs as he sat at the edge of her bed. It put him at the perfect height to give the attention he wanted to her breasts.
He earned a gasp and a breathy moan as he sealed his lips over her budded nipple.
"If this get me killed." she breathed between moans. "I am going to haunt you 24/7." she promised darkly.
"Relax V," He popped the nipple from his mouth, sliding his hands down her bare smooth back to converge around the top of her pyjama shorts. "If you put on a good enough show, the serial killer can get his kicks in other ways tonight." He gave her a wink as he dragged the shorts over her perfectly rounded ass along with her knickers.
"Just the serial killer?" she teased, stepping out of her clothing and lifting her legs to straddle Eli's on the bed.
Instantly, he leaned back to admire the view.
Veronica came with a bunch of problems, but as soon as she got in a horny mood she was the bravest, boldest and most beautiful thing he had ever seen with a single minded focus; getting off.
Her fingers splayed on the back of his neck, her nails lightly announcing their presence to him in a way that shot straight to his dick.
"V, you're hot as hell."
She rewarded his compliment with a massage of his neck tattoos.
"Yeah, what you gunna do about it?" she teased.
His answer was to snap an arm around her waist, lift his hips and throw her over onto the bed, putting him exactly where he wanted to be; in control.
"You know I'd never let anything happen to ya, V." he swore darkly, a promise that came with all of the evil she expected from the criminal element in him. Put short; Eli had no qualms about killing for her.
A passion that would scare a lesser woman.
Veronica saw it for what it was; a declaration so pure it couldn't be answered in kind without blood being shed. "Besides," he smirked, his hand stroking down her curls. "Kinda like you needing me."
"Don't get used to it." She ground up against his erection and realised the clothing balance was way out of sync. Her free hands both went to the belt buckle and zip sheathing him.
"Kinda like you wanting me here to protect you, V." he trailed his lips back down her neck between words. "Needing me." He kissed down her chest, between the valley of her breasts as she rose to meet him. Unbuckled and free, she shuffled her reach as far down as the clothes would go before taking the length in hand. "Begging me to stay the night." he finished with a smile, his lips curved as they rested above her left breast, his features showing how he appreciated the attentions.
"I didn't beg." she argued as she ran her closed fist up and down his length, speeding up with his pants of breath.
"Begging me to protect you." he continued in a breath, his own fingers fast to reciprocate and sliding between her legs finding the evidence of her arousal wet, warm and 100% ready. "To save you." he continued, pushing a fingers into her and earning a heady moan. "You needed me."
"Just tonight. Just in case I need someone to hobble." she breathed out hard, grinding her hips down on his finger, her free hand grasping him to push for more.
He grinned, biting at a peaked nipple gently as he provided what she wanted once more.
She responded by rolling a thumb over his swollen head, adding just a little squeeze with her quickening motions.
He started concentric circles over her sensitive clit in pairing with the two fingers that curled up inside her.
One gave and the other gave again. On and on until the mess of limbs on the bed resembled the sweat sexually satisfied teenagers without parents home, rather than the bloodied discarded mess of serial killers as they had seen on the tv all night.
Spent and satiated, Veronica was in Eli's strong arms, fighting heavy eyelids.
For all the tease and fear, Veronica knew Eli would protect her.
He had done so since they had first started this relationship, she doubted he would ever stop.
Lying in his arms, she felt more protected than if she would have lived in a sealed vault or ivory tower.
The man would stop at nothing for her.
Even after watching actors (and once more she reminded herself that the memories of that movie were just actors) kill for pleasure, she felt safe in his presence.
She highly doubted that would add the required effect to the film review though. Not everyone had an Eli.
"Shit." Veronica suddenly groaned, stirring Eli.
"What?" Eli grumbled, pulling her closer as she attempted to move. "I know it wasn't everything, but it wasn't bad V. Rather enjoyed it." he chuckled softly.
"No, I forgot to email it across."
"What?" Eli asked, wrapping his arm tighter around her.
"The review."
Eli groaned aloud his displeasure. He was comfy damn it.
"Fine, fine." He released her back into the duvet but stood plucking clothing from the floor. "I'll do it. Just sleep, V. You look knackered."
"Really?" The backhanded sentiment came without an option for her to complain as he was already pulling boxers up his legs.
"Yeah yeah. 'm thirsty anyway." He dropped a kiss to her forehead and watched her curl into the bedding.
"Thanks Eli."
Veronica's 'thanks' to Eli ran out in 15 short hours when she was sat in the newspaper editorial room moving pictures of the pumpkin carving contest winners on the screen to best overlay in the current space limitations for the All Saints Day issue.
"Veronica." Miss Deloy claimed the seat next to her with a smile. "Your review this morning was fantastic. So passionate with the way you worded your opinion about the directorial debut. I never knew you were such a film fanatic."
"Oh," surprised and slightly concerned she needed to re-read what she had sent, she accepted the compliment. "Well, you know me, just love the films."
"I'm glad to hear it because I have this for you." Miss Deloy slid a DVD across to her, the cover showed a burning guy on a bonfire, the title was slanted and blood red, it spoke 'Bonfire Burns 2'. "As a reward for such a good review I couldn't help but fulfil your request for more. Hopefully this will be just as passionately written." Miss Deloy beamed at her with pride. "Just in time for the November 5th, I wanted to showcase the british tradition of Guy-Fawkes night, and what better than a film review of its latest horror adaption."
A groan of frustration cut off Veronica's own confused reply and Miss Deloy was across the room to deal with the system crash of another student.
Veronica whipped out her mobile.
What did you request to the newspaper?!
But Eli was most probably in detention without access to his phone.
Veronica was quick to log onto her student mail sent box and find the offending mail.
There, in the email main message was a request from 'Veronica' asking for all the film (especially horror) reviews she could get her hands on.
Veronica ground her teeth.
She was going to kill Eli.
Violently.
Until he blacked out screaming!
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