Author's Note: Hey guys... so sorry for the long long delay. I got myself moved and found out my new place couldn't get DSL and I didn't have the money to start up a satellite net, so I've been without internet for a while. Anyway, I finally made it to town and uploaded a couple chapters. As a treat since it's been so long I uploaded two new chapters. 21 and 22. Anyway, I've completed this story in my notebook just have to finish typing it up, editing and then make it into town to upload it. Fun fun! Anyway hope ya'll enjoy.
Sadly, my dear friend, Daisy Mae, who was kind enough to be my test audience and editing buddy passed away after a car accident. I dedicate this story, which she helped inspire, to her memory. I'll miss you forever and ever Daisy-Bell!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed and has added me to alerts. It's been so long that I'm foregoing the shoutouts I usually do. Love you guys! You're the reason I keep writing, just knowing that people are enjoying my stuff keeps me going!
Author's WARNING! The beginning of this chapter deals with something very very dark, I'll just come out a say it... Incest and rape. You could skip this chapter if you wanted, but it contains the backstory for the 'Angel Killer' and his mindset as to why he does what he does. I'll also warn you that this story is going to get darker. But I warned you all of that at the beginning of this story at the prologue.
Chapter 21
Twenty years ago... Florida
He laid in bed watching the clock, wishing with all his might that time would somehow freeze or that God would be merciful and take him now. Every passing second seemed like an hour; every minute stretched on for a day; every hour, a lifetime.
The alarm blared beside him, signaling that the dreaded three am had ticked in. Almost as if on cue, headlights pulled into the driveway. He quickly shut off the alarm and pulled the covers up over his head, hoping that she'd believe he was asleep for once.
He heard the front door slam and heavy footsteps move across the house. He tried to control his breathing and make it slow and even, to make her believe he was asleep, but his pounding heartbeat betrayed him. He was sure that his thundering pulse could be heard in the next town.
The bed shifted as an unwelcome weight settled on the edge of the mattress. His body stiffened as her delicate hands peeled away his covers.
"I know you're awake, you always are." A stern, yet gentle voice said.
"Please Mom, not tonight." He pleaded, his voice sounding childlike even to his own ears.
"Look at me." She commanded. He peeked open his eyes to meet her bright sapphire eyes. "What's our deal?"
"You work two jobs to feed and cloth Lori and me, and keep a roof over all our heads. And I..." He swallowed against the lump in his throat, suddenly finding the room too hot and the air too dry.
"And you what?" She pressed.
"And I act like the man of the house and keep you happy and stress free." He choked out.
"That's right. Now... I had a long and horrible day today." She said in an overly dramatic tone. "I only want one thing right now. One thing. Is that too much to ask?"
"No, Mom." He sighed defeatedly. She always won.
Without another word her nimble hands shot out and caressed his sixteen year old manhood through his shorts. Most boys his age were dying for someone to touch them the way she was doing him right now. Not him though. He dreaded the delicate touches and soft caresses. He feared the warm wetness that would undoubtedly engulf him as she prepared him for the next step.
He clenched his fists into his sheets, willing his body to obey and remain unaffected, but her mouth was persistent. She chipped away his resolve little by little with every stroke of her skillful tongue. Once satisfied with her work, she quickly discarded her uniform and slipped into the bed, pulling him on top of her.
"Do it baby." She cooed sweetly. He cringed at the honey laced tone she used, but obeyed regardless. In one swift motion his slid into her. God, how he hated sex.
She had made him do this for the last two years. Ever since his lonely mother had learned how 'well developed' her little boy had become.
At first he had fought against her, but she had threatened to send both him and his sister to foster care. After all she was too stressed to 'properly' care for her children. She had said that he would never be able to see his sister again and he believed that. So for his sister's sake he committed incest, over and over again.
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Blood covered his hands and the front of his shirt and pooled onto the kitchen floor under her unmoving body. The knife still stuck deep into her chest and her bright blue eyes frozen wide with shock. She stared out at him, unseeing, mocking him with their emptiness. Her eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life.
The seventeen year old boy fell to his knees next to the body of his mother. He knew he should feel guilty or... something, after he had killed her, but he didn't. Instead he felt joy, he felt... free. She couldn't come to his room at three am anymore. She couldn't make him do things he didn't want to anymore. She couldn't hurt him, or his sister, anymore.
He wanted to cry, he even tried, but it came out as some weird hysterical laugh as he stared at his blood soaked hands. The witch was dead! He should be rejoicing, not crying!
"What did you do?"
His head snapped up at the sudden shriek from his thirteen year old sister. She rushed over and nearly skidded into her mother's body. He wrapped her small hands around her mother's bicep and shook her vigorously.
"Mom! Mom! Wake up!" She glanced up at her brother with fire burning in her brown eyes. "What did you do?"
"Lori, listen to me! I did this to save us, both of us!"
"What do you mean save us?" she screeched again as tears streamed down her lightly tanned face. "Mom would never hurt us!"
"You don't know the side of her I do!" He snapped. "She made me do things, things that no mother and son should ever do."
"What do you mean?" Lori questioned. He started at the beginning, explaining everything that had happened over the last three years. He watched as his sister's eyes widened with fear and disgust at the horrible things her mother had done. More tears streaked freely down her cheeks, dripping off her chin and falling to the floor to mingle with her mothers blood. He had endured everything from their mother for her, to keep them together.
Lori quickly stepped over her fallen mother and wrapped her arms around her brothers chest, not caring that blood now smeared her face or her lavender gown. "I'm so sorry!" She cried. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know!"
"Lori, I don't blame you." He took her by the shoulders and met her eyes. "But we need to take care of this."
"What do you think we should do?" She asked as she looked back at their mother.
"I don't know..." He paused in thought.
"What will happen to us?" Lori interrupted his thoughts.
"We'll be fine Lori, I'm almost an adult. I'll be eighteen in a few months. I'll get a job and take care of you. I promise, we'll be fine."
"But Mom..."
"We have to get rid of her Lori, with luck people will think she skipped town."
"Do you have an idea?"
"Find the keys to mom's car."
Together the brother and sister loaded their mother's body into the car and all her clothes into the trunk. Then they drove off into the night.
Lori's fingers curled around her brothers as they watched the car sink into the swamp.
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The Angel Killer's eyes snapped open as he sat up in his bed, panting and covered in a cold sweat. He hadn't thought of his mother in years. He raised a calloused hand to wipe away the sweat from his brow before it fell into his eyes.
His thoughts drifted again to that night. Nothing had worked out like he and Lori had planned. The authorities had taken Lori from him anyway, and placed her in foster care. He himself, had been pretty much left alone since he was nearly eighteen. At least everyone believed the story about her coming in one day and packing her belongings, saying that she'd had enough of raising two rotten children on her own. A few of her co-workers admitted that she had been stressed and frustrated at raising the two teens alone. Case closed, the woman obviously ran away, abandoning her children for what she believed to be a better life.
Over the years, he had lost track of Lori. She had been adopted by a nice couple when she was fifteen. They moved away from their hometown to somewhere in the mid-west. It was a complete accident that he'd found Lori again. Since then, they'd kept in constant contact. He often wondered if she knew he was hiding something, but she never asked questions or pried too much. Although she did know more than he wanted her to, but she was too smart to hide too much from. She was resourceful and intelligent, with some digging he was sure she would know about everything in his life.
Slowly he climbed out of his bed and moved across the room, his eyes falling on a picture of Katherine. He gently traced the outline of her face with his fingers as he stared into her deep sapphire eyes, those eyes so much like his mothers. Even after everything with his mother, he still found blue eyes the most attractive.
In fact, those eyes were what drove him to be what he was. In the beginning he just wanted to dominate a woman with those same eyes. He paid a few women a lot of money to let him roughly fuck them and dominate over them the way his mother had done to him. He punished those women over and over again as if they were her.
But the satisfaction soon wore off. He no longer left the same 'freedom' at pounding into the women. He remembered the glorious feelings he felt with his mother's blood on his hands, so one night he indulged in that hidden joy, taking his second victim.
The high he felt when he stabbed her was indescribable. The shock and horror in her bright blue eyes mirrored the look his mother had worn years before.
He's done that for years, traveling from city to city; state to state; and even out of the country a few times, always on the prowl for a woman with deep blue eyes in which to preserve the memory of his mother in.
Then he'd met Katherine Hillard, with her bright sapphire eyes, golden hair, and soft ivory skin. He's craved her from their first meeting, but she had no interest in him whatsoever. He'd never met a woman who resisted his charms and good looks.
He was good looking by most standards. Six foot seven, with thick almost black hair. Broad shoulders and ripped chest, and his dazzling light blue eyes. He could have any woman that wanted, except for the blonde FBI agent. She drove him crazy with desire until he eventually changed his fantasy. Now instead of punishing his mother, he was taking Katherine. He sought out blue eyed blondes and took them home, most of the time they came willingly. He would make believe that he's finally managed to bed Katherine. Once his imagination wore off, he'd realize it was just another cheap floozy in his bed and the desire to 'punish' would return and he's seek the thrill that only their blood could give. After the life had left their bodies, he's ravaged their bodies again as he stared deeply into the their frozen horror stricken eyes.
He'd meticulously cleaned them, as he had been well trained to do, to ensure that no one could trace them back to him. Washed, dried, and brushed their golden locks and then dressed them in a white flowing dress. Then finally satisfied he dumped their bodies to be found. Occasionally, he'd cried as he walked away.
He knew he was a monster, but he couldn't stop himself. Maybe that was why he craved Katherine so badly. She had a gentle soul and a compassion for others deeper than the sea. Maybe she could help him stop being a monster, maybe she could unlock the loving man beneath the monster, she could heal the broken boy inside the monster. Maybe... Just maybe...