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A Bloody Love

SuperSrs

SuperSrs

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Aug 11, 2011
Vincent Leto was a monster, one who could only be called human because of the skin that he wore. He knew such a fact all too well, knew that when all was said and done that there'd be a very special spot waiting for him in the pits of Hell. And yet, there was nothing he could do, was there? It was like a bitter addiction. Not to drugs or alcohol, not to something so simple. If only that were the case. Indeed, his addiction was to the life that leaked from a wound, that crimson liquid that glistened and rippled in the sun. Even that copper taste, what most would consider foul, was like honey to him. So sweet, delicious, so...disgusting. And yet there was no escape. Like any addict, he was doomed to continue savoring it until it finally did him in.

But, well, at least he wasn't alone.

The young man could feel his eyes growing heavy as he flipped through the pages of the stained newspaper, the bold text growing blurry as the sandman's grip tightened...only the ticktock of the nearby clock keeping him awake. The crinkling of paper could be heard throughout the small motel room as he gingerly flipped through the pages, his empty green eyes flying through the text...the edges of his lips curling upward as his search turned up fruitless. Attention was always lovely, but at the same time they had been attracting too much of it. Six states, and a body count that make your average killer blush. To many, they were the devil incarnate, a title that brought a slight flutter to Vince's heart. And yet, to other, such a title would perhaps seem a bit...over exaggerated? Even Vince had to admit he was hardly the most frightening figure. The young man was somewhat scrawny, standing at 6'0 and boasting a rather boyish face with a mop of messy raven hair upon his head. And yet, wasn't it what was inside that counted in the end? What his physical appearance lacked, his abilities more than made up for.

"Hm?"

He was thrown out of his thoughts as a sudden knocking reached his ears, Vince's gaze travelling upwards door.

"Pizza delivery!" Came the muffled voice, a slight smile reaching the young man's lips.

"Delivery boy is here, dear," He called out to his love, voice dropping a couple levels "...do you want this one?"
 
A life that couldn't be better. Sure, they were constantly on the run, never truly settling down in one place but what else was there to life? She had him but other than that, there was nothing. This; this delicious addiction. It was one thing to see a drop of that beautiful crimson ruby, but to see a lot of it along with the pure fear across a victim's face. It was like Christmas came early. Bly was maybe a little messed up in the head; perhaps a little bit was an understatement. However, she had her perfect counterpart, the man who could complete her and made her life remotely interesting. That, along with the way their life went, it was like having it all. Sure, they were wanted in quite a few states and the number of victims dead wracked up fast, but it was definitely an interesting way of life.

It was that time of night, where a shower was more than necessary. After traveling so far for so long, she craved a shower, just the need to be clean again. It was kind of an odd thing. She would love to bathe in blood, but she couldn't stand not showering after it hit the five day mark. It was disgusting if it ever went that long but sometimes it had to because sometimes it would really be dangerous if they stopped moving. Finally, there was a chance to be clean again and she jumped on it the moment they checked into the motel. About the time the pizza delivery guy came, Bly had gotten out of the shower. A white fluffy cotton towel was wrapped around her tiny lithe frame and her dark brown locks were still deeply wet. Her body was clean, she smelled clean and her hair would actually look pleasant and not oily to touch.

Walking out of the bathroom, she heard her love and she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and kissed his shoulder. "How about tonight...you join me." She whispered. "I'd hate to take his life alone. I want your help. Pretty please..." Moving from him, she stood upright, pouting and looked back at him as she answered the door. It was an impression to answer a door, wearing nothing but a towel, having so clearly gotten out of the shower not even a minute ago. "Hi there, Mr. Pizza Man." She tilted her head, leaning on the door, giggling a little bit. Her eyes spoke a different story than what her outward appearance gave. She didn't look like the kind of girl who was even capable of this. But her eyes said otherwise. They were these big piercing blue eyes that spoke of her true deviousness. "What do you have for me?"
 
As though he had just been invited to a party Vince went ahead and gave a smile traced with sadism in return, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it to his lips. Pulling away seconds later, he spoke, "...do you even need to ask, m'dear? I would be honored,"

He should have said no, he should have pulled himself away. But, hell, it was too late anyhow, wasn't it? There was nothing he could do but just enjoy it, so he told himself. Again and again. Still somewhat invested in the paper, he lowered it only a slight margin to watch as the love of his life made her way towards the door, a flicker of amusement running through his features as he wondered just how their newest victim would react. Didn't ever pizza man dream of such a moment? Being greeted by a beautiful young lady wearing naught but a towel?

When Bly went ahead and pulled open the door she'd find a younger boy upon the other end, probably not even out of high school yet. The scent of greasy cheese wafted through the air, the rather annoyed look that had been in his eyes only moment ago quickly changing as he caught sight of the woman in front of him. Eyes widened, cheeks flushed, and for a moment he was as silent as a mouse.

"Um..." He nervously glanced to the left and then to the right, biting at his lip he greeted Bly. "Er...uh, hi,"

Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare

He shuffled nervously about, apparently needing a couple seconds to form up a more...coherent sentence. "...you, er, ordered a pepperoni pizza right? It'll be $10.49,"
 
Bly gave Vince a certain smile, a suggestive smile before turning her attention back to the pizza delivery boy. She looked at him with a certain lust. Not a sexual lust but a blood lust. She saw him as this bag of blood that was simply waiting to be played with. However, she noticed he didn't look much younger than her. Give or take four or five years, but that did not sway her decision. If anything, he was fresh, still so young, not tainted and maybe even pure. Oh when she did come across someone whose blood was incredibly pure, it was such a turn on. Just like some guys like pure virginal girls, Bly liked her victims to be pure blooded.

Her smile turned into a grin, for his reaction to her current clothing situation was priceless. She should have simply opened the door completely nude, but she wouldn't do that. She had some self respect! "Wow...$10.49? Gee, I didn't realize it'd be so much. Unfortunately I don't have that kind of money. Surely...there's another way I can repay you, right?" She asked softly, stepping towards him now, running a finger over the top of the pizza covered box and then up his chest. Her eyes looked up at him, that same devious look still so resonated there. She had so many ideas, so many thoughts of exactly how she wanted to carry this out. None seemed as beautiful as the old fashioned torture. Well, old fashioned in Bly's book. "Why don't you come in?"
 
"Um, well..." He was as red a lobster now, the boy quick to glance over his shoulder to make sure no one was checking the pair out. His boss had told him that they weren't allowed to go into someone's house, that it was either be paid or take the pizza back. But, well, uh...she...she seemed sweet enough right? More than sweet, actually. He could feel his heart pounding as her finger moved up his chest, biting his lip as a flurry of thoughts flew through his mind. There was no harm...right? I-It wasn't like it'd be a big deal. He could scrounge up the extra cash himself, pretend that it was the girl who gave it to him. No one would be any wiser. Right that sounded like a good idea to himself. Foolproof, really.

"T-that'd be fine," He said, a rather sheepish smile crossing his lips. With one final look into his shoulder the boy would follow her into the motel. So caught up in his own eagerness, he barely noticed that devilish glimmer in her eyes...

--

Vince had been quick on his feet, taking cover in the bathroom and peeking through the crack to see his love draw the gullible boy on in with only a lovely smile and a bit of skin. Oh, she was so very skilled...once the boy was in her hands, he'd be sure to join in.
 
The moment he agreed to come on inside, Bly's smile became bigger, as if she showing him her excitement for him coming in. He had one impression going on in his mind, of a thousand things that could happen that night with them. She had only one thing on her mind. Such a cute face, such a nice frame, had to be pumped with a lot of blood. And just a thought of it, of him bleeding out onto their motel floor, was enough to get her going. It' d be a long night. For him at least. It didn't even occur to her inquire about his name. To her, he didn't have a name. To her, he was just a stranger. Another life form with a lovely supply of blood, all for the taking. That was it. Some kid delivering pizza. Not even that specific. Just...some kid.

Shutting the door behind her, she watched the guy walk in, silently locking it as well. Tilting her head, she watched him and then moved behind him. She took the pizza box from him, setting it down and then let her hands roam over his shoulders where she slowly took his jacket off. "Come inside. Relax." She whispered, placing his jacket behind a chair and she walked over to the little bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, she motioned for him to follow with her eyes before letting the towel drop from her frame. She had a beautiful body. Not petite. She had curves. She wasn't a stick. It didn't look like she forgot to eat often. She was healthy physically. Just mental in the brain. Noticing Vincent in the bathroom, she grinned and then moved onto the bed, setting herself up in a way that was proven very successful in the past of their many victims.
 
The poor (well, 'poor' was perhaps not quite the right word) pizza boy probably hadn't seen a single naked woman in his life, looking at the way he was acting. His cheeks were still a deep shade of red, and as Vincent pressed his ear against the wooden door he swore he could hear the rhythmic beat-beat-beat of the boy's heart. Plenty of blood then, good. Here was to hoping he wouldn't die to quickly, however. Bly didn't need to have her fun cut short. Trying to stay quiet, he eased himself against the door a bit more, one eye peering through the barely visible crack as he watched the kid approach the bed. Trying his best not to the stare, the boy was quick to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off, his arms getting caught up around the sleeves. With a bit of stumbling and dancing about however he finally managed to remove it, letting it land in a crumpled heap upon the floor before finally going ahead and taking a seat upon the bed.

His gaze nervously shifted about for a brief moment, eyes soon settling upon the beauty laying in front of him. "Um..." A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as he, the boy scratching the back of his head as he bit at his lip. "So, um...w-what now?" The answer was obvious, he knew that, but...well...he wasn't exactly sure on how he was going to make the first move. Especially with a complete and utter stranger.

And still, he did not see the demon lurking within the girl...
 
As he made his way into their room and into the bedroom, Bly sat up upon his arrival into the room and she grinned a little bit, slowly sliding off the bed. She went to her dresser and tied her hair up with her favorite weapon of choice to kill with; a very sharpened glass nail filer. After he removed his shirt and sat down, she moved towards him, crawling up on the bed and into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You just need to lay back and relax." She purred, easing him back down onto the bed as she let her hand wander down into his pants. As she did, she pulled the filer out of her hair, letting it down and ran along it his chest, beginning to put pressure when she got right at the perfect spot. Without even giving him a chance to experience something he now may never experience, she pushed the sharp tip of the filer into his chest, it piercing right through and she watched as blood began to draw out. What a sight...
 
"...!" He'd felt the touch of the filer tickling his chest, but had thought not much of it. His attention had been focused on...other things. His eyes widened as he felt it pierce his skin, a sharp pain running through his torso as he saw the blood blossom from his chest. Shock ran through his form for a brief moment, the boy speechless as saw that delighted look upon the girl's face, that look in her eyes finally catching his attention. It wasn't the sort of glint you'd see in anyone reasonable sane. "...what are you...doing...?"

A soft chuckle came from behind Bly as Vince's hand fell upon her bare shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he watched the boy squirm before them. "Not a bad catch, I'd say," He muttered, giving the wounded boy a quick look over. She'd already done something of a number on him. Enough to draw a good amount of blood...and yet, the wound wasn't severe enough for him to expire any time soon. Good, very good. "...so then, how do you want to go about this m'dear?"
 
A grin came over her face so proudly and widely upon hearing his quivering, small, little voice. She let out a shaky sigh and she ran her finger over the pouring out blood and bit her lower lip. Her hands were trembling and she looked at the blood as if she worshiped it. "Oh...You bleed so beautifully." She whispered, so close to put it to her lips but she didn't. In fact, she refrained as well as she could because it was difficult not to. She had never drank another victim's blood but she always was tempted but never could bring herself to do so.

Feeling a hand upon her shoulder, she looked back and smiled at Vince, showing him the blood on the young boy and then on her fingers. Leaning into him, she stared at his wound and at his blood and giggled, clearly sadistically. "Hm...I just want to slice him up. What do you want to do? Any in particular because I won't waste him for you. That's your job. To end it all." She giggled, kissing his cheek and then his neck.
 
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