Chapter 1 - The Chamber: Part One
So thrilling. This, the darkness that surrounds me, listening to his chilling screams that fill the silence. How extraordinary. The blood splashes on me, filling my mouth with his flesh, the glorious crimson lust. How fantastic. I listen to the screams start to hush. My rush is gone, but the lust still fills me. The blood drops off the walls and table on which my victim laid upon. This man was glorious. Beautiful. Seductive. Now, my lust flourished, surging through my veins and I was compelled to mount this man, caress his strong, lean body. His blood glistens on his lips. I leaned down and pressed mine to his.
As I lifted my head from his face, the door flung open. My aficionado, Keith stood there filling the doorway, and darkening the room more.
“Victor,” he snarled. “Dispose of this trash now. You know Our Lady would not like what you are doing.” He came towards me and clasped his hands on my shoulders, wearing them down. “Your obsession with death will become your downfall, my friend.”
He rubbed his thumb over my jugular. I felt a smile spread across my lips. This man was…extraordinary.
“Come to me,” I whispered.
He let out a low chuckle, and whispered back, “You know I don’t go that way, Vic.” His hand grabbed my throat. How extraordinary! This strength! His hand tightened around my throat, and he said calmly, “I would kill you, but I know you’d love that more than anything. Especially from me. Right, Vic?”
His voice was harsh, dangerous, and…erotic. But it all ended too soon. He let go and stomped out of the room, and slammed the door.
“Be still thy beating heart,” I whispered to myself. I glanced back at my victim. God in Heaven, how I wish this man was Keith Blackstone.
