13. Trixie

Imanage to sneak out of the house before either of my parents are up and walking around. I know I'll probably get in more trouble for this, but I don't give a shit at this point. My dad is being ridiculous and letting this Damien King thing completely take over our lives. Everything was perfectly fine in our family until he escaped and now I feel like a complete outsider. That's not Damien's fault. This is all my dad's doing. I don't need the disappointed stares he's sure to give me. All I need is to make it through all of this shit I call life until Damien King is captured. Then, my dad will owe me a big apology when it comes to light that the guy I spent a few hours with at the festival was not Damien.

He was too gentle to be a psychopathic mass murderer. Well, that title might be serial killer now, especially since Tiffany, Jessica, and Mandy are missing.

And that call sign of his…Is that him trying to bring Bellatrix Rothchild out of hiding or was it his way of making sure everyone completely familiar with his case knows it was him? I still have so many questions and no one will answer them. I don't know anymore if it"s me they want to protect with these secrets or the town.

I slip into the town café and order a piping hot mocha latte topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Before slipping into a chair at the table me and my friends always sit at on Wednesdays and Saturdays, I take a small sip of my drink, humming at how delicious it is. While I wait for Lisa and Alexis to come, I doom scroll on Facebook and every post has something to do with Damien King. Some people swear they saw him at different places in town. One person says they saw him sleeping on top of one of the victim's graves.

That's just plain creepy.

There has been dozens of possible sightings, but I know all of them are fake. No one knows what Damien looks like.

It's so weird that all the years he was incarcerated he never had an updated mug shot or something to that effect done.

Time flies while reading all the posts. The next thing I know, Lisa and Alexis are sliding into a seat with their coffees in hand.

"Where have you been? We've been calling and texting you," Alexis asks with concern in her voice.

"Chillax. She was probably getting railed by that hottie she was all over."

I try to block out the whole situation with my stranger. I acted completely out of character and gave him my virginity, but that's not the disturbing part. He started freaking out and left. I don't even care that we didn't finish having sex no matter how good he felt. I just want to know he's okay and I don't. I don't know his name or phone number or where he's staying.

"My dad found me and made me go home," I say before sipping my coffee.

"What?" Lisa gasps. "But, you love the festival! That's so fucked up."

I know I'm not supposed to tell my friends what is happening with the Damien King debacle, but I need to talk about what I know and vent some of my frustration.

"He found out that I lied to him about a paper for history to get information about the Halloween murders."

The color drains from their faces as they stare at me silently.

"Some things just weren't adding up and I know it was stupid, but I was frustrated. My dad is hiding things from me. We've never had secrets before. I don't know what to do. Now I'm grounded for lying and other things." I take another sip before nervously chewing on my bottom lip.

"What other things?" Lisa questions, completely captivated by what I might say.

"The guy I was with at the festival…my dad thinks he's Damien just because he's mute."

"That's insane. There is no way your hottie is Damien King. No way in hell." Lisa rolls her eyes before drinking her coffee.

"Exactly and now I'm in trouble because I refused to do a composite sketch of him at the police station. I'm not going to let my dad throw him under the bus just because he's in panic mode."

Lisa rolls her eyes and huffs. "Well, that's plain stupid. What reason does he have to believe that your hottie is that psychopath?"

"All he has to go on is that he's mute and new to the area. Nothing else."

Alexis looks pale. "What does being mute have to do with anything? That seems quite prejudiced."

I know it seems suspicious, but I don't hold back. "Because Damien King hasn't spoken since he killed all those people."

They're silent for a minute as they exchange a few looks before Lisa opens her mouth. "Holy shirt balls. I don't know how but that makes him even scarier. Imagine being chased by a guy who won't even taunt you. Does anyone know why he stopped talking?"

"Maybe he has nothing left to say," Alexis mutters before sipping her drink.

"Do you know if they are any closer to catching him?"

I slowly shake my head. "That's what makes this even worse. He's in Chippewa Falls."

Then, Alexis's coffee flies from her lips as she spits it across the table in shock. She coughs as Lisa rubs her back, fear across her face.

That's exactly what Damien King is for this town. He is fear. There's something to be admired about that, how one person can cause such a basic emotion in everyone who hears it.

Everyone except me. I'd probably be scared if I was in his presence, but I feel like we could learn a lot from him. Something in his story is missing.

Doctors have tried to study him to try to figure out what makes the human mind break like he did, but their results were inconclusive.

"He's…here? How do you know that?" Alexis asks brokenly once she stops coughing.

"He left his calling card at Tiffany Clark's house. Her, Jess, and Mandy are all missing."

The way Lisa shivers speaks volumes. Even though we all hate those girls, it doesn't mean they deserve whatever Damien is going to do or has done to them. Do they deserve to be punished for the bullying they've subjected everyone to? Yes, but not by death.

"Well, shit."

With that, I know I'm not going to get any help with my own personal problems. My friends are fearful as they should be. Damien King doesn't fuck around. If he wants you dead, you might as well start digging your grave. He gets what he wants and from his calling card, what he wants is Bellatrix Rothchild.

* * *

Walking down Main Street,I stop dead in my tracks with Lisa and Alexis just as frozen as me. A few feet ahead of us is police tape and beyond that is the vendor table I bought drinks from last night. The guy that worked at the table is laid over it, his neck bent back over the edge, the haunted, dead look in his eyes is something I commit to memory.

Several red cuts across his white t-shirt are visible as is the severed penis poking out between his teeth. The sheet laid over his waist blocks any view of his bottom half, but based on the huge red spot in the sheet, I'd bet the penis in his mouth belongs to him.

"Oh, my god!" Alexis cries as she covers her mouth. That vendor is Calvin Daily, Alexis's cousin. No wonder she can't keep it together.

I'm more in awe of the death than anything else. Something about the way his body is displayed has my thighs slick with arousal. I'm very well aware that my cunt is broken for far more than being turned on by the gruesome crime scene of someone who was a friend.

Then, I look at the side of his van that held most of the beverages last night and see the writing in blood.

Trixie

Trixie

Trixie

It covers every inch of available space but what is most striking is the writing beside Calvin's body.

This is what happens to those who look at what belongs to me. You have been warned.

-Damien King

P.S. Happy Halloween

Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve.

My heart jumps into my throat as I read the note over and over again. I was just here last night…and so was Damien King. We were all here, the entire town, and no one knew The Boogeyman was walking among us. What did he see that made him leave this note? I have no clue, but whatever it was, Calvin made it to his kill list.

Was Bellatrix Rothchild here, too? Is that what the note is about?

Alexis grabs my hand and squeezes it as Lisa wraps her in her arms. The way she wails hurts my heart, but I can't focus on her pain when my own mind and body are experiencing such turmoil from the sight of Damien King's latest victim.

* * *

Lisa was taskedwith taking Alexis home, which left me on my own for the rest of the day. So as soon as class was done for the day, I hid in the bathroom, standing at the sink staring at myself.

What is wrong with me? How can I be so fucked up to get horny from the sight of one of my friends dead? I knew I was messed up but my body has been in knots all day over this.

It's been different before. I've always been aroused by death, but it"s never been someone I knew. I'd find pictures of dead bodies and get myself off to the sight. The more gruesome, the better. However, Calvin wasn't just some random guy who was butchered. He looked out for me. I knew he liked me as more than a friend, but I never returned those feelings and he accepted that.

The other students file out of the building until everything rings silent and even the automatic lights shut off. It's Devil's Night so I bet the faculty members locked everything up as quickly as they could. I'm not locked in the building but everyone else is locked out.

There's no place safer, but unlike the rest of this town, which is in a panic, I'm not scared of Damien King. As long as you stay out of his way and keep your head down, you survive. I've lived eighteen years by doing both of those things. Everyone else thinks he's a mindless killer, but what he did to Calvin was strategic. Calvin made him mad.

I rub my thighs together as my breath catches, the images of Calvin's body running through my head. I'm so horny it's insane.

The bathroom door flies open and I spin around in shock as a hooded figure steps inside the bathroom before pulling down their hood, revealing those captivating green eyes that have made me feel things I've never felt before.

It's my stranger.

"I told you to leave town." Then, it hits me. "Wait. How did you get into the school?" He arches a brow at me before walking over to me with such determination that my insides melt when he grabs the back of my head and kisses me like he's starving. His teeth crash against mine and he demands for me to give him all of myself with just his kisses. A loud moan escapes my lips and I fall victim to his seductive tongue. "You shouldn't be here," I rasp before he yanks my skirt up my legs and trails his kisses down my neck.

It seems my desires and his intentions line up perfectly. I'm still sore from last night and I know it"s going to hurt, but I need to get off so bad that I don't care how much it hurts.

I shove my panties down my waist along with my skirt, dropping both to make this easier. He lifts me into his arms, shocking me again with how strong he is, and sets me on the sink before working on his pants. Reaching between my spread thighs, I circle my clit as I wait for him, whimpering with each swipe of my finger.

His eyes darken as he drops his jeans down to his knees before pressing against my swollen pussy. I scream for mercy and salvation as he impales me on his cock. I meet him thrust for thrust as the sink shakes beneath us and zings of pleasure and pain course through my body.

"Oh, my god! Yes!" I moan as my legs shake and he rips my shirt down my chest, revealing my bare breasts to him. His head sinks down and he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Then, he bites down hard and another scream is ripped from my throat. He doesn't take it easy on my body this time. No, he fucks me hard and unforgivingly. It's a punishing type of fuck and my body loves it. "Please, please, please," I whimper as I'm dangled from the edge he's teasing me with. I've been barely holding it together all day and it's led to this. The image of Calvin displayed on that table flashes through my mind again and I explode around his pulsating cock, moaning like a pornstar as my hips buck in time with his thrusts.

Then, without warning, he comes with a vengeance, roaring into my ear his release. I cling to him as he thrusts along with the strings of his orgasm and clings to my body, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. His claim over me pounds down into the bone and something about it is truly satisfying.

A moment of panic hits me when I realize he didn't use a condom, but I push it to the back of my mind. I can freak out later, but for right now, I'm just glad we got this extra time together.

He trails kisses up my neck, my cheek, and to my temple as he strokes my hair in the most loving way I've ever been touched.

My heart aches knowing this must be the end. He came to say goodbye. That's it, right? I'm never going to see him again.

He pulls back and stares into my eyes like he's begging me to see something he wants to tell me. I'd give anything to hear his voice once, to hear him tell me what he's thinking, but he can't and we both know it.

"You have to go," I say brokenly as I feel the tears developing behind my eyelids. He has to go, but I don't want him to. I want him to stay forever.

He presses a brief kiss to my lips before pulling out of me and yanking his pants back in place. He smirks at me, pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, and hands it to me before he leaves out the door without looking back.

My gaze moves down to the paper and I drop it in shock as if it stung me because of the name written on the outside of it.

Trixie

What. The. Fuck.

It's his handwriting, the same handwriting from the walls and Calvin's table.

I fix my clothes as my hands shake and I hesitate to grab the folded paper from the floor. It can't be, right? I'm just losing my mind.

Standing up, I unfold the paper and read the words written in the familiar font.

I can't stay in Chippewa Falls and, by now, you should know why. I want you to come with me when I leave. I've waited so long to have you, my pretty little dead girl. I won't leave you behind in this shithole.

Yours,

Damien King

The note falls from my fingers and my back impacts with the wall as I collapse to the floor. My airway constricts as I stare at the paper.

This can't be real. It has to be some kind of sick joke, right? That was not Damien King. It couldn't be.

All we have to go by is that he has green eyes and dark brown hair.

Oh my god. I've been so stupid. I vouched for him and took this punishment from my parents to hide him and now Calvin is dead. I could've saved him by doing what my dad asked me to.

The really twisted part is if I had this information before, I still would've made the same choice. I still would be sitting here with Calvin's blood on my hands. It wasn't who he is that I've been protecting. It's who he has shown me he is with me.

I gave my virginity to the infamous Halloween killer and I'd do it again. Maybe I'm just as fucked up as he is.