Chapter 14

ChapterFourteen

Ophelia

Parasite Eve - Bring Me The Horizon

My mind was screaming, my chest pumping, and everything inside of me rioted at the feel of him moving inside of me. He was rooted so deep that I could feel his essence as it crept throughout my entire body and lit it up from the inside out. I was hot, too hot and that was what I needed from him most. To give me a feel of the in-between and take away all of my senses. I wanted to toe the line and feel more connected to him than I have ever felt connected to anyone. I burned alive under the infliction, but my heart remained cold and fresh like the breath of a peppermint.

An ancient kiss that pulled my soul back and forth.

This man took me to new heights, ones that far exceeded beyond the astral plane and I was struggling not to melt under the infliction of the raw sensations coursing through me. That was when he touched me in the way he first ever touched me. The coldness of his hand seeped through the inferno on my skin and chilled me to my soul.

I felt cold, and that felt like a cocoon of content. Like when you laid idle in a warm bath for too long that when it turned to that crisp sensation circling you, you couldn’t help but lay back for a few moments longer.

I craved that.

The lightness that came with it.

“I need you, Soul Raiser,” he whispered into my ear and my heart ceased beating altogether. “You make me a bad man and that, love, is saying something. All I ever knew before you was evil.”

“They brand evil as something sinister, you have shown me that evil is the tool we need to fight the demons from the worst parts of Hell. You are what this world needs, and if I had to summon you all over again, I would,” I whispered back before biting the lobe of his ear with a wanton moan.

What a warped conception of murder.

He groaned. Head rested on the curve of my ample breasts as he kneaded into me and I smiled while I ran my fingers through his dark hair. Once we finished, just as the cell block was in an uproar, he carried me through the walls once more and out into the cool night’s air. He was still dressed as he was when I summoned him.

Shirtless chest, glorious tattoos, and bare toes.

He was stunning. A darker contrast to the already dark night.

Only now, he was bathed in blood.

Moreblood, than the first second I ever laid eyes on him.

“I feel a little crazy,” I admitted, suddenly shy of everything I’d done and witnessed.

Everything we had done.

How quickly my researcher’s heart became corrupt.

“Shy doesn’t look good on you, sweetheart,” he mused with a smirk. “Wickedry sure as fuck does.” As he swiped the back of his leather jacket across his mouth, I became transfixed.

I cleared my throat and walked a few steps ahead of him, needing to find the air to breathe again after being so consumed by him in every single aspect of my soul. I had never intended for this man to burrow so deep, and truthfully, I was still unsure how he had. “So, what’s next on this trick-or-treat murder tour?” I asked as I tilted my head back and stared up at the moon. A gust of wind blew by and heightened the scent of copper in the air.

I spun on him when silence fell. He stared back at me, eyes cold and head hung with a tilt of his ominous lock of hair, and then just when I thought I’d never breathe again, he smiled at me. “You ever tasted ass?” he questioned and I narrowed my eyes on him in confusion. “Beefy, hairy, or not? Ever sank your teeth into some sweetly bitter flesh?”

“That. Is. Vile. No, of course, I haven’t,” I enunciated in disgust.

His smile grew wider. “Good. I bet it doesn’t taste all that great.”

“Was there a point to that horrifying question?”

“Always,” he deadpanned.

“Which is?”

“Facts.”

“Being?”

“Arse is nasty if it’s dead.”

Fucking hell, my head is spun on the wheels of weaving wool.

I’m a spider web of what in the ever-loving fuck was he saying right now. My mind went to dark places of his darkest sin and I wondered if he’d try and get me to eat somebody tonight. Because that was enough to make me run back toward the senses that seemed to leave me long, long ago. Right along with my damned marbles.

“I promised you tonight I’d show you the worst of the worst. So the next stop is the cannibal cafe.”

“Cannibal what now?”

He chuckled darkly and I suddenly feared what I could be walking into next. “When I was scrolling the Net, you know, finding new victims and all that, I came across a cannibal. One in Hallows Point. He got released from county not too long ago.”

“Fuck off,” I scoffed. “No way is there a cannibal in Hallows Point, let alone Blackwood, those aren’t a common thing you know. Like an atheist and a hippie.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

Like fuck.

When he never shared in my humor, my face fell. “Are you serious?”

“Yep. As serious as the dead.” He winked and I gulped.

Ew.

That was the most disgusting thing I’d ever heard.

Did I want to walk into the flesh den of a maniac?

No.

Did I want Blake to cleanse him from this world?

Yes.

Dilemma. Dilemma.

“Okay, I’m down.” I shrugged with a pout after much-needed and careful consideration. He laughed at me and I glared at him. This took precious moments of my time to make this decision.

After all, what else would I be doing tonight?

Writing about the dead instead of fucking them.

Fuck.

No.

Double ew!

I couldn’t think like that either.

There was no good way to describe how fucked up tonight had been.

“Okay, naughty girl. Let’s go stalk a stalker,” he grumbled as he reached for me.

“What do you mean?” I asked with hesitancy.

“He’s on the prowl, so we need to go save a life before we take one, pretty girl.”

“How do you know that?” At every turn, he had some warped, new superpower.

“I’m dead, sugar. I know everything.”

So he kept telling me.