by Aaron Gales
The Watchers
Copyright 2015 Aaron Gales
Published by Aaron Gales at Smashwords
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Chapter One
It was a bright and beautiful spring day.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the weather was unseasonably warm for the time of year. Birds could be heard tweeting in the tops of the trees and the surrounding woods bristled with the sound of wildlife.
The silence in the clearing was broken by the sound of a Land Rover. It was an old car and the engine growled at the demands that had been asked of it. It would once have relished the journey it had taken but it was over a decade old now and enjoyed a nice flat road. The engine sighed with relief as the young man in the driving seat removed the key.
He opened the door and climbed out smoothly. He patted the bonnet of the car affectionately and walked round to the passenger side. He was wearing a white vest that clung to his lean tight torso, green shorts that cut just below the knee and flip flops.
He opened the passenger door and pulled a smiling girl out of the front seat embracing her in his arms. She squealed in mock protest as he showered her with kisses. Eventually she succumbed to his attention, kissing him lightly on the lips. Their tender embrace quickly turned more passionate.
Enjoying the warm air on their skin and the feeling that in their isolation they were the only people left on the planet, they fell to the floor and their hands explored each other’s bodies greedily.
The girl was wearing a pale green summer dress that clung to her body. She had long tanned legs, a narrow waist, curvaceous hips and a cleavage that could entice any man.
As she writhed on the floor, helpless to his passionate touch her dress rode up, exposing what was now a moist vagina. The man’s hand slid up her inner thigh and her head rocked forwards, a loud groan emitting from her mouth.
The man watched this passionate display through the long lens of his binoculars and felt himself become aroused. He breathed deeply until the moment passed. He couldn’t afford to have those feelings. Last time he had allowed his emotions to get the better of him he had become careless and almost given himself away as the murderer that he was. The police had his DNA now.
Fortunately for him he had a clean record, so although they had his DNA, they currently had nothing to compare it to. However this meant that he would have to be extremely careful. He couldn’t get in a bar fight, get caught speeding or have a cross word with the local shopkeeper without the risk of his DNA being taken.
In a way though this could be a good thing. It would force him to focus and clear his mind. No more mistakes.
He moved his binoculars back down. They were still busy.
His eyes roamed back over the grounds. Although they were in an open clearing it was an extremely secluded spot in the middle of the woods. He spent his days roaming these trees. He knew them like the back of his hand.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the weather app for the next day. It was due to stay hot this afternoon with thunderstorms and heavy rain rolling in this evening. That was ideal. It meant that it was highly unlikely that anybody else would be coming out. There was nothing like the threat of a huge thunderstorm to keep people indoors.
He had to admit he was hugely surprised to see two potential victims here today. Perhaps that was young love. Full of passion they just wanted to be alone together. He would make sure to take advantage.
Chapter Two
He started to gather his things. His tent and camping gear were always by the door ready to go for just such an occasion. He put on his bag, felt the weight of his hunting knives in the back and set off walking. Less than half an hour later he was on the edge of the clearing. Since he had left, they had erected a small tent, just big enough for two and got a fire started. They were both going back and forth to the car removing equipment. He was impressed. They were clearly experienced campers which meant they could be formidable opponents if he became complacent. He would have to be on top of his game.
He fixed his most disarming smile on his face. It felt unnatural to him, but he had learned very well the role he needed to play to gain people’s trust. He took his bag off about fifty yards from where they were camped. They hadn’t noticed him yet. He unrolled his tent and started putting it up. He did his best to look bewildered and like he didn’t know what he was doing. He wanted to attract their attention and for them to open the conversation.
He eventually heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see the young man smiling at him.
“How’s it going man?” the young man asked. “Do you need a hand getting this thing up?”
“Yeah that would be great. I’m not much of a camper. I’ve got all the gear but no idea.”
The young man laughed at his quip and picked up the tent instructions. They had it up within minutes and chatted amiably as men do when they first meet each other. When everything was done the young man shook his hand.
“Come and join us for a drink later buddy. We’re going to go for a walk and then we’re going to have some food so come across about 10.”
The man knew what they would be wandering off to do. Judging by their sexual performance earlier they would be gagging for each other again shortly but had probably been put off by his presence in the near vicinity. They were young, though, and would probably enjoy the excitement of sneaking off and doing it in another location.
He nodded, accepting the man’s offer and feeling satisfied that everything was going according to plan. He settled down in front of his own tent and lit his stove to boil some water for dinner. He always made sure he ate well. Nutrition was absolutely vital. He set some pasta boiling and slowly heated up some tomato ragu that he had made the day before. He loved simple Italian food and the carbohydrates came in very useful.
He watched with the quiet eyes of a tiger stalking his prey as they wandered off into the woods, the man’s hand already gravitating towards his girlfriend’s body. As they stepped out of the clearing he began to prepare himself for what he knew was going to be a long and successful evening.
Chapter Three
They returned just as dusk was setting in, looking as though they had spent most of the previous two hours rolling on the ground instead of walking on it. They got a small disposable barbecue out of their tent, whacked a couple of steaks on to cook and pulled some fresh salads out of a cool box. They both took long glugs from ice cold bottles of beer.
He looked at his watch. 8.45pm. He wouldn’t go across until after the time of 10 that the man had stated. He didn’t want to appear too keen. The seconds and minutes ticked past agonisingly. He tried reading, listening to music, but the anticipation was too much.
He looked around and took a second to appreciate the nature surrounding him. Ever since he was a kid he had never felt more comfortable than when he was out in the great outdoors. He had worked as an investment banker for five years, and while he had hated every minute of it, he had saved his money wisely. He knew that he was working towards the secluded cabin in the woods where he could happily spend his days. He lived a frugal life now and had made more money than he would ever be able to spend.
When he joined them for a drink he hadn’t been expecting to enjoy their company but was surprised that he did. Life co
uld get lonely sometimes and it was nice to talk to someone, even if they would both be dead by the evening’s end. The man was getting steadily drunker. He would be easy to take care of. His head kept nodding, but his girlfriend kept the flow of drink coming. It was then that his watchful eyes noticed something extremely odd. As she poured her boyfriend yet another glass of red wine, he noticed her slip two small pills into his drink. She was drugging him. Why?
She looked up and noticed his eyes burning into her. Rather than looking guilty at being caught drugging her boyfriend, she simply raised one eyebrow and smiled seductively at him.
Was she trying to seduce him? He hadn’t anticipated this at all.
She practically poured the glass of wine down her boyfriend’s throat and with one big breath he fell into an alcohol and drug induced sleep. There would be no waking him for some time. What an unexpected turn of events. It would certainly make it easier to slit his throat anyway.
But what to do about the girl, kill her now or have some fun first? There was no harm in having some fun. She was clearly keen.
“Why did you do that?” he asked her.
She looked at him coyly, clearly considering her answer.
“Well,” she said. “James and I have been together a long time, and although I love him to pieces and could never imagine being with anyone else, sometimes I need to feel the touch of a real man.”
“You didn’t seem to mind his touch earlier,” remarked the man.
“You were watching?”
He mentally kicked himself. He had spoken without thinking and had now given himself away. She would surely recoil away from him, thinking him a pervert. Which not only blew any chance he had of getting some sexual satisfaction but would also make killing her much more difficult. She was far more likely to put up a struggle now that she was wary of him.
“Yes,” he reluctantly admitted. “I was watching.”
Surprisingly she smiled.
“I like being watched,” she purred.
Her hands moved down her body and she moved them seductively up her smooth, toned thigh. This girl was a real piece of work. Her eyes took him in, starting at his strong handsome face, working their way down his hard chest and arms that bulged in his shirt, before lighting up when they flitted over the growing hardness in his trousers.
He felt momentarily embarrassed, but then she got up and he couldn’t think about anything else but the woman standing in front of him.
Suddenly and without warning she slipped out of her dress. She looked stunning in the fresh country air, her nipples erect. Her hand moved between her legs.
He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He stood up, his erection now prominent. She moved over to him and showed surprising strength as she ripped his shirt open, buttons flying off. He shivered as her hands touched his stomach and she gently kissed his chest. They quickly found his hard cock and she rubbed it slowly as he groaned. He fumbled with his buttons and released his erection. She gasped as she took in his full length. She dropped to her knees, and after some gentle teasing, swallowed him whole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He had had plenty of blowjobs in his life but most women struggled with the sheer size of him. She certainly wasn’t having any problems. She knew what she doing. He brushed her hair away from her face and enjoyed the view.
It felt like an out of body experience. This wasn’t normally how things went for him. They were normally dead when he had his fun with them.
After she had been on her knees for five minutes he felt the beginnings of his orgasm rumbling deep inside him. She seemed to sense this in him and sucked greedily, her eyes looking up at him. His hands grabbed her hair as stars began to swarm in front of his eyes. He closed them as he felt a surge from within him and he felt her gag as spurts of hot come shot into her mouth. She swallowed it down greedily.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
“Thank you,” she said, before sighing like a satisfied cat. He looked around him taking in his surroundings. He was certainly going to feel guilty about killing her now, it would seem like such a waste.
But it was then he realised that something wasn’t right. Something had changed while he had been enjoying himself. But what was it? He couldn’t put his finger on it but it didn’t feel right.
He exhaled as he noticed what was wrong and the realisation that it was it was probably already too late to do anything about it.
The boyfriend was gone.
He had been played. He looked down at the girl and her smile had changed. While before it had been seductive it was now evil and cunning. He felt a presence behind him and tried to react but it was too late.
He felt the cold steel of the blade on his neck and then watched in horror as the blood spurted out of him. Some of it hit the girl who was still standing in front of him. She didn’t even flinch. He dropped to his knees and felt the life draining out of him.
Her boyfriend came back into his vision. He hadn’t been drunk or drugged. They had tricked him. But why?
Had they sensed that he wanted to kill them and hatched a plan to get him first?
No that didn’t seem right. The whole thing seemed too well planned. He had been targeted. Had his crimes caught up with him? Had these two walked into the lion’s den to seek revenge for his victims?
As the blood pumped more slowly, he managed to mouth the word “why?”
The girl leaned into him and whispered.
“Because you’re a sick fuck.”
She paused.
“And because we can.”
Chapter Four
After they had watched the man draw his last breath, they were so turned on by what they had done that they couldn’t control themselves.
Still covered in blood she jumped on to her boyfriend. His strong arms supported her weight easily and he carried her over to their car, dumping her roughly on the bonnet. He spread her legs apart and aggressively thrust himself into her. Her cry of ecstasy and pain rang out around the clearing and echoed for miles around. But there was nobody to hear them. Nobody who would be attracted by the noise. The man pumped into her. It was like he was retaking possession of his property after being forced to listen to her give a blowjob to another man. He cried out and filled her for the third time that day. She gasped as she felt the hot spirt of his seed shoot up inside her. The sheer volume always surprised her. How he was capable of producing that much for the third time that day astonished her.
Once they were finished getting the kill out of their system, they set about their clean-up operation. The man went to the back of his truck and pulled out a large chainsaw. They lay the body on its back with its limbs spread and he began to cut away at the body with some precision. First the legs, then the arms and finally the head removed with clinical ease as blood sprayed them both.
The girl was laughing. She was a maniac. She was revelling in the sex and the bloodshed.
Once the body had been dismembered they started to build a fire with big blocks of wood that the man pulled out of the back of his truck. A bottle of what looked like vodka was poured onto the dry wood and it was then set alight.
Both the man and woman stripped off their blood soaked clothes until they were completely naked and threw their clothes into the fire which was now roaring ten feet into the air. They picked up the body parts and threw them callously into the blaze.
The smell of burning human flesh made them both feel slightly nauseous, but they were transfixed as they watched the fire burn.
They shuffled off back to their tent and sat in the entrance, talking quietly.
Chapter Five
What they didn’t know was that for the second time that day their actions were being watched. The man who was watching had seen the whole evening play out and had found it extremely amusing. The man they had killed had been his brother. Together for the past five years they had stalked the mountains, picking their victims carefully and leaving no trace behind. But in recent months his brothe
r had become something of a liability. The last time he had killed someone they hadn’t had time to dispose of the body properly and his brother had had unprotected sex with the victim. When they had been disturbed by some local hikers they had been forced to make a quick exit leaving the body behind which the hikers then stumbled across.
When his brother had come to him earlier that day and told him about the young couple he had gone to check them out for himself. Something about them had seemed off to him and he remained cautious. They were both young, fit and athletic and wouldn’t be easy victims. He had chosen to decline but his brother had decided to go anyway. He had warned him to be careful.
He watched the events unfolding with interest. He had been stunned when the boyfriend had passed out from too much alcohol and the girl had dropped to her knees and started sucking his brother’s cock. He felt a surge of jealously. It should be him down there.
But then the girl’s motives had become clear. He had watched as the previously unconscious boyfriend had stirred slowly. At first he had thought he was just waking from his drunken slumber but his quick stealthy movements suggested otherwise. He had clearly never been drunk at all.
The adrenaline pumped through his veins as he watched the man pull a giant knife from his trousers and move behind his brother. He stood there, like a coiled viper waiting to strike as the girl finished off his brother.
At least she was giving him some last moments of pleasure. He wanted to cry out, to warn his brother but he knew it was already too late.
He understood when his brother realised what was going on. He felt a small amount of anger but mostly just felt pity for how he had been duped.
His cold lack of emotion shone through now more than ever. His brother was dead, gone. There was nothing he could do about that now.