Collecting Rayne

by Havok, Rayne

  It seems Lazlo knows most the tricks for clean up, he doesn’t use them anymore, he told me, for the most part there is no need for him anymore. But while I’m still held to this world’s rules for now, I have to play by them.

  I still need to make a living and, honestly, I kinda like being able to see these things happen, sick as it sounds, it’s been inside me since I was a little girl and it can finally flourish now.

  After heading home, having thrown on one of my mom’s heavy coats left in the shop’s closet to make it there without getting noticed right away, I practically fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.

  I wake with crusted blood over most my body, including my insides, I learn after getting in the shower, which takes so long before the water runs clear that I am out of hot water by the end.

  I gladly take an appointment for noon today, excited to see what will come of it. Although Lazlo didn’t come home with me last night, I have a sense that he’s waiting at the shop for me this morning.

  I throw on a cuter-than-necessary outfit just for him, thigh high boots, with a nice heel, and a short skirt with something shear on top that I know you can see through. I want to make him squirm. And I suppose it wouldn’t hurt too much if it improved my tip from the client.

  Strange as it sounds, I smell him before I even open the door to the shop and the fact that it is stronger than the oils inside is saying a lot. He’s sitting, looking sexy as fuck on the counter across the room from the main door.

  “Mmmmm, hello there,” he practically purrs.

  “Lazlo,” I say, setting my bag down, walking over to get inside his big arms.

  “I could eat you right now, I’m absolutely insatiable.”

  I can’t help but feel his words inside me. “You’ll have to wait; I have a client coming in a less time than I’ll want you to eat me.” Giving him a flirty pout, I rub my hand over the front of his jeans, feeling the heat coming off them.

  “Fine, but you’re all mine after that,” pinching my nipple through my top before he hops off the counter to sit on the couch. “Give me a good show, will ya?”

  I don’t know what I could possibly do to make it a good show for him, or even what he means by that, but my pondering is interrupted when the too- loud bell above the door chimes Richard’s arrival.

  “Richard,” I say, walking to the door to greet him.

  His eyes drop to my bouncing tits, visible as if uncovered as the sunlight breaks in through the open door. He takes my extended hand but still hasn’t brought his eyes to mine.

  “I’m Sian,” I say, wrapping his hand inside mine and guiding him to the table.

  “Have a seat, tell me, what brings you in here today?” I sit across the small round table from him, propping my elbows on top and squeezing my D’s together, since, it seems, that’s all he has eyes for.

  “Umm,” he clears his throat, and then once more when still there are no words.

  “Richard.” I wait until enough time passes for him to realize he should be looking at me. He’s an older man, maybe a few years younger than my mom, but still old enough to be my dad. Slightly grey, tall, a little fat and frumpy. Not to sound full of myself, but it seems he hasn’t had a good look at someone like me in a long time.

  “You married, Richard?” I ask when he finally meets my stare.

  His affirmative head nod and his negative response make me giggle. “Does your wife know you’re here?”

  “She’s the one who said I should come.” He squirms in his seat almost embarrassed to say come.

  “Tell me about her.” I’m almost getting off on making him uncomfortable. I uncross my legs and spread them apart just enough that, should he look, he could see the little triangle of panty inside.

  It takes him no time to drop his eyes, stuttering his response about his wife. I don’t even listen as he stumbles through.

  “Richard.” Again, I’m left waiting for his eye contact, “is that your cock bulging your pants?”

  Lazlo chuckles but I don’t look over to him.

  “Wha… no,” his hand covers his fly as he makes more half words and excuses.

  “So, if I were to ask you to show me that that isn’t your dick, you’d be able to show me a flaccid, softy in there?”

  “Yea, I mean, what, why would you?”

  He honestly sounds like he wants to know why I’m asking, and right now, I really don’t know, I think it’s making me horny acting for these two men right now, teasing them both.

  “I think I’m going to have to ask you to show me.”

  When all I get is his jaw on the floor, I reach over, scooting my chair along with me and grab his dick through his pants, hard. Squeezing so tightly he yelps. “Richard, what do you intend to do with this?”

  “Um, nothing. I swear.” He pulls at my wrist to remove my hand, but I start rubbing it and in no time he’s hypnotized by the rhythm.

  “You want me to stop?”

  Shaking his head frantically he reaches his nervous hand toward me.

  “You want to touch me?”

  He gulps and nods his head.

  Pulling my top over my head with my free hand, I watch as his pupils swell and I have to hold back a laugh.

  Lightly grazing his hand across my chest, I moan for him. “Take your pants off, Richard.”

  Clumsy fingers fumble the button and the zipper; he nearly topples over getting his feet free. I take his dick in my hand before he sits down and massage it. I use a second to watch Lazlo release his own cock from of his pants, rock hard and excited.

  “Oh Richard, you have a great cock. Does your wife tell you that?” he shakes his head.

  I stand, pushing him down into his seat, “give me a second,” before he’s able to respond, I walk away into the bathroom but I’m back in a flash. Unfastening my skirt and letting it slide down my hips as I walk back toward him, leaving me in the tiniest thong. I wait until I’m in front of him to remove it, tossing it onto his lap and then resting my ass against the table and spreading my legs wide, I take his head and pull his face to my pussy. “Eat me Richard.”

  As Richard fumbles his way through, I watch Lazlo pump his own cock, staring me right in the eyes with his so black they twist my tummy.

  Rocking myself hard against Richards face, grabbing his hair too hard for his comfort, I nearly come from my own arousal rather than anything he’s actually doing with is mouth.

  “Good boy, Richard.” His tongue stays right where I need it to be for long enough to reach my finish.

  “I want to fuck you,” he manages, my come wet on his chin.

  “I know that, silly.” Sliding off the table and onto my knees, I grab his dick and pump it hard, he’s probably harder than he’s ever been, it looks painful. I lick the tip and he practically cries out. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” he says, looking down at me with eager eyes, begging me to keep going. I stick my tongue out again and he moves toward it, barely reaching me as I slice through the shaft at the base- that sweet spot under his balls that’s like butter. I suck his dick into my mouth and he comes before he even feels the pain, possibly only noticing what I’ve done when he watches me remove it from my mouth unattached to him.

  Balling up the come in my mouth, I spit it on the table. “That was crazy; you’re supposed to tell a girl when you’re ready to nut.”

  Stammering, looking from his cock and balls in my hand, down to his bloody crotch and back again, unable to conger actual words. I take advantage of this confusing time to get behind him and hoist him up and onto the table. He doesn’t even struggle, just folds over it.

  “You still want me to fuck you, Richard?” Covering his dick with my spit, rubbing it down the shaft, I line it up with his ass and shove hard. It goes in easier than I thought it would.

  Lazlo is quick on his feet. “Oh my god, you are my favorite monster,” his mouth comes down hard on mine and he fucks my tongue.

  The groaning from Richard is becoming more of a
whine and fainter as his blood pools onto the floor. Without my help, he slides down the table and onto his stomach, hitting the floor sloppily, his dick slipping out of his butt on impact, hitting the floor like a rubber dong.

  Lazlo replaces the empty spot on the table with me, bending me forward, entering me hard and fast. I’m lost in it until I feel a hot sensation on my back, then more. It’s hot only for a second the it fizzles out and I realize he’s dipping the candle wax on me.

  “You’re a good fucking slut, Sian, makes me want to fuck this little asshole. But I like it in your pussy so much too.”

  I feel the pressure at my ass and try to relax as he pushes the candle inside me and then fucks both holes hard. We both come, loudly. I’m almost too weak to stand, but I have to, because Richard still needs to die.

  “Richard,” I say.

  He moans.

  “You gotta go now,” twisting his arm and flopping him onto his back, I straddle his thick body. “You still wanna fuck, Richard? Let’s fuck.” I ride him with mock- exaggerated excitement and bounce on his lap as if I’m fucking him, “aw, now it’s no fun.” I whine. “Oh well, no last hooray for you, I guess,” I put my finger in the air, “unless,” I reach for his amputated cock, “you could fuck yourself in your new pussy.” I push hard and his dick slides into the cavity that’s been left behind. Pulling it in and out, “see I can fuck you soooo good.”

  I leave it in him and reach for the razor I took from the bathroom and hid inside my boot, I plunge it into his neck, digging deep to cut the veins. Before removing it, I cover the wound with my hand so we don’t have to spend too much time on the ceiling now. It works, and the spray is interrupted before it reaches that far.

  “Good thinking,” Lazlo says sarcastically.

  It makes me laugh. “We really need to start laying tarps down or some shit.

  “Oh, my sweet Sian, you won’t need to worry about that much longer if you aren’t careful.” I think I know what he’s implying—that I’ll be in the other place in a matter of time if I keep this up, but I can’t stop myself, and I don’t want to. I want to spend forever being Lazlo’s monster sidekick.

  “I want this.”

  “Oh yea, you want to just leave this world, and all the people in it, and move over to the other place. Forever? There’s no redemption—nothing, no changing your mind, once people don’t want you here, you don’t get to be here anymore. It’s forever, and I mean the real forever, like eternity.”

  I nod, half listening. “Why does your face look like it does in the ball? When you looked at me and smiled, I could swear your face split open and bled.” I’ve been dying to ask and since he’s speaking freely, I decide to ask.

  “Like this?” He smiles the sexy smile I’ve seen so often recently and then stretches it, turning his eyes black, with a snarling nose, and just like before, his cheeks rip apart and I see all his teeth cover in blood. My heart thunders inside my chest and then goes wild watching him take his top lip and rip his face up, revealing his skull, his blackened eye winks at me. And then, his flirty smile is back and he’s normal again. “I don’t know why it happens, honestly. It’s pretty cool though, huh?” He looks so excited to be sharing this with me. “We don’t really have human rules, their world is safe and full of fluffy things, and the other place is only nightmares and monsters.”

  “I think I used to dream of the other place when I was younger. It would make all my dreams bloody and scary, only it never really scared me. I actually masturbated for the first time after waking up, covered in sweat, remembering the brutal way some man had killed a woman. He was slicing her up and I couldn’t help but watch, loving it all. I wasn’t able to keep my hands off of myself after that.”

  Lazlo comes closer to me, covered in Richard’s dried blood, and moves a crusted piece of hair away from my forehead and presses his to mine. “You are gonna be stuck with me for a long fucking time. I’m not letting your sick ass go. So, you also ready for that?”

  “Yep. Let’s fuck some shit up so I can demonized.” We laugh and begin our tedious clean up, hopefully there won’t be many more of these, but it will be fun either way.

  Chapter

  6

  Walking alone through downtown has me feeling a little out of sorts. Typically, I would be getting men’s attention, they’d be looking at me hopeful for a little smile from me, but I’m getting none of it. I begin watching more closely and I can almost see a flinch before they turn away. Lazlo wasn’t wrong, I think people are beginning to ignore me, to look away from me.

  Standing directly in the path of a group of people, playing chicken, if you will, not a single one looks directly at me, it’s almost as if they part for no real reason and none of them wonder why.

  It’s actually kind of exhilarating. Being unseen could have many advantages and I like all the ideas I have in my mind.

  Lazlo meets me at the theatre and we watch a movie. Some horror flick that is full of boobs and blood.

  My favorite.

  “Most people aren’t seeing me anymore.” I say after the movie, on our walk back to my place.

  “Uhh, duh, you’re a freak now,” he laughs and grabs my hand, “couldn’t happen to a nicer girl.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “It feels weird, going from the focal point to being avoided, it’s like I have broccoli stuck in my teeth and no one wants to tell me.”

  “Yea, I’m sure that’s super accurate,” I can hear his sarcasm and I pretend to glare at him.

  “It’s strange, is all I mean.”

  “Tell me about it, imagine if I hadn’t told you about it, suppose you just ended up in the middle of the darkest room and no one could hear you, you just wander--possibly for years--until someone finally looks. That’s what I had happen. A random demon told me what was happening. And, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t wallowing at all, I took full fucking advantage of what was happening to me. I think that’s why the demons weren’t even noticing me. They’re all levels, some shy away from the worse ones there too.”

  “Wow, that would be fucking weird.” I stop short and look him in the eyes. “I don’t know what it says about me that I could see you—this horrible monster, and me, just a poor little human girl,” I feign an innocence I’ve never had.

  He leans in and puts his mouth to mine, “it says you’re a fucking demon, my demon. Now, let’s fuck some shit up. I have just the place.”

  I follow as best I can in the tall heels I’m in as he drags me by my hand into a darkened alley. Once there, we walk slower, keeping our steps silent until a building comes into view and then he halts us so he can explain that we are here to ruin these kids.

  “It’s a crack house, these fuckers are all sorts of messed up. It’s super fun to mess with people on drugs. I’ll show you.”

  I watch Lazlo do his thing, following a little further back to be more an observer. Tingles of excitement are nonstop flowing, it’s like every cell of my body is producing goosebumps of their own.

  He creeps into the building, ducking under a low hung two by four to keep people out, looks like the rest had been yanked down long ago.

  The large loft- style building is dark, save for the single flickering candle lit by the group of whispering teens, looks to be about seven of them, huddled together in the far corner.

  “Whatcha doing in here?” A voice booms in the silence, startling even me, and then echoes for so long it hurts my ears.

  The kids all turn to Lazlo as he quickly approaches them. Scurrying to get to their feet, but not being the most level headed for the task, they are left frozen, waiting for Lazlo to continue his inquiry.

  “I said,” he keeps his voice lower so he’s not left waiting for the echoes to cease. “What are you doing here? Having fun, hanging with your friends, doing drugs… fucking?”

  “No, sir, none of that, we’re just vibing,” one of the braver boys says.

  “Oh, cool, they’re just vibing, babe.” It seems only I’m able to hear th
e mocking tone. He looks over at me and I see the kids turn in my direction, but because the light from the candle doesn’t reach this far, they can’t see me. I stay hidden in the darkness.

  “I think you kids should go--before I have to make you.” Lazlo steps slowly toward them, growing a giant shadow on the wall, and then, just an arm’s length away, he yells, “ruuuuuun.” And I don’t know how they manage it, but they do, shaking the confusion away, fumbling on their feet, like hell is nipping at their heels, they quickly dart to the farthest corner of the building and escape through a secret looking cubby hole.

  Lazlo moves quickly, not running, almost like Michael Myers—no doubt he is going to catch up to them.

  I get through the cubby right after Lazlo, and find we are in a meadow. There are flowers, full, colorful, and brightly lit by multiple giant security motion lights, the kids setting each of the next ones off as they run further away.

  The meadow is familiar, and as I walk through it, trying to recall the reason for my déjà vu, I’m hit with it, only it is the bloody bodies, and not the flowers, that bring it back. My recurring dream from childhood—it’s happening right now. The meadow, fully lit up by countless watts of light and the soon to be seven teen bodies brutally taken down by Lazlo and possibly myself.

  It’s my first vision. I just didn’t know it was a vision until now, this was always my path, my calling, or fucking destiny. Whatever. But if there was any shred of apprehension about what I’m becoming, and the chance that I might regret it, it's gone now. This vision had shaped me in more ways than one and it has become me, or I have become it?

  So when I hear Lazlo catch up to one of them, the frightened scream of the girl being captured, I run toward it. Setting eyes on her, a huge fucking grin on my face, I see her reaction to me and it widens. I can feel it tearing my cheeks and she wails, struggling to escape Lazlo, who I know is seeing me too. My monster lunges at her and rips her face apart with my teeth.