by Nina Auril
I stare down into those lifeless eyes as Avalon giggles beside me. “Death by chocolate.”
A chuckle rips through my throat. My Avalon, she’s a funny girl.
I get up and look around his living room. “I’ll take care of this. Go through the house and see if you can find a phone and some cash. And maybe a coat to keep you warm.”
She winks and salutes me like a sailor before taking off into the house. I head to the garage and rifle through his boxes and shelves to find something flammable. I find what I’m looking for and head back inside. Just as I’m finished arranging the old newspapers around him and pouring a mixture of motor oil and lighter fluid over his body, Avalon comes down the stairs, her loot in a big bag draped across her chest.
“Phone, money, clean clothes.” She gives me a triumphant smile as she comes to a stop beside me. She looks down at the asshole’s body and gives a tiny shrug. “I’m hungry.”
I look down at her and smile.
“Let’s get you fed then.”
I light the piece of crumpled paper in my hand and throw it down with the rest before taking her hand and walking out the door.
Avalon
Flint stops in front of a diner. The parking area isn’t crowded, there is only one car and two bikes. Inside the diner is a little bit ragged, but the scent of coffee makes up for it.
We choose a table and wait for the waitress.
I look around the place, trying to see if anyone takes notice of us. There’s a family in the corner who mind their own business and two bikers talking loudly.
A waitress comes to us with a smile on her face. “Happy Halloween. Coffee? It’s on us.”
I nod, smelling the scent I love so much. They didn’t let us drink coffee in the asylum. As we’re about to give our orders, the bikers decide to change their seats and they sit just in front of us. One of them hits Flint’s chair as he pulls his out and the other winks at me, I quickly glance away with a grimace.
“We want bu-bu-...” Flint tries to give our orders, but I know he’s tense from the aggressiveness rolling off of the bikers. I touch his hand, caress it.
The waitress smiles at us. “Don’t mind them,” she whispers. I like this girl.
“We want two burgers and two sodas,” Flint says.
“Coming right up.” She beams at us and goes toward the kitchen.
“What’s the meaning of your tattoo?” Flint asks, pointing at my neck. It’s the only tattoo I have.
“I don’t really know. When I was a kid I had a dream. I don’t remember much of it, but I remember how happy I was when I woke up and the only thing I could comprehend from the dream was the number thirteen. I used to have premonitions when I was a kid, that’s why my dad used to get my help for his job. He was a fortuneteller. But then he started to give me some medicine and those premonitions just disappeared.”
“Thirteen is my favorite number. People call it unlucky, but I love it.”
I nod. “I noticed. Maybe I saw you in my dream, huh?”
He grins at me. He becomes even more handsome when he smiles like that.
I think of my dream as I touch my tattoo. I don’t remember anything about it, but maybe Flint and I are meant to be.
I smile. I like this idea.
When the waitress comes back with our food he rubs his hands together with an almost childish smile on his face and I moan at the smell of our deliciously unhealthy meal. We eat in silence. With Flint, silent is good. It doesn’t make me nervous or restless. With him, I feel at peace.
Yes, we are meant to be.
When I’m done eating, I look at him. “So, are you ready to get your revenge?”
His answer comes without hesitation, “More than ready.”
I grin at him. “I’ll go to the restroom and then we can hit the road.”
“Restroom? Will you kill someone again, babe?” he asks, smirking. The amusement and excitement behind his eyes make my soul soar.
I laugh. “I’m not planning on it, but we’ll see.”
After finishing my business, I stand in front of the mirror. I comb my hair with my fingers and pinch my cheeks to make them pink. I want to be pretty for Flint. I always want him to look at me like he did when we had sex. I clench my thighs with the memories of him inside me. It was amazing. He was just everything I wanted. My arousal turns to rage when I remember the things he told me about his past.
I’m excited to get his revenge. I’ll dance over their dead bodies.
“Look at the naughty school girl in here. You look lonely. Want someone to keep you company,” one of the bikers says. I meet their eyes in the mirror and make a fist as they look at me with disgusting hunger.
“Fuck off, assholes!” I snap and make an exit, grabbing my trench coat from where I hung it. The other biker who has piercings almost everywhere on his face stops me, laughing. I try to free my arm from his hold, but he’s strong. He twists my arm and covers my mouth so I can’t scream.
The other one is trying to touch me as his friend holds me. I try to kick, bite, but my attempts aren’t successful.
He smashes his sloppy mouth on my jaw, trails his disgusting kisses to my neck as his friend fondles my boobs.
“Get off of her!!!” I hear Flint’s growl before the guy holding me is ripped away from me. Flint’s growl is almost animalistic. I hear punching sounds, but I’m focused on kicking the other one. He’s caught off guard so he stumbles back from my attack. I scratch his face until I draw blood. I jerk my head to the right when I hear a strangled grunt followed with glass shattering. Flint smashes the guy’s head in the mirror over and over again.
The guy I kicked uses the advantage of my slip and he pulls me to the floor with him, I scream and try to kick him again, but he ditches my attempts. I try to reach out for a piece of mirror on the ground, Flint is calling out my name but he’s still busy hitting the guy. Grabbing the piece of mirror, I sit up quickly and push it into his eye socket with all the strength and force I have in me. His blood sprays on my legs and I shriek, but not from disgust, from excitement.
Giggling, I turn to watch Flint. He’s looking so hot as he punches the guy’s bloody face. His nose is already smashed, but he keeps hitting. The blood is dripping from Flint’s knuckles. His muscles tense, his veins pop with every punch he delivers. The sounds he makes pumps adrenaline through my body. His hand around the guy’s neck makes me think of him choking me as he thrusts into me. I feel my arousal wet my thighs as I watch him. My body tingles, my skin breaks into goose bumps, and I bite my lip from the desire swirling inside me. I want his strength, I want his rage. I want to hear his animalistic growl as he fucks me hard.
I moan. I want to jump on him and ride him like a rodeo right here, right now.
Who would have thought murder can be sexy?
Fuck…
This guy is all I need.
Flint
“We need new clothes.” I look around the restroom, the blood and broken glass scattered around the floor. “And maybe a place to get washed up.”
I watch as Avalon looks down at herself, blood smeared all over her legs and skirt. Out of the two of us, I’m the cleanest. I quickly wash my face and hands.
“Wait here, I’ll go ask the waitress if there are any motels around.”
I walk towards the door but then change my mind. In two strides I have Avalon in my arms and I’m kissing her hungrily.
I haven’t had the best life. I’ve seen things, done things, that would make most people want to kill themselves, but I would live all of it over and over again if the end result meant having Avalon by my side. I leave her standing breathless in the bathroom and go back inside the diner. I grab our things off the table and throw some cash down on our bill. When I get to the counter our waitress is serving coffee to two girls, one dressed as an angel and the other as the devil.
“E..e-excuse me, miss?” My stutter gets the attention of the two girls. Women respond to me differently than men do. I’m not stupid
. I know how I look. I know women, and sometimes men, find me attractive. The tattoos intrigue them. I look like a bad guy. Fuck, I am a bad guy. But where men pick on my stutter, women get a look in their eye like they want to take care of me. Right after they’ve fucked me.
“Why, hello Father,” says The Devil.
“Fancy meeting you here,” says The Angel.
I give them a noncommittal nod and then turn my attention back to the waitress. “Do you know if there are any motels close by?”
I wait for her to answer me but The Angel sidles up to me before she can do so. “You can come home with me, Father.”
Her hand is running up my arm and her tits are pressed into my side. I don’t like it. It makes my skin crawl. I don’t want anyone touching me but Avalon.
The waitress must notice my discomfort. “Leave the poor guy alone,” she says as she hands me a business card. It has the name of a motel on the front and directions on how to get there on the back. It’s only a couple of miles away from here.
“T...th-th-ank you.” I mumble and get out of there.
I take a deep breath once I get outside. I’m trying to get my thoughts in order as I turn the corner towards the back of the diner. We need to figure out what to do with the bodies in the bathroom and find Avalon some clean clothes to wear.
“You sure you don’t want to come home with us?” I hear from behind me. I close my eyes as both girls flank me, The Devil draping herself over me. I smell the alcohol on her breath and push her off me.
“N… n-no thank you.”
“Au, don’t be that way. We promise we’re fun.” The Angel pouts.
“I... I-I’m with s-s-someone.”
These two are clearly not getting the message. I take a step forward but The Devil grabs onto my arm. “Say,” she whispers seductively. “Do you stutter when you cum?”
I feel anger rising in me.
“Cause that would be so hot.” Her hand moves up my arm, down my chest again. I grab her hand when it comes dangerously close to my crotch.
“I...I-I’m not i...i-i-interested.” I grit out.
The Angel has her hands on me now. “We can think of ways to make you interested, Father,” she purrs in my ear.
“He said, he’s not interested.” I don’t know where Avalon came from, I didn’t even see her come up to us but The Devil is ripped off me by her hair. In a flash her neck is snapped and she’s crumpled on the floor. It takes her friend a second to realize what just happened in her drunken state but I see the dread rise in her eyes when she finally makes sense of it.
“WHAT THE F…!” I have her in my arms with a hand covering her mouth before she can finish screaming. I see the glint of something sharp as Avalon raises her hand. It’s a piece of broken glass.
“Wait!” I whisper-shout at her, her hand freezes in a stabbing motion above her head, a look of confusion on her face. “We need her clothes. We can’t get any blood on them.”
The Angel is still squirming in my arms, her heels kicking into my shin.
“Ouch!” I shout. The bitch bit me. Before I even realize what I’ve done, her neck is snapped and her lifeless body falls to the ground next to her friend. “That hurt.” I say to the body at my feet. I spot her purse lying on the ground beside her, things spilling out of it. I spot car keys and grab them. I press the button on them and look to the parking lot, a flash of headlights alerts me to the position of the car.
“Take her clothes, I’ll be right back.”
I jog to the car and unlock it. Releasing the handbrake I quietly push the car to where Avalon is undressing The Angel. I drag The Devil into the backseat and then head to the bathroom for the other bodies. We can’t leave the bodies here. We’ve left a trail of fire behind us that would lead anyone right to us. Besides, that waitress was nice to us, I don’t want to risk her getting hurt in the fire. I take off the jeans, shirt and leather jacket off the biker who seems closest to my size. Doesn’t hurt that he’s also the cleanest. Once his clothes are off I drag his body out and into the car, leaving him splayed over The Devil in the back. I help Avalon with The Angel.
“See if there’s anything we can use in the trunk. Anything flammable.” I say to Avalon as I go back for the other dead guy.
I dump his body in the front passenger seat. I look at what Avalon has found. A can of gas, and a half empty bottle of vodka. It’ll do.
“We have to get them out of here. Can you drive?” She nods at me. I slam the car doors closed and then throw the keys at her. “Follow me.” I say as I straddle the bike and it roars to life.
We make our way onto the road, her in the car behind me. I hesitate for a second at the T-junction meeting the road and then take off in the direction of the motel. It only takes a few minutes to spot the lighted sign but I keep going past it. It’s ten more minutes until I find a steep canyon on the side of the road. I pull over and swing my leg over the bike. Avalon comes to a stop next to me and jumps out of the car. I make quick work of arranging the biker’s body in the front driver’s seat and then look for something heavy. Spotting a large rock a few feet away, I haul it back and place it over the foot on the gas pedal. I take the gasoline and alcohol and pour it over the bodies. I throw the can and bottle inside. I pick up a stick and set it alight before throwing it in the car, I watch the flames cover the back seat for a second before releasing the handbrake and pushing the car over the edge.
With any luck, and if anyone happens to find the burnt wreckage on this deserted road, it will be classified as a tragic, drunken accident.
I sling my arm over Avalon’s shoulders when she comes to stand next to me. “Come on, let’s get back to the motel.”
Avalon
Flint gets the key from the receptionist while I wait for him outside, away from the lights so no one can see the blood on me. That guy’s blood has dried on my legs, I scratch it as I wait for Flint. Finally, he walks toward me with a sexy smile on his face. He gets more and more confident, I like the cockiness he has in his eyes and the smirk that shows a small dimple in his cheek. My lips are still tingling from the kiss he gave me back in the diner and I bite my lip, remembering the hungry look when we took out those bitches.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmurs, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he guides me into our room. Room 13. I snort.
Pointing out the number I ask, “Is this coincidence?”
He beams at me. “Nope, this time I asked.”
The room is simple with a twin bed, a dresser, and TV. The sheets on the bed look clean, but I’m not sure if we’ll stay for the night. I turn to ask him, but I get distracted as the orange light from the nightstand casts a spotlight on Flint.
“Have I ever mentioned how hot you look in that leather jacket?”
His eyes jerk toward me, raw lust shining in their depths. He stalks toward me in two big steps and stands close enough for our chests to touch. “You find me hot?”
I smirk, trail an invisible path on his chest with my finger. “Like fire.”
He grabs my hips, leaning into me till his lips brush mine. “Shower. Now.”
I clench my thighs from his stern voice, it turns me on beyond description. I walk backward, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as he watches me. His jaw ticks, his eyes roam over every inch of naked skin I reveal. My bra follows my shirt and the skirt joins the heap of clothes. He takes a step toward me when I finally stand naked in front of him and I take a step back. He tries to touch me, but I enter the shower and quirk my eyebrow at him.
With a smirk he takes off his t-shirt, revealing his tattoo covered chest. My breath hitches in my throat, my lips part in wonder at the art in front of me. Because of the clothes, I couldn’t make out his tattoos before, but now I can see them all clearly. All of the lines on his arms are barbed wires, surrounded with flames, some are blue and some are red with orange shadows. I follow those wires and swallow when I see those wires are holding a dragon on his sternum. The dragon looks angry, strong, and da
ngerous; I’m not even sure if those wires are holding it captive or just failing miserably. The dragon is protecting his heart which is bleeding, burning, shattered.
“Flint,” I whisper. My eyes are filled with tears.
He bows his head, looking at his feet for a second. When he lifts his eyes I don’t know which is brighter, the fire in his tattoos or the fire in his eyes. I hold my breath as he enters the small space of the shower next to me, our bodies are flush together. His big palms cradle my face and he kisses me desperately, hungrily, roughly. My lips are bruised by his teeth grazing them, my lungs need air after his long, almost punishing kiss; but I hold onto his neck, pressing him into me for more.
When we part, he looks into my eyes. His gaze is wild, crazy, intense, and holds a universe in them. “You’re my dragon. You’re the only thing that protects my heart and my sanity. You’re for me and I’m for you,” he pants and lifts me up.
I wrap my arms and legs around him like a koala and hiss when my back hits the cold tile wall. It almost hurts, but I forget everything when he enters me. His girth stretches me, his length touches places no one has ever touched, and his crown is rubbing the magical spot inside me with every thrust.
My head thuds on the wall, but I’m beyond caring; I’m panting, moaning, and digging my nails hard into his shoulder blades. His face pinches with his desperate need to chase his own pleasure. There’s nothing gentle about this moment. We’re wild animals, clawing, biting, and grunting as we ride our pleasure till we reach that cliff. The passion between us is crazy, it’s burning everything around us like the biggest bonfire and I just want to stay here, like this, as long as possible.
My eyes roll back, the water streaming over us turns cold but all I feel are hot sparks, like fireworks. He pushes me higher and higher, his thrusts get faster and shallower. I scream his name as I jump over the cliff, my legs clamp around his waist, pressing him deeper into me like I want to fuse our souls together. He places his head into the crook of my neck, licking, kissing, sucking the sensitive skin. I’m sure he’s already left hickeys. He chants my name over and over again as he shudders in my arms.