by Dark Angel
"Do it," I say, my own evil-mindedness surprising me.
"Excellent." He's happy with me, I know. But I've just become an accomplice and I don't know how I will live with myself after this.
"Just don't let him suffer, okay?"
"The carotid artery it is then."
I watch in astonishment and private resignation as I see Jeremy start to pull the man out of the foyer. "It would be far too messy to kill him in here," he says it so casually. "You can go ahead and start without me if you'd like. I prepared Beef Bourguignon." He pauses to look at me in that dark, deceptive way. "Unless of course, you'd rather watch."
I turn on my heel and walk away from him without another word. What has he gotten me into? I slump into a dining room chair and sip on the wine he's set out. I'll need the whole bottle to calm these nerves. I drink, and I sit, and I wait.
Carrie
I awake in a pitch black room so shaded that I cannot tell if it's morning or afternoon. The heavy curtains are drawn tightly as if to keep every glimpse of the day and of reality out of my sight line. Jeremy is curled around me, not yet awake. It feels nice to be here in bed with him, his arms wrapped around my stomach in a tight hold. He always holds me like that at night, as if he thinks I will slip away unless he's got a firm grasp on me. I wish it could be like this always. I wish our lives were normal and there wasn't this dark undertone of murder and deceit. If that were true then I wouldn't think for a second about leaving Jeremy but as it is I am just not sure that I can be committed to a life of criminality.
Jeremy stirs and I feel him wake. I hop out of bed and pull the curtains open, revealing my nudity to his now attentive eyes. I lean against the windowpane and peer out into the day. It must be mid-morning. The distant sheep in the fields are having their brunch and my stomach rumbles and I realize I need food...and coffee.
"You look incredible," Jeremy says to me, gazing at my ass, watchful of my every move.
"Thank you, my love.” I bend down to give him a kiss before pulling him out of bed. "The day is bright and full of possibilities."
We shower together under the rain head that has become my favorite feature of Jeremy's master bath. He turns the steam on and it's the best way to wake up. I stroke his cock that is always hard in the morning and then I bend down to my knees so that I can kiss it and take it down my throat. He thrusts into me hard and holds my head in place and it only takes a couple minutes for him to come. I love to suck his cock in the morning and wake him up to my heated desire. I swallow his cum and it feels like the best start to a day a girl could hope for. It makes me happier than I can imagine ever being before.
He washes me sweetly and rubs my back. Eventually, when we're all clean I pull on his robe and walk out with wet hair. I go down to the kitchen to make an espresso at the coffee bar. The kitchen is outfitted with every gadget and technology one could ask for.
Jeremy appears, still in a towel and I have to watch while he is drying off. "I have to go take care of that business from last night, you know, our special friend."
The real world dawns on my private fantasy of existing purely in this house, this state of heaven with Jeremy, and I am again reminded of his sinful existence and my caged life.
"Okay," I say sadly as he kisses my forehead.
I head back to my room and pull on a simple pair of jeans and a soft sweatshirt I find in the closet. I sit in the chair by the window and stare out over the grounds.
I wonder what he's doing and where he's doing it? Suddenly my heart races as I realize I am alone for the first time ever since he captured me. I could technically walk out right now and never look back. I know there are cars with keys in them. I'll just take one and drive away. He won't come after me if he knows I left of my own volition.
I slip on some shoes and race down the stairs, through the outside gate, and into the garage. I pick the closest car I can find that has keys in it. I get in and feel the cool, supple leather against my skin. I'm in some gorgeous sports car. I know nothing about cars but I do know that this will get me out of here quickly. I never have to see Jeremy again or think about his vicious nature. I can leave and be free. I won't even have to see my parents. I'll just go somewhere and start a new life and pretend that none of this ever happened. I start the car and it purrs.
I don't drive away though. Not yet. Thoughts of my parents remind me of how Jeremy is the only person in my life who has ever loved me. He has done things for me when nobody else has veered bothered. My parents used me for their own gain, my classmates taunted me constantly, and I've never had a friend in the world until this one man, this handsome man, came into my life. He's killed for me. And when my classmates were getting slaughtered I didn't flinch, I didn't move, I didn't try to help them at all. I just felt...nothing. I didn't care whether they or I lived or died. So why am I feeling things so deeply now? Replaying in my mind how Jeremy has killed for me brings up feelings of satisfaction that are entirely foreign to me but which feel so good. I love him. I secretly love that he kills for me. It makes me feel gratified, protected, and safe. Maybe instead of running away from him, I am running away from the person I am becoming because of him. My truth has been dormant, sleeping, unable to wake because life was almost not worth living. Now he's ignited the passion in me and it's sick and wrong but I don't care. Something about killing bad people makes me feel strong and powerful. They deserve. it. Jeremy doesn't kill out of diabolical spite, he kills to make things even, to level the playing field, and to bring justice to depraved people who deserve to die.
I realize that I don't want to leave. This is my final destination. I get out of the car and walk the grounds for a few minutes to let my fate sink in. I decide to go inside and to make Jeremy a beautiful meal that will surprise him and hopefully I can convey my thanks to him, my beloved man.
Carrie
I've changed into some sexy, black lingerie and I'm wearing a black slip over it. My heels are on, my hair is in curls down my back and I have been preparing all day to make Jeremy dinner. He always does such a good job making me the most exquisite dishes and though it's taking me much longer, I'm trying to repay the favor and to do the same for him. I've been reading recipes all day and watching videos. I am not the greatest cook in the world, having never had to do it before. And especially compared to Jeremy, I am bad at this, but I'm trying my hand at it, if not to impress him then to at least show him I care.
I've got subtle jazz music playing and I'm swaying my hips to it as I put the final touches on my Sauce Espagnole. Man, this cooking thing is hard. I hear someone enter the room behind me and I swing around to meet Jeremy.
"You're here! Look what I've been—"
My words are cut off as I gasp and swallow hard. It's him. It's not Jeremy. It’s…Carter. And he's alone. I'm here alone with Carter. Fuck. I need Jeremy here, now.
"Hi Carrie," he evenly says to my shocked face. "My, my, what have we here? Cooking I see? And, oh lovely you're dressed."
He stares at me intently and I suddenly feel self-conscious in my flimsy outfit. I'm sure he can see through it, to my new lingerie.
He comes behind me and I'm standing perfectly still unable to move for the fear coursing through my body. I do not feel safe with Carter. Everything about him makes my caution signs ring off. He is alarming me and I try to stay cool.
"Oh, hi Carter," I say it nonchalantly. "Did Jeremy invite you for dinner? I can easily set another place. He'll be back any minute." The truth is I have no idea where Jeremy is or when he'll be back. He's been out all day.
Carter laughs something wicked, "I think we both know there's no Jeremy here. Don't you think I've timed this right? I'm very meticulous."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the way you've come between me and Jeremy. I'm not going to allow it Carrie. Jeremy has become wrapped up in you and it's all over. He's been distracted and I can't have that."
"What are you saying, Carter? I haven't done anything to you.
"
"Oh but you have," He's behind me, breathing down my neck in an eerie way. I can feel his cold, domineering stature behind me and I slowly look around for a weapon in case it comes to that.
"Did the detective find you?"
I spin around to glare in his face. "What? Did you call him? You told him where I was? Why would you do that?"
"I told you," he traces his long finger down the side of my face and places my hair behind my ear. "You've become a distraction."
"Listen, Carter, I don't know who you think you are but Jeremy loves me, and I love him. You will never come between us."
This seems to piss him off, the fact that we are in love, and he screams in my face, "You are not like us! You will never be like us no matter what you think you're playing at. Did you think you would come to the dark side and get back out alive?"
He's truly frightening now and I grab the large knife I've been using to cut vegetables. I point it at him and my hand is shaking. He smirks at me in a condescending way like I'm a child.
"You're way out of your league, Carrie. Besides, there will be plenty of time for knives later." And he grabs the knife I'm holding with his bare hand and it slices into him with blood dripping everywhere and he doesn't seem to care or notice.
With one quick movement, he's got me by the hair and he's dragging me out of the kitchen. I can tell he's headed for the basement and I don't know what's down there but I do know that if I go down there with him I will not come back up alive. I fight and claw at him but it's truly like child's play to him as he's so much stronger. He's got me by the arm now and no matter how much I kick and scream and scratch at him, there's no stopping it. He's going to kill me.
He's pulling me down the stairs but I've grabbed onto the door frame and just then to my great relief Jeremy strides in the door. He registers what is happening and immediately comes to my aid.
"What the fuck are you doing Carter?"
Carter holds me by the waist, and I’m pulling away for Jeremy. I want his arms to encircle me and to protect me from this monster.
"She's a distraction. You know that!"
"Let her go...now." Jeremy's voice has a tone of violence like I've never heard before. He's deadly serious.
"Family comes first Jeremy. That's what we've always said."
"You're exactly right.” Jeremy lunges forward and swipes me out of the way with one hand and with the other he attacks Carter. He knocks him unconscious. Carter's large frame falls down the basement stairs.
I am shocked in this moment that Jeremy chose me over Carter, his only family.
"Jeremy...you chose me."
"Of course I did." He's grasping me now, tightly. "I will never let anything come between us."
I cling to him, reliving what I just witnessed. "It was horrible, Jeremy. I thought I would die. I thought I would lose you forever."
"You will never lose me. I love you, and I'm about to show you how much."
Jeremy
I have Carter strapped to the table in the basement and I'm about to make him my most personal kill. I never thought I'd be in this position with my so-called brother but here we are. I'm about to slice him from limb to limb and Carrie is watching. It's the first time she's seen me in action and I hope it turns her on to see me do this to someone that I love so much. I am doing this for her. I love her and I would go to any lengths to protect her. It's too bad Carter had to cross the line, my one boundary, of trying to hurt the girl I love. I want him to die. I won't make him suffer too much because I'm not into the gory details, just the pleasure of seeing a soul leave a body. I hope Carrie sees what I see in the whole venture, but we will see soon.
"Carrie, come closer, so you can watch."
She looks hesitant but she approaches nonetheless. This night will change her life if she can handle it.
"I want you to know that I would never, ever hurt you like this, even if you leave me or betray me. But, I would hurt anyone else that comes close to offending you, do you understand? I am doing this to my once loved brother because my love for you is greater than anything at all."
She nods her head slowly and a look of vengeance comes into her eyes. "I understand."
"I want you to see how I do it, and maybe one day you will be brave enough to do it on your own."
She harbors no hesitation now — her eyes light up and I think that she may have finally gotten it.
I start to wake Carter up. I shake him and both Carrie and I look into his tormented face as he realizes his plan to hurt her has backfired. He's now ours, and our love is what brought him down. He's struggling against the restraints but he's got no leverage and absolutely no one to come help him.
"Do you know, Carter, that I trusted you. You were my only family, my brother, and you betrayed me. Do you see how deeply that would hurt me?"
"It's her," he screams. "She has come between us. You let a little whore wreck everything!"
I am fuming but controlled, always in control. "You betrayed me, Carter. I trusted you to know this precious gift, this new treasure that has entered my life and instead of being appreciative you betrayed me instead. Did you really think you could win? Against me?"
I'm laughing now and I glance at Carrie who has a wild expression on her face.
"She's not like us.” Carter is near hysterics as the gravity of what he's done starts to weigh heavily on him. "She will never be able to live up to you."
"That's where you're wrong," I snarl. "She is everything like us and I knew that from the start. We could have all been family, together, but instead, you betrayed me. And true families do not betray each other. You were never my brother. You were always jealous of me. Really, she and I are alike…and you’re a problem. And now you will pay."
He tries a different angle but nothing will work. I see him for his true colors now. "She will never replace me," he is desperate. "No one can replace me, certainly not that fucking slut."
I have a fire in my eyes now and in my heart. He continues to dig himself a deeper grave.
"That was really not a nice thing to say, was it Carrie? Aren't you upset by what he just said?"
She nods coolly.
"Then I think we shall begin."
I take out my knife and show it to Carrie. "It's called the Gem of the Orient. Isn't it beautiful."
She touches her finger along the blade and accidentally cuts herself. I take her finger to my lips and suck the blood away.
Carter's eyes are wide in terror because he now knows I am serious and that he made a giant mistake by deserting me.
I slowly cut along his arms, flaying him to expose the inner workings of his muscles. He shouts out in pain. I watch Carrie closely and she runs her tongue along her teeth and I can tell she is enjoying the process.
"I love watching you," she says. "I didn't think I would."
I gently carve at his legs, making sure not to pop any blood vessels. I am inflicting non-fatal wounds to draw the pain out. Carter screams in agony and Carrie's eyes light up with the same fire that is in mine.
Carter begs, "Please stop. I'll do whatever, I'll disappear, I promise."
"Your promises don't matter now Carter. It's too late. You deluded yourself into thinking that you could let me down and that it would okay. it isn't."
Carrie is watching, utterly fascinated. I pull the knife along his skin, watching as it opens up like a present.
"This can all end when you want it to Carter. Just say the words. You know the drill."
He is so consumed by fear and pain. And he's aware too that the longer this drags out the more Carrie and I are getting turned on. He knows the exact feeling because he's done it himself many times.
"Oh fuck, please just kill me. Do it." He is sobbing wildly and Carrie comes closer to his face.
She says, "I am not a whore, you son-of-a-bitch." She whispers it in his ear like she wants him to know that she's got the power. It turns me on so much to see her in action and I am proud of her.
"Kill me!"
With one slit of the knife across his neck he is fading. Carrie watches the life drain out of his body and I can tell she's enjoying it and she finally understands what I'm about. Now the two of us can finally become one as we're in this together. I'm so glad she gave me the time to show her. It's like she finally understands me.
She smiles up at me as the life in Carter's eyes disappears and she says, "I love you."
I come toward her and consume her with a kiss. She is mine forever, this I know for sure.
Carrie
Jeremy is standing in front of me, my eyes are searching him as I run my fingers down his arm. My fingers pry his from the hilt of the knife; the sound of it falling to the floor seems to be swallowed by the darkness of the basement. I can’t control my breathing; my adrenaline is causing my heart to race. I take Jeremy's hand and place it on my hip. He pulls me into him and our foreheads touch. Our ragged breathing is all we can hear right now, and my fingers caress his cheek before making my way to his lips.
He plants a kiss on the tips of my fingers and it sends a shiver through my body. This is a feeling I have never felt before, nothing matters right now. We don’t ruin this moment by speaking. His other hand comes up to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair as he fists it and yanks my head back. His mouth is instantly over mine, his tongue caressing my lips before I pull his lip into my mouth, sucking on it I can taste the sweet metallic on his lip. My hands slide up and down his back touching and caressing it.
As our tongues swirl and dance around each other Jeremy presses harder into me, making sure no space remains. I put my hand out behind me, using the table as my anchor and my foot comes up slightly. Kicking Carter’s lifeless body causes me to giggle to myself. Locked in our embrace, our kiss makes the room feel like it is spinning. I let his tongue dance around exploring every inch of my mouth. Nothing is off limits to him.
We finally come up for air and my entire body is tingling now. I feel completely alive. I peel myself away from Jeremy. My hands slide down the front of his shirt; sticky with Carter's blood. It only makes me want him even more. I fumble with his belt buckle, the sound of it releasing exciting me. I grasp his zipper and yank it down. I move my mouth over the opening of his boxers, breathing over the head of his huge cock that I want in my mouth so badly. I use my hands and slide his slacks down, bringing his boxers with them.