She peered into the snow, beyond the cemetery and over the cold frost bitten Colorado hills. Jess felt her spirit leaping onto the bitter cold and floating towards him out in the wilderness what felt so very far away, was only forty five minutes from home. She saw the truck climbing over hills, dark, desolate snow covered hills in the middle of nowhere. Jess saw the truck slowing down as it approached a frozen pond surrounded by trees. Feeling him stirring deep within his body trying to reach out to her and to reconnect even in this dark and devious time, the moment she saw the back of his head she realized a pair of feet were being drug out from the floorboard of the truck. Still with color, they were alive for now, instantly she saw darkness, a huge iron door and the light snuffed out. Darkeel was aware of her penetrating advances, and instantly shut her out of Kyle’s mind. Tonight it was his territory, and he wanted to share this moment with Kyle, just like the first time all those years ago when the darkness leapt into him as he swooned for bloodstained locks and pale frozen skin in the middle of the harshest winter he ever remembered as a child.
“It’s now or never, I can’t gauge when Kyle will return after the hunt, I can only plead desperately for his compassion, I have to find her, he must understand.”
Jess murmured to herself trying to hold her composure she knew if she focused on the tragedy and heartbreak the long, cold lonely nights searching and roaming all over the back alleys of Europe asking anybody who’d engage her in eye contact if they’d seen her. None of them had, and if they did meet her, they never would’ve forgotten her. She was eternally unforgettable, leaving Jess with so many restless nights wondering just what happened to her when she was returning home from a late night shift at the local dungeons.
Jess repositioned the night goggles one last time, knowing that the children were fast asleep in bed, and that only staff members’ still wandering downstairs two floors below would soon be off to bed for their next much needed day off. She realized that she’d need the hall lights to dim or she’d soon be as blind as a bat in broad daylight. She imagined the hallway and all of the lights along their wooden paths. Inhaling she felt the light being snuffed out, her golden handled door opening slowly, she leaned out to see if anybody was around, nobody was there. She knew this would be an additional challenge once she descended down to the second floor, where Derek and Adie slept soundly, or at least she slept soundly. Jess knew that psychic cloaking wasn’t the easiest part of her gifts to utilize, it was a gift in youth but one that became more and more difficult to use with age.
Already memorizing each and every creaky floorboard she slinked out of the hallway and towards Kyle’s bedroom knowing that he might sense her more abruptly if she entered into his dungeon down below, she started slowly. She loved to prowl the way she fucked, with sensuality, slow, brooding torment in the form of seduction, easing her body down into a state of primal force. Her eyes started to slit, appearing quite feline along with her fangs that grew pointed on nights like these, she removed her goggles;
“I guess these are useless now.” She placed them in her belt ensuring they wouldn’t fall out, one more look over the bannister before trying his door for the first time.
Nobody was there, the only remnant of life throughout Burnett manor was the twinkling lights that reflected from the dangling crystals on the chandelier. She walked over to his bedroom, seeing that his private study and personal office were cracked open, she knew by psychic searches in the past that this place was just a collection of his most treasured literary possessions, nothing more, nothing less. Still extraordinary to her and to anybody who loved the written word in its most prestigious form, but this wasn’t where she needed to be tonight. His room called to her as if there was something there waiting to point her in the right direction. She ached to find her love and to ravage her out back in the cemetery where Sara loved being taken most, reminding herself to live fully when death is always around us.
She slinked like catwoman coated in skin tight latex, her fluid movements towards his room were otherworldly. Jess possessed a preternatural rhythm inside her that would haunt any man or woman’s dreams. Slowly making her way towards his door, she’d never ventured to this side of the upper floor before, she couldn’t gauge where these floorboards would creak. Slowly but surely she inched forward step by agonizing step, her breath still, she felt his energy near, even though she was so far cut off from him right now.
“I wonder if he’s watching me right now? Filming the show.”
Jess looked around wondering if any bugs would be detected she had a special way of sensing them out even though it was said to be impossible by any modern human’s understanding. She reached for the door and felt it turn, instantly she was overwhelmed with his scent, she could see the dark green and rich browns surrounding her on all sides. She felt as if she was at King Henry VIII’s royal country estate, she read about the endless nights of passion that were spent in such a room, this one made her ache for Kyle in ways she never knew were possible. His room was inviting, his scent lingered in her delicate upturned nose the entire time she was there. Wandering around doing her best not to be captivated in a trance, she reached for the walls and started moving anything she could to find out where this private entrance to below was hiding.
While bending down near his nightstand she didn’t realize her goggles fell from her waist, falling to lush carpet without a sound she found absolutely nothing. Even his journal near his bedside was a menagerie of short hand notes; only the gatekeeper to his mind could make sense out of it. Jess put it back exactly as she found it, never realizing she’d been sitting on his bed, in his favorite spot the entire time. When she rose her luscious ass left a very sightly mark on his bedside one untainted by the darkness, and would lead her to her ultimate demise when later The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter had every reason to lock her up beneath the earth and throw away the key.
Jess started to meditate seeing if she could sense where Kyle was now, what had he done to that girl from the bar? She couldn’t sense anything only the pitch biting black of the cold dark ether, chilling her to the core. She felt as cold as a corpse in the snow after a blizzard, she could tell she was sensing the terror in this woman right now, she didn’t have time to save her though, she had to choose and her senses told her that she had to go down below, she had to figure out a way inside this house, into the very pits of hell itself; even if it was the death of her.
“She’s in my fucking room, its impulsive actions like this that make me wonder if she truly does want to die.”
Kyle said aloud now dragging Holly’s body out into the woods, still alive, heavily hog tied with rope, wearing bunny ears with her mascara streaking black drops into the freshly powdered snow. She was sobbing endlessly;
“Quiet you little bitch.”
Kyle backhanded her across the face, temporarily knocking her out cold, her teeth biting into and leaving her white cloth gag stained in red, the blood flowing from her lips. Darkeel chimed in viscerally speaking to Kyle in his mind;
“We’re almost there, not much further.” His eyes shimmered with a horrifying glow;
“I know.” Kyle said; “Tonight this little bitch is all mine. You get to watch.” An endless howling cackle echoed deep inside his skull.
Holly started to stir, Jess felt her heartbeat quicken suddenly. She’d tuned into his location but not by melding into him as per her usual method thus far. She saw him through the eyes of the victim. The blur of snow washed over her vision, making it nearly impossible to see his entire face with either eye all at once. Just shadows, the shape of his formidable jawline, his glowing eyes raging with such hunger, she felt her body deadweight being carried and slung back and forth towards the woods. She could see the tops of trees everywhere above her, the snow below, curled up in a severe hog tie position, Jess could only feel her face, slowly growing colder by the second. She knew this girl hadn’t had much time left, she could feel her puls
e weakening from the sheer cold alone. It was hell beautifully decorated in endless white, the wind was brutal cutting through the clothing of this shallow bartender’s body, Holly kept sobbing and Jess felt tears welling up in her own eyes realizing that this girl would soon die.
“I’m sorry I can’t get to you all, tonight I have to find her if she’s still alive.”
“Now, where were we? Ah, yes, Rabbit Season begins today and I’ve been waiting for far too long to hunt you down and bury you beneath the crawlspace in my house.”
Kyle slowly dropped her into the fresh powdery snow, she didn’t flinch at the cold, and she was already frozen solid. Holly instantly screamed through her gag and Kyle smiled wickedly;
“You should’ve had some decency, but instead you only ever provided me with respect when I was dressed in an expensive suit, driving my Porsche for business.” He continued;
“It’s cunts like you who boil my blood, Mmm tonight’s going to be a beautiful night.”
Kyle smiled hearing the ecstasy of his darkside rally on in continued celebration. He placed the bag in the snow just behind him and untied her, lifting her up and waiting for her to stand he shoved her forward in the direction he desired her to run;
“Now run, run for your fucking life, so far only a dozen have escaped perhaps you’ll be one of the lucky ones.”
He smiled and started watching as she got up and struggled to stand, doing her best to run without feeling her feet. Instantly collapsing forward, face first into the snow before immediately trying again. He laughed and continued to pull out his bow and arrow, she gave him plenty of time to tie his axe to his belt before aiming for her back and shooting; missing her by mere inches on her left shoulder on purpose, he loved to hear them scream. Holly saw it land and struggled to dig herself up, sobbing, screaming and crying she knew they were miles away from the city, in the middle of nowhere during the night of a snowstorm, she wouldn’t make it out alive, she knew she was going to die here tonight. She ran forward making it to the trees, Darkeel was pleased to see her wandering right into Kyle’s trap.
“She’s almost there, she’s made it farther than the last one did, and I can’t wait to feel her life bleed out.”
Kyle’s mind felt warm and serene, an ocean of peace expanded into a heightened sense of calculation. He saw the ears bouncing around between the trees, His mind teleported and he saw her from the front. Holly was tearing off the rest of the ropes that were still tightly wrapped around her waist, she tossed the bunny ears down hoping they’d distract him and she started to run towards the North hoping she’d lose him. Somehow she’d find help, she knew she had to keep going, his boots were near.
“Ah there you are, many have tried that way, but the gorge will stop you if I don’t get a chance too first.”
Kyle smiled walking into the woods after her hood over his head, his jawline and sinister smile the only thing visible. His boots made powerful tracks in the snow leading only the fools to hell as no creature would be out tonight, just the madmen who thrive in darkness. He wandered closer knowing she’d soon realize she was trapped, hearing her screams and shudders from a distance alerting him to her exact location. He watched her blonde hair moving frantically off in the distance, she was too low to shoot. He slowly stalked a rock nearby crawling up the backside of it and positioning himself on top, she was shivering, holding her arms, and leaning against a tree, looking over the gorge and sobbing, tears running down her neck she knew there was no way out.
He stood there watching, his bow drawn and arrow aimed for a paralyzing shot, he let go and watched it sail through the trees and into her right shoulder all the way down to the bone. She screamed and the blood flowed down her back, He took aim and fired another, this time landing it directly into her right thigh, she was hobbled she fell down and waited, she saw him over her right shoulder, and she started to cry even louder;
“If a single drop of those tears ever mattered, they’re useless now.”
Kyle’s boots approaching were heard along with the steady pace of his steps, the same ones that lead her out into the woods in the first place. Pounding and grittily stomping into the snow with such stealth calculating movements, she watched him as he untied his axe and continued to approach her;
“What the fuck did I ever do to you?! Why are you doing this to me?!”
Holly exclaimed with utter terror in her eyes, her voice raspy, forming the words as best as she could. The axe instantly hit her in the chest, severing her pulmonary artery she instantly bled out he leaned in close placing his boot on her tits and prying the tool from her body;
“Because I take pleasure in the annihilation of beautiful things, especially those pretending to be beautiful. You were a dead fish, public sex should never be boring.”
He pulled his hood off and watched her eyes bulge realizing exactly who he was. With the last breath in her body, choking on the river that flowed down her chest, pussy and thighs, he wiped her hair away from her face;
“Ah. Now that’s better.” He slammed her head down so that gravity would paint the masterpiece he wanted to see tonight in full moonlight.
“Mmm,” Kyle moaned as he felt the darkness inside him subside the blood flowed and pooled down her neck leaking into her hair, making this pale corpse fire red, the only color that ever brought him peace such as this.
“Are you satiated now? Or shall we return home to the dungeons? I have a feeling we’ll have fresh meat waiting if she’s as intelligent as I’ve suspected she is up to this point, I better prepare the room Its going to be a very long night.”
Jess knew he was finished, she felt the pangs of fear in her heart realizing this girl was dead;
“The only thing I can count on after this long of a hiatus is, that he’s had his fill for tonight, hopefully… or I am fucking screwed.”
In this storm it would take at least three hours before he’d be back, she did her best to leave his room exactly as it was and left the upper floor as swiftly as a feline in the night. She bounded down the bannister sliding off at the first floor and wandering down past the formal dining room and the bookcase that was never to be moved.
“There has to be a way to get in, I know this is the way he’s entombed this place brick by brick, but there just has to be a way inside.”
She reached into the books and pulled them forward, pressing her fingertips around wondering if she’d find a secret passage or door into this part of the house. Still nothing. There wasn’t a way downstairs at least not from out here. He sealed this place up like a tomb. Jess’s mind instantly flashed to a woman screaming bloody murder shackled inside a mausoleum, the full moonlight above casting the only illumination in this dark desolate place. Was she outside right now? Or was this yet another tortured victim who wandered ceaselessly across the grounds of the cemetery out back never finding peace, never knowing where she was or the final outcome of her own demise.
“The closet.” Jess said aloud quietly under her breath,
“Why didn’t I think of it sooner?”
She shook her head realizing the simplicity of this search for entrance down below was right inside her private chambers this entire time. She knew there had to be countless ways inside but none thus far had she accidentally stumbled upon. She knew she had to go back to where she started. Creeping slowly down the hallway, it was utter silence, the darkness was everywhere, so thick in this distant place, far removed from big cities and light pollution this manor slowly formed and turned into a haunted house weaving it’s shroud of mystery over her in every step a new layer of magic was revealed to her soul even if her mind was not yet ready to accept it. Not wanting to disturb the children on the second floor she climbed the bannister all the way to the upper floor, her fangs retracted and her eyes dilated back to their normal ink black state each sparkling one doing their best to see, she visualized the candles burning in the hallway and instantl
y the light started to illuminate the corridor beyond her office and towards her room. She noticed the children’s dayroom was ajar, she instantly scanned the room for a presence, but none came forward.
“Let’s hope it’s the usual moans and creaks of a settling house that opened the door, I haven’t much more time before he returns.”
Jess entered her room and shut the door without a sound, she practically ran to the closet door and opened it wide, and instantly shutting the door behind her she was ravenous in this state. She did her best to ensure her talon like nails didn’t’ shred the wallpaper to find the opening, she placed her fingers on top of the panel and started to feel down the side, so far nothing allowed her to penetrate this secret entrance. The tears formed in her eyes, tears of frustration, of fear, of sheer anger that she knew for some haunting reason she had to get inside, even at the risk of her own demise. She could see her face still, hear her cries, her voice calling out for her;
“Mistress, please, I know you can feel me, I’m still alive. I hope you find me; before it’s too late.”
Sara’s voice trembled in the biting air down below. It was all the psychic strength she needed, she recalled an ancient spell from the Egyptians that opened the passageways of any building so long as the sorceress using it was utilizing the incantation for noble purposes.
In this incredible case it was just what Jess needed to open the door; to retrieve an eternally invaluable piece of property that was stolen from her years before in the dead of night.
She felt her back sliding down towards the floor where the wood paneling was, her fingers reaching towards the wood she visualized the symbols needed to transform earth into air and to use that current to flow through this panel in the wall. As soon as she opened her eyes the door creaked open, she saw no light this time, but quickly visualized it and instantly the secret passage was illuminated softly with light trailing all the way down to the middle of nowhere. Jess stood up and wiped the tears from her face;
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