The Better To Taste You With part 3

The Better To Taste You With
          chapter 12

          She actually started off scolding me about the murders, commending me for the Mannings, Randy and Jules, but how the others didn’t have to die. Making some big commotion about how Tristian was her friend and she loved him like a little brother, and how Cain and Bryan didn’t have to die- how their deaths made no benefit at all. I tried to explain to her about how Cain never loved her the way I do, and how although those two dying provided no benefit, how the world really wasn’t gonna miss them either. I let her know that I did all of this for her and how she should be more grateful for what I went through.
          Insanity ruling, I completely lost it,  "Do you have any idea how much it costs to fly all over the world to kill people and still spend lots of time right in your home town, right in your back yard, right under your window, watching you.” As I finished the sentence I watched the flashing cursor calmly and waited for her response. I could feel her eyes fluttering out of confusion for the lack of an answer, it blinked back at me and then I knew that she was panicking. I could feel the charge of fear coming through the screen and it made my heart pound, I absolutely loved it. I waited for what seemed like a long length of time as she tried to compose herself and attempt to figure out what to say next. She was probably scrambling sending IM's out into the cyberspace scratching for help.
            As the messages fell on deaf ears and blind eyes she couldn't begin to prepare herself for what would come next. I began to tell her all about the different ways I punished her tormentors. I shared with her everything, sparing only the details about Tristian. I told her about the way I found Sam Manning, how I announced that I was there to avenge her, the way that bitch wife of his begged me not to rape her and how I laughed at her ignorance- she should have known that I would never betray my love for her with some cheap slut. I expressed that Jules' death was less than exciting but hauntingly poetic, just the way the raven would have wanted it. Although I ached to tell her all about Cain's little surprise in the dark, I barely eluded to it. I took great pleasure, however, in telling her the way Bryan's body shook to the music, it was classic. My favorite was telling her about Randy and how I ripped out his throat with my bare hands. I described that it was in a fit of pure rage and that it was sentimental of me shutting him up permanently, he would never slander her name again.  I did everything just the way she would have wanted.
          The further I went with the gory details the more I sensed her fear. It was like wonderful intellectual sex; every time I gave her another morsel of information it was a full thrust forward. From the way she paused and at times didn't respond at all, I could see her face flushed, I could feel her heart pounding with mine and if it was particularly deep I could hear her moan, gasp and almost scream out. Then I decided just before I sign off that there had been enough build up, time for one more push and then there would be silence.

RavenAvenger-I carried out all of this for you and now you can return.
OnceWasMe-BlaqueRaven died and you know that; besides you talk about me more like a Skarlitt Feenicks rather than a BlaqueRaven
RavenAvenger-That’s cute, the whole rising from the flames thing and keeping with the color scheme, but I think I start calling you Lil Red Riding Hood instead. Tell me, on a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

        As she worked that evening the distraction served as her benefit, but as soon as all the tables were empty, all the stress from everything that had happened online that day seemed to swallow her up. Although she wasn't usually the drinking type the idea didn't seem like it could make matters any worse at this point; so the decision to stay after work to have a drink became an easy one. While she drank and while I watched, some guy from the bar started working his crap and the rest is homicidal history.
        They start talking, she has a drink or two, and he asks if he can walk her home. As they climb the stairs to the small room where she has been staying since this whole mess got started, she turns to him to say goodnight as the porchlight gleams innocently down upon them. She politely comments on what a nice night it has been and if that would have just been the end of it, if only he would have stuck to the small talk. He breaks out into a huge smile exuding all the confidence in the world, and unfortunately crosses the line into "When can I see you again?"  She tried to avoid the question by complimenting him on what beautiful teeth he has; and that boys and girls is when you could have heard a tear drop as he says “ the better to taste you with".
        At that very moment the world started to spin, she could only hear him laughing in her head, and all she could think of was getting away; but he kept coming closer reaching for her. His eyes showing such innocence, but his hand, that hand that caused so much carnage reaching out for her. The more she backed away, the closer he seemed; he was going to kill her right here on this porch, on this day, this would be her day to die. This didn’t seem right, she didn’t wake up this morning feeling like it was her last day. Briefly she thought of poor Tristian, she wondered if he woke up that morning thinking that this was his day to die. As the tears flooded her eyes, the anger rising, she thrust both hands outward; her finger tips only briefly resting on his chest before she saw him falling backwards.
          The police made little regard of the fact that she was shaken or that she had been living in fear for the days leading up to this. They were no more chivalrous towards her than they were gentle with the lifeless man in the black bag. They were there only long enough to collect the body and some facts, and then they were gone. Soon it would be quiet again; unfortunately quiet doesn’t always mean calm.



The Better To Taste You With
        chapter 13

            That loser at the bar that night couldn’t have fought his way out of a paper bag, he never would have even been able to pick her up if I hadn’t been so pissed {insert American term for drunk here} running my mouth about how vulnerable she was and how he shouldn’t take advantage of her. I tried to educate him about how men think they have to run around like a dog in heat, how he shouldn’t be looking for some poor woman to prey on. I guess he connected the two, her being his prey and him being like a dog in heat and for that stupidity he had to take the fall. <Insert hearty laugh here> He should have just walked away like I told him to. It was hard to see her there while she talked to him, but I waited and watched, ready to jump on him and slit his throat should he touch her. I felt all the muscles in my body surge as he asked if he could walk her home. I followed them outside and walked close behind as they calmly strolled back to the room where she was staying. It was amazing how our eyes found the exact same look of surprise as he pulled that big bad wolf crap out of his big bag of bad ideas. As I watched her panic, that look of sheer terror, it was all I could do to keep from killing him just for scaring her.
          Honestly though he did nothing wrong, so when she started scrambling from him the confusion was washed all over his face. He stumbled towards her, and seemed to have become a disillusioned child as he searched her face for some clue of what was going on. He reached out for her, mainly to find some sort of solid form of the situation, as the disbelief seemed to overwhelm him. Unfortunately for him, she had no desire to comfort his little reality issue. His inability to get a grip soon turned to horror as both arms outstretched, she shoved him backwards. She watched from the top of the steps with a mixture of shock and confidence as he tumbled the stairs sometimes bouncing like a superball against the walls on either side. 
          Sure things got a little crazy there for a while; I had to use a little constructive manipulation. Without certain useful lies, she would have never found the fear I needed her to have. I got a letter from the Raven the other day, she says everything worked out just fine. She spoke of starting life over, about how much she really needed a vacation, and how after all this the single life shouldn’t be so bad. She went on and on about how she wouldn’t have been able to get through this without me. How I’ll always hold a special place in her heart, and how much of a bond we will always share. She signed it- love, Raven.
          She loves me; I knew she would. After all this it worked out perfect. I handled the people causing her pain, and anyone keeping her from me, I even got her out of that sticky marriage; now she’s all mine. I love having her, just the way Cain bragged about it; I have what he couldn’t get.  I sent her a letter back inviting her to come and stay with me, I was sure to comment on the fact that I didn’t think she’d be single for long. I closed the note by telling her I missed her and how great its been talking to her again. I enclosed a one-way ticket and signed the letter, love-T.J. Schylar. I told you I had a plan.