Page 19 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

Quickly folding the letter and placing it inside my jeans pocket, I straightened back up. Evelyn was on the phone to her dad, tears streaming down her face. Tendrils of her brown hair moved across her face and got stuck in her sheer lip gloss with the next gust of wind.

She met my gaze. “Thanks, Dad.” After she’d hung up, she shoved her phone into her pocket and tucked her hair behind her ear. “He’s sending someone to pick us up.”

Unlike me, she wasn’t strangely intrigued. No, she was scared and uncomfortable.

“Okay.” The glass crunched loudly beneath my studded boots as I walked up to her and pulled her in for a hug. The letter burned a hole in my pocket.

“It’s Nate, isn’t it? He’s the only one who hates us enough to do something as cruel as this.” Wriggling out of my arms, she swiped at her wet cheeks. “We’re stuck, Skyler. We can’t go to the police with this… I mean, what are we going to say? Oh, yes, we accidentally ran over someone last year, discarded his body, and now he’s back to torment us? We’ll end up in jail… We can’t tell anyone.”

“I know,” I replied, my gaze drifting over her shoulder to the raccoon in the passenger seat. “We need to play his game for now. Figure out what he wants.”

Her sweet, flowery perfume drifted on the chilly breeze as she stepped up beside me, her shoulder brushing mine.

Leaves rustled, dancing across the cracked asphalt, and my heart kicked back to life when her cold fingers interlinked with mine. “We’re in this together, Skyler.”

CHAPTER

SEVEN

NATE

Fuck… How was it possible to hate someone so much but also want to breathe life back into their lungs? That’s how I felt about Skyler. She and her little minion friend left me for dead on that road, thinking they could get away with what they did. I’m about to teach them that no one gets away with taking everything from me. Overnight, my chance at college football was over, and that was her fault.

Skyler, the girl who liked to blend in, thinking no one saw her, wasn’t as innocent as she wanted everyone to believe. That knowledge both intrigued me and pissed me the fuck off. I also couldn’t help but notice how dead she was on the inside, just waiting for a monster to find her. I was that monster, hell-bent on revenge. She would die at my hands, but not before I’d had my fill of her.

Approaching her bed, careful not to make the floorboards creak, I watched her sleep. I’d snuck into her bedroom for weeks. At first, I wanted to learn the layout of her space and see if she was a light sleeper, but I returned because there was something about her. Something that intrigued me enough to stand by her bedside for hours.

She breathed softly, asleep on her side with her hand beneath her cheek. One of her creamy legs stuck out from beneath the quilt, and she wore a pair of white panties. They were nothing special, but it didn’t matter; my dick was hard.

My gaze slid down the length of her, from her thigh to her ankle and back. Dressed in a gray tee, which had ridden up to expose her round ass, Skyler looked good enough to eat.

Squeezing the outline of my dick, I tightened my grip on the gleaming knife in my other hand. The room was dark, except for the silvery moonlight kissing her exposed skin and painting it in silver and shadows. I yearned to decorate it with blood, cum, and bite marks.

She stirred when I lowered my zipper to free my aching dick. One day soon, I would choke her with it and the thought alone had me stifling a groan in my chest. I was hard seeing her on the bed, so fucking vulnerable and easy to hurt.

I stroked my length, bracing my knees on the edge to bring my dick inches from her pretty face.

A smirk lifted my lips when I looked at the empty glass on the bedside table. The same one I crushed a sleeping pill into after she returned from the bathroom with a glass of water. That was another habit of hers; every night, after brushing her teeth, she would fill up her glass and put it on the bedside table. Skyler made this too easy for me. My little killer was out like a light.

Hissing through my teeth, I stroked the hair away from her cheek with the blade to reveal her long, wispy lashes. “So fucking innocent…”

I groaned, moving my hand over my hard dick. I needed a fucking taste of her. I needed something.

Climbing onto the bed, I tossed the quilt to the side before rolling Skyler onto her back and settling between her thighs. I spread her wide and gazed up at her sleeping form, the rise and fall of her full tits beneath that tee.

Leaning down, I dragged my nose over her panties and breathed in her intoxicating pussy scent, then brushed my thumb over her damp slit slowly, creasing the white fabric as I applied more pressure. Then I removed my finger to suck on her sweet cunt through the cotton fabric. Fuck, I’d found my elixir.

She stirred in her sleep, softly moaning when I continued sucking on her delicious cunt, but she was too sedated to wake fully.

My fingers bruised her pale thighs as I slid the soft fabric aside with my teeth before diving my nose into her warmth and breathing in her arousal. She was getting wet.

I could stay here with my nose buried all fucking night. I loved the hunt, teasing and taunting my prey, like a cat with a mouse, before going in for the kill.

“Fuck, little killer,” I breathed, nipping at her pussy lips with my teeth, first her right and then her left. “So fucking sweet. It’s a shame I have to kill you.”

Dragging my tongue through her soaked slit, I hummed with approval. Skyler tasted as sweet as she smelled. “I’ve tasted a lot of pussy, but this is the best I’ve had.” It was a shame she couldn’t hear me, but her body responded nonetheless, writhing on the bed.

Letting go of her right thigh, I spread her open with my fingers and admired her clit in the darkness. “I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, Skyler. You won’t remember it tomorrow at school, but I’ll still be able to taste you when I walk past you in the hallway.”

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