Page 2 of Stalking Christmas

Chapter 2

Santa

Hyena stumbles towards his car, his greasy shirt haphazardly hanging on for dear life, as he attempts to withdraw his keys from his stained pants pockets, and leans his substantial weight against a dark green Chevy Impala. “Fucking bitch, fucking whore, who does she think she is?” He mumbles repeatedly to himself while I watch from the shadows, the cold night air doing nothing to sober the jerk up.

Once we got kicked out of the strip club, and there was no chance of reentering, thanks to the gorilla they posted at the door, I gave up trying and walked over to my midnight blueMustang Shelby GT500, and ripped open the trunk, looking for the blade I know I had stashed in there. Irritation, outrage, and resentment were riding me hard, first at being touched, then falsely accused, and lastly at being dismissed by that cold bitch. How dare she look down her nose at me. Doesn’t she know who I am? Can’t she sense the predator before her?

Once I found the blade, I wrapped my fingers around the solid metal handle, tucking and hiding it in the long sleeves of the wretched Santa suit I still wore, to disguise it from any of this lousy establishment’s patrons. Then, I went in quiet pursuit of my first victim. He is the reason I had to endure any of that shit. If he had just kept his ugly, loud, fat mouth shut and drank his liquor, none of this would have happened, but no, he had to be a belligerent drunk cunt.

A part of me, the giddy part that gets off on hunting prey, thanks him for allowing us to fill our urges tonight. For a brief moment there in the strip club, I thought I might actually go home empty-handed, and have to survive the holidays without the feeling of fresh blood on my hands, but obviously, fate has intervened, and now not one, but two, will die.Merry fucking Christmas to me.

As I inch closer and closer, I pull the white Santa beard up higher on my face, and the ridiculous red cap lower, to hide my features. I only spied one camera when I entered the parking lot earlier tonight. Like I always do, I made sure to park far enough away so that my car was never in the camera frame, and inside, I always kept my head down, or disguised by the stupid, itchy beard. No one will be able to connect me to this night once this pitiful excuse for a human is found, and that’s only if I don’t carve him up for wild animals to consume

I rise from my crouched position and take the last couple of steps, my eyes skimming over him, taking him in. It’s almost too easy. I hate hunting weak prey. It takes all the joy out ofthe experience. I need to hear as their panicked breaths leave them in a hurry, knowing that their blood is rushing a million miles an hour, and their brains are screaming for them to run. A predator is hunting them, and about to set his teeth into them and rip them apart. I love the adrenaline, and smell of their sweat and fear; it’s an aphrodisiac. It becomes a pure shot of dopamine straight into my own veins, empowering me, and also helping to soothe the savage rage that lives like a monster within me, always demanding more bloodshed and pain. It’s an unquenchable thirst that keeps me perpetually hungry for the next victim.

“Santa?“ He slurs, and squints in the dim parking lot light, as he sways on his feet. My lips quirk behind the beard. “Hey, you... want to... go party? I... know a better... place,” he questions, and releases a huge burp.

“Sure, buddy, let’s go party. Why don’t you give me your keys? I’ll drive.” I reach out my white-gloved hand towards him, and impatiently wait until he manages to yank his keys from his pocket.

“Yeah, you... drive. Good idea, Santa... we might... crash the sleigh if I do it.” He releases another gross, loud burp, and throws the keys at me, and I reach for them just before they would have landed on the ground. This fucker is going to pay me in screams for ruining my night.

I round his car, open the driver’s side door, and almost immediately gag at the stench of body odor, rotten food, and nastiness from within. For a brief moment, I waver on my decision; is killing this piece of shit worth possibly catching something from this vehicle? My skin crawls with just the thought of how much bacteria is probably living in the confined space. “Let’s go, Santa, we... can find... some hoes to jingle.” With a laughing grunt, he launches his hefty weight into the car,and it makes a horrific groaning noise. His words, and the sound of his laughter, are precisely what I need to steel my resolve.

I start the ignition and pull out of the parking lot with a screech of tires, heading toward the freeway. “Hey... Santa... the bar is the... other way,” he groans, as he braces himself on the dash as our speed climbs, and after a few moments of his ragged, panicked breathing, I pull off at an exit and slam on the brakes, sending his head smacking into the windshield. “Ah, what the fuck!” He groans.

“You should really put on your seatbelt, it saves lives.” I reach over and grab the belt from his side, pulling it so I have enough slack, and wrapping it around his neck as he struggles. He keeps swatting at me, like I’m some kind of insect he can fight off, and it irritates me even more. I yank hard, fisting the seatbelt until his face goes beet red, and he chokes on his next breath, as my other hand snakes forward with the blade. I slam it into his protruding belly, yanking back before thrusting it again and again, as he makes sickening, gasping sounds. “Let’s hear you laugh now, asshole.”

My eyes meet his terrified blue gaze as the light goes out, and he takes his last shuddering breath. His warm blood soaks through the white gloves, coating my fingers, and a quiver races through my body, as my cock stands hard and ready inside of my Santa pants. Fuck. I need to cum so badly now, but I can’t while we are on the side of the road.

I ease my foot off the brake, and release my hold on the seatbelt, as his head slumps forward, but I keep my fingers tight on the blade. The desire to pull my cock out right here, and fuck myself in his blood, is almost all-consuming, but I won’t risk getting caught for this piece of shit. I keep going for another twenty minutes until a dirt road appears, leading me further into the rural area.Perfect.

The radio croons country music, helping to bring down some of my rage and relax me. Not enough to soothe the lust riding me, but enough that I don’t lose complete control over myself, and I can pull back the red haze that threatens to overtake me. I turn the song up, Dolly singing something about Jolene taking her man.Pfff, you should stab a bitch, Dolly. Then no one would take him.

“We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast for a news update. Another headless and dismembered body has been found on the outskirts of Boston. This one is also believed to be female, although the body has been exposed to the elements, and is badly decomposed. This brings the total for the year to seven bodies that have now been found in a similar state. The Boston Police Department is urging anyone with any information to please come forward. The person or persons committing these crimes are thought to be quite dangerous.”

A snort leaves my lips at the apt description of me.Quite dangerous,indeed. The general public, however, has little to fear from me; there are bigger and scarier predators out here pretending to be good law-abiding citizens. So what if I’ve committed a few murders? Seven have already been found, but so many more are still hiding in the graves I gave them. Most of them weren’t good people, like hyena here. I just helped speed up the process of their imminent death.

Once I reach an utterly secluded spot, where I can see nothing but white snow grazing the fields, I pull the blade out of his belly, the cooling blood doing nothing to soothe my raging hard-on. I pull down the front of my pants, my rigid cock twitches in the cool air, and beads of precum ooze from the slit, as I wrap my blood-soaked gloved hand around it, and stroke myself from root to tip.Fuck yes, this is precisely what I need, after the shitty day of playing dress up for my cunt of a father.

My breathing begins to pick up as my balls tighten, and I grip myself more firmly, pressing against my various piercings, and increasing the speed of my thrusts until I’m panting and moaning, with only the soft music as my company.Fuck, so good.The squishing, wet feel of the glove against all my ridges and my metal piercings feels fantastic. My balls tighten as I release a growl, and I cum into my hand.Fuck, I wish that had been a warm cunt or a tight asshole.An image of dark brown condescending eyes enters my mind, and pulls a moan from my lips. Fuck yes, but I need to slit her chest open and make those vicious lips scream for me first.

I raise my cum drenched palm and slather it all over hyena’s face, making sure to get some inside of his gaping mouth, before stuffing the glove inside. When I’m satisfied with the mess I’ve made, and my breathing has returned to normal, I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time. Fuck, if I’m not quick, I might miss that bitch leaving, and that just won’t do. She’s my Christmas present to myself, after all, and it’s exactly what I wanted.

I get out of the car, pull a cigarette and my lighter from my pocket, light it up, and lean against hyena’s car, as I stare up at the cloudy night sky and take a deep drag. This was reckless of me. I usually don’t do spur-of-the-moment kills, preferring to stalk and watch my prey, and then take them so I can play with my food. Although this was momentarily amusing, it wasn’t fulfilling, and I’m left once again feeling empty and raw.

He was an exception because he enraged me, but she won’t be. I want to hear her pretty screams, and the way she’s going to beg me for her life. The image of her dark brown judgemental eyes and those pouty lips enters my mind, and my cock once again awakens, ready and willing to go once more. With one last drag of the cigarette, I throw it inside the disgusting vehicle, watching as a chip wrapper catches the tip, and a small flame begins. Itake off, running back towards the exit of the freeway. I need to put distance between myself and his car.

The small splatter of his blood is easily camouflaged against the dark red of the Santa suit, so I don’t have to worry about others noticing my state immediately. Well, I guess my father was right; the suit would get me in the holiday spirit, just not the one his rich, pretentious ass thought.

I’m coming for you, Chrissy. You’ve made Santa’snaughty list, and it’s time to pay up.

Chapter 3

Santa

It took me much longer than I anticipated, to get some much-needed distance between me and hyena’s burning body. By the time I managed to make it closer to the freeway, and called for an Uber to take me back to my car in the strip club’s parking lot, at least three hours had passed in the frigid cold. I am now frozen, highly irritated, and filled with the need to stab someone again. The night is quickly evaporating into the morning, and I don’t have much hope that I will get to capture my Christmas gift.

A small Toyota Prius dropped me off near my car, and with a wave at the Uber driver, who hadn’t raised an eyebrow at my choice of clothing, I got back in my baby and set in to wait, with the heat defrosting my cold limbs. It is now close to four in the morning, and, finally, the side door of the club opens up, and a bunch of employees exit the space. Some are still dressed in stripper wear, with coats thrown haphazardly over them, and their flesh exposed to the elements, and others are in sweats and hoodies.

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