Page 28 of Stalking Christmas

The man’s body drops like a sack of stones, and he releases his hold on Micah, who is covered in blood splatter and trembling. “HOLY SHIT!” He gasps, as he bends forward and grabs his knees, as he attempts to breathe. “Jesus, Daisy, how the hell did you learn to shoot like that?” I grab her arm, which is still pointing the gun in that direction, and force her to meet my eyes, all while Toothless whines at our side.

“Girl, I was raised on a farm, you know that. My daddy was an abusive asshole, but he made sure we all knew how to shoot.” This is the first I’ve heard of her knowing how to handle a weapon besides a bat, and I’ve lived with the brat for three years. We can’t stop to discuss this now. There are sounds of shots being fired in close proximity to the house, and I’m afraid more men like that asshole, whose brains are coating Nic’s kitchen walls, are coming.

“We have to get out of here!” I utter, as I look for a possible way out of the cabin. How the hell did Nic get outside?

“You, missy, aren’t going anywhere,” a strong, male, authoritative voice catches my attention, and has my neck craning around, to stare at a man in his sixties, wearing an expensive wool coat, and pointing a gun right at me. He has the same gray eyes as his sons, but more wrinkles line his aged and fake-tanned face. “Hello, son, I see you’ve made new friends. Pity all of you are about to die.”

Chapter 37

Santa

I’m covered in the blood of my enemies, and feeling exhilarated, as my heart pumps with excitement in my chest. I yank my blade across the neck of the asshole that tried to jump me from behind. His blood coats my hand, and trails down my arm in rivulets, as his blood arcs and sprays everything around me, like a morbid sprinkler. The ground is littered with the dead, and their crimson moisture is soaking the ground, and turning the small amount of snow into red slush. Who says the holidays aren’t pretty?

I wonder if Chrissy would let me fuck her amongst the bodies of my victims? She would look so lovely as I drape her on their silent corpses, her ivory skin glowing, as I use their blood as lube and fuck her raw. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. We absolutely have to try that sometime; she’ll learn to love it. I know that she has dark and disturbing fantasies, ones that I mean to cater to, for as long as we both shall live.

See, while I’ve been killing my father’s pathetic men, I’ve also been thinking. It doesn’t matter that Chrissy didn’t immediately answer me back when I told her my feelings. Even if she doesn’t yet have the same emotions as me, she will in time. How do I know that with certainty? Because I have no intention of ever letting her go, or allowing her to ever love anyone else. It’s me or no one for her, and no, I don’t think that’s selfish or unreasonable. I saw her first, and she belongs to me. She’s my sweet little temptation.

I look around with disappointment, a scowl crossing my face, as I don’t see anyone else for me to send to the underworld.Pathetic.Where did my father even get these guys? From what I can tell, they’re primarily street thugs and amateurs, who don’t even know how to handle basic weapons. He should be fucking embarrassed to have come at me with these men, thinking that he would win. Speaking of the soon-to-be-dead fuck, I haven’t seen him for a bit, and I want to have a word with him before I rip out his cold, beating heart from his chest. I got a very brief glimpse of him before I was overrun by men wishing to die, and the rat disappeared.

I move cautiously amongst the dead. Cockiness is a sure way to die, and although I know I’m good at killing others, I have no intentions of being a victim, just because I was too vain to pay attention to my surroundings. I steal a glance through the trees at my cabin, and notice that the patio door has blown out, and I can see right inside my house. Fucking Chris must be smellinglike fried chicken right now.Idiot. No sounds make their way to my ears, and even the forest creatures know to be silent when a predator is moving amidst them. I approach the house on quiet feet, reloading my gun, and preparing myself to take anyone on who needs killing.

A gunshot reverberates through the air from the direction of the interior of the cabin, and it has me running across the last fifty feet of dense trees. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, and dread slithers through my veins. One of them got inside. Was that shot fired by my brother, one of the girls, or an enemy? I refuse to consider that one of them may have been on the receiving end of a bullet. A brief image of Chrissy lying in a pool of blood enters my mind, and a dark red haze slides over me, promising death to everyone I encounter if she’s hurt. She has to be alive; I would know if she wasn’t. I would fucking feel it in my pitch-black soul, the one that belongs to her as much as she belongs to me. I can’t lose her now, not after finally feeling something after all the miserable, lonely years I have been alive.

As I scramble onto the back patio, I press my body against the wooden logs and stone that make up the exterior of my cabin. I can hear the low murmuring of voices, but I’m not close enough to discern what they’re saying. The whooshing of my blood in my ears isn’t helping either. I’ve never felt fear like I’m experiencing right now. I guess I’ve never had anything to lose before. I can’t lose her now that I found her; I won’t survive without her. I’ll burn this world down to ash before I join her. Death would be a kindness I don’t deserve if she’s gone.

I take another few steps, my chest feeling heavy as I attempt to control all the unwanted emotions soaring through me. Concentrate, fucker, we have to get to Chrissy and save her. “Hello, son, I see you’ve made new friends. Pity all of you are about to die.” The voice that utters those words has ice formulating in my veins. My father has survived, and made hisway inside of my home like a cockroach. It’s too bad for him that he won’t be living long enough to make himself comfortable. He’ll be lucky if there is enough of him to scrape off my floors for a state funeral.

“Dad, how could you do this to your sons?” The sound of deep growling accompanies my brother’s ragged voice. Shit, the fucking demon hound is loose. What are the odds that furball is going to attack me as I kill my father?Pretty good odds are my guess.I keep moving forward as a plan formulates in my mind. Here’s hoping my idiot brother isn’t blocking my shot. I peek up and stare through the window above the sink. I would have preferred to have used my phone to locate their positions through my cameras, but some cocksucker back in the woods shattered the screen with his overly large forehead. My eyes catch a glimpse of Daisy and Chrissy to one side, closer to my position, and Toothless protectively positioned between them. Daisy has a gun pointed in the direction of my father, but Chrissy is standing there frozen, and the expression on her face tells me she’s terrified. Both the gun and blade I gave her are long gone, and she’s weaponless.

I force my eyes away from her, after cataloging that she’s not injured, and slide them across the room, where I spy my father pointing a gun at my trembling brother, who’s covered in blood. Fuck, is that his blood or someone else’s? “You were both disappointments. You’re weak, Micah, and your brother is an uncontrollable psychopath with a penchant for killing. I can’t allow either of you to tarnish my legacy. I’m still young enough to have other sons to carry on my name. I plan to be president one day.”

Motherfucking cocksucker,while I don’t realistically dispute his assessment of both Micah and me, fuck him for thinking we’re replaceable. He’s the reason we are who we are. Nurture over nature, and all that bullshit. He thinks he gets just to createa new line of sons, because the ones he currently has are a little defective.Fuck that shit;I’ll make sure that his name ends right here, even if I have to die in the process to make it happen. Nothing matters except that Chrissy is making it out of here.

“Wow, you’re just winning daddy of the year, aren’t ya?” Daisy’s voice inquires as I prepare to throw myself through the patio door opening. “Are you the whore that has caught Nic’s attention, or is that the other one?” My father nods his chin in Chrissy’s direction. “Maybe I’ll keep one of you alive, and in a cage, to remember him by.” The asshole must find his comment amusing, because I can hear him chuckling to himself. No one is keeping my temptation in a cage but me. Rage as I’ve never experienced, in my thirty-three years of living on this detestable planet, roars through me, and my body trembles with the need to see my father’s blood smeared across my flesh. When I’m done with him, there will be nothing left to identify him by.

“That whore would be me, and the only cage I’ll be in is a prison cell after I murder you, asshole,” Chrissy mouths off, and a part of me wants to laugh and groan at her comeback. Oh, sweet little temptation, we are going to have to work on your responses. “Pity, the other one’s prettier,” my father sighs. I hear movement, and then another growl, as I catch sight of Toothless aggressively snarling at my father, as he pushes Micah forward.

I don’t get a chance to make a move, before he shoves Micah at the snarling dog. Toothless immediately lunges forward and attacks my brother, as my father fires in the girls’ direction. Painful screams, and gunshots, are all around me as I force my way past Chris’ dead body, and another male, and storm into the room to witness complete mayhem. Chrissy’s throwing things from my counters at my father, like my toaster, and Daisy’s firing her gun. A bullet whizzes past me, and embeds itself into the wall inches from my head. My eyes narrow on Daisy. Is shetrying to kill me or him? I see her grin at me, and I know the little psycho was partially aiming at me.

“Save your brother!” She shouts, and fires in my father’s direction, getting him in the arm as he ducks to avoid getting smacked with my coffee maker. He’s attempting to shoot at the girls, but his aim is off, and all he’s managing to do is destroy my kitchen cabinets. Bet the fucker’s mad he never took me up on my offer to teach him how to shoot now. I take my eyes off them unwillingly, to assess how to get Toothless to stop eating my brother. My eyes glance at my gun, and just as I consider shooting the hellhound, Chrissy screams out, “Don’t you fucking dare hurt my baby, Nic!” Well, there goes that idea.

“NIC! FUCK, HELP!” Micah demands, and Toothless swings him around like a ragged chew toy. Jesus fuck, the things I put up with for this woman. “Here, demon boy, come and get me!” I shout, and throw one of my broken chairs in his direction, to get his attention. His luminous eyes stare up at me as his teeth clamp down on my brother’s bicep, and blood pours from his mouth. His black lips curl back in a snarl, and I realize the fucker must recognize me because, in the next moment, he’s releasing Micah and charging at me.FUCK!All his body weight hits me in the chest like a freight train, and I stumble back through the patio opening, as he tries to rip off my face. My hands wrap around his large head, trying to prevent him from eating me, but also trying not to hurt the beast that so gallantly defended the girls.

“Toothless! Come here, pretty boy, come to momma! Toothless, release! Release!” Chrissy’s frantic voice fills my ears, as she grabs onto his large leather collar and tries to pry the bane of my existence off of me. Slobber and blood coat my skin, and for once in my life, I am completely grossed out. Toothless finally heeds Chrissy’s command, and they back up, but hecontinues to bare his sharp teeth at me. Other sounds make their way back to me, and it sounds like crying.What the fuck?

I rush back inside the kitchen, and my brother is curled like a baby on the floor, clutching his limp and bloody arm, and my father is on his knees, with his arms above his head, blood running down towards his shoulder from a bullet hole, as tears pour down his face. “Say it louder, so both your sons can hear you!” Daisy demands, and she holds the gun pointed at my father’s face.

“I’m... the worst... father... in the... world,” Governor Brantford sobs, as snot slides from his nose, and his body trembles with fear. If I’m not mistaken, that rapidly growing puddle below him is piss. Holy shit, this is unexpected and yet incredibly satisfying. My power-hungry, male chauvinist, entitled father, brought to his knees by a small woman, and a stripper at that. “Hey, Nic, your daddy and I were just getting acquainted.” Daisy smirks but never takes her eyes off my father.

“Son! Please save me! I’m your father; you can’t let her end my life!” Chrissy steps up beside me, and I don’t see Toothless near her, but I can hear him running outside on the patio. If I, by chance, left anyone alive out there, they won’t be in a minute after meeting that beast.

“What do we do with him now?” Chrissy questions as she runs her hands across my body, looking for injuries. “If you don’t stop touching me, temptation, I’m going to bend you over my counter and fuck your ass, no matter who’s watching.” I take her hand in mine. “I promise I’m unhurt.” Happiness fills me that she’s worried about me, and as much as her expression indicates that she thinks I’m joking, I’m not. Violence and bloodshed turn me on, and my cock is painfully hard. I’ll rip up that shirt and fuck her hard right now.

“Son! Please!” My father begs, and the sound hurts my ears, and makes me remember all the times he’s been an asshole tome. The way he’s used me as his personal assassin over the years to do his dirty work. “Not a chance, old man, you will die here today.”

Chapter 38

Santa

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