Page 60 of Bleed
There’s a sort of catwalk on the second level to the club with steps leading up to it and its mirrored walls near the rear of the room, and I watch as couples go up the stairs, hand in hand, then disappear into the sheltered corridor. It’s a nice place to get fucked, or to be the one doing the fucking.
So many things I can do up there while Dani keeps people distracted from coming up.
The thoughts of what I’m going to do to Allie when I find her here is making me salivate like a rabid dog and it has me darting my eyes back and forth, looking for the woman who I just know will be here tonight, like she has been almost every night since the first round of photos was taken of her last week.
It’s not long before I find her in the crowd, on a barstool, a drink in her hand just like in the picture. In fact if it weren’t for the different outfit I would swear the photo on my table was sent back in time from now. She has that same smug and arrogant look on her overly made-up face, and I just want to rip it off her.
“Easy there killer.” Dani says, tugging on my shirt sleeve to get my attention over the loud din of the club. “I can feel the hate pouring off you.”
“Good.” I lean in and say to her, almost having to shout over the techno music that thumps in time with the flashing of the lights.
“I’m gonna go do my thing, while you do yours.” She purrs in my ear before kissing my cheek and shimmying herself out onto the dance floor.
With her being so fucking gorgeous and the sparkly outfit catching all the lights in the place like a disco ball, she is immediately swarmed with so many men that I lose sight of her. Ones from the bar get up from their stools and follow her out like lost little puppies just hoping for a pat on their heads from her.
When the guy on the stool next to Allie gets up and struts to the dancefloor in the direction of my woman, I take his spot, sliding onto the barstool while Allie has her head turned the other way, looking to see where everyone is going. She’s distracted enough that she doesn’t see or hear me slither up next to her, and I laugh quietly to myself as I wait for her to notice me.
The look on her stupid face when she turns and sees me barely inches from her is priceless. That smug, spoiled, entitled, princess face falls and I am greeted with sheer fear in her eyes as her already large pupils blow out more in the recognition of who is sitting right next to her.
“Hello Allie. Or should I say Alison Scarpino.” I say to her, cocking my head like a dog listening to a whistle, waiting for her response which only comes as a choked-out sound of panic. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
“Y…You…No…no, no.”
“Yes, yes, yes my dear. How are you? How’s the family? How’s dear old dad? Oh wait, he’s dead.” I say, laughing in her face, running my thumb across my neck, then sticking out my tongue and dropping my head like I’m dead.
“Fuck you.” She spits at me as she visibly gets her bearings.
I can actually see her straighten out her spine and watch the fear dissolve off her. The bitch face returns and now I know I’m really going to have some fun with her.
“Actually…you know your sister, she’s no fun anymore. I was really hoping I could fuck you, see if you’re any better.”
“That’s disgusting. What makes you think I would ever fuck you?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe this.” I say, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out a syringe.
It’s full, but with only a trace of the puffer fish poison in a sterile saline. It’s not enough to kill her, but it’s plenty to make her compliant and possibly paralyze her.
“That the shit you used on my father?”
“Maybe.” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Maybe not.”
“Again, fuck you.” She all but snarls at me, taking a sip of her drink before setting it down on the bar. “You already spike my drink with some?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Whatever. You’re not going to do anything to me here, in public, with all these witnesses.”
Oh yee of little faith my dear.
“Here? In public? No.” I say to her on a little laugh right before I quickly stab the needle into her shoulder before she can even flinch away. “But maybe, up there.” I add, pointing up to the catwalk.
In the muscle instead of a vein, the poison takes a good ten minutes to take effect, but she doesn’t know that. All I have to do is keep her engaged until it begins to absorb into her system, but she’s so fucking vain that it shouldn’t be a problem.
“Guess your little dart of poison doesn’t work on me.” She laughs, taking another sip of the bright pink drink in a martini glass. “Too bad. So sad.”
She’s so smug and so arrogant that I really just want to stab her in the fucking face right here and right now, but alas, I need to wait. Dani would not appreciate it if my plan didn’t go as well…planned.
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