Page 56 of The Blue Rose
NINETEEN
ASTER
Nothing. There isnothinganywhere about Serena's best friend. I’ve combed through her Instagram hoping for her to be following a Jessica, or have tagged her in or been tagged in something. But the only thing on her page is her artwork. I scroll mindlessly through her page, admiring the way she brings her pieces to life. She truly is a talent to this world, one we see once in a lifetime. Kind of like Picasso or Michelangelo, she makes work that stops you in your tracks and forces you to bear witness. It’s no wonder she can make a living on her art alone.Just another reason to add to the list of reasons why I spared her life and made her mine.
She can’t be mine fully until her pesky best friend disappears. I tried all social media outlets I could think of, Facebook, TikTok, even Linkedin, but Serena doesn’t have an account of any of those. Without knowing what Jessica’s last name is, it is impossible to find her. It is like she’s a ghost, no presence on any social media at all.
Shutting my laptop and giving up on my search, I go to the kitchen and make myself a Moscow Mule, smiling to myself when it brings back the memory of first meeting Serena. Taking a fresh lime and squeezing it into my cup, I take a long sip,closing my eyes and basking in the memory. Adjusting my pants, I give my dick, hardening and pressing against my gray sweats, a small squeeze, taking some of the pressure away while the thought of Serena in her sinful red dress haunts me once more.
The hunting grounds I chose that night were new to me. I’d never be caught dead in a place like that, but switching it up is what keeps me from being caught. After a fresh kill, I usually wait a couple months to go out and hunt, but that night something was telling me to get off my ass. I feel like I was in that god forsaken book bar for hours before a flash of red caught my eye. When she walked in, all by herself, looking like a lost lamb in red, with lips to match. I knew she would be my next victim. It was like the flames of hell guided her straight into my arms. I didn’t approach her right away, which is what I usually do, instead I watched her. The way her eyes lit up taking in the whole place, the way her lips moved when she was speaking to herself. The way she commanded attention without even trying, totally oblivious to the rapture she created.
My lips lifted at the corner, watching her excitement, like a kid in a candy store not knowing where to start first. My reaction of not being able to tear my eyes away, standing still in a trance when I first saw her, and smirking at her cuteness should have been my first indication she was more than just a lamb to slaughter.
She stumbled over to the bar after looking between the books and the drink trying to make up her mind on where to start. I watched her mouth the word ‘booze’ and the way her lips made an ‘O’ had me standing up straight and adjusting myself. The way her breasts bounced when she hopped onto the bar stool, gathering the attention from everyone but that piece of shit bartender, made me see red. More from everyone staring at my lamb.She’s mine.The hold I had on the beer I was sipping could have shattered the bottle at any moment if I squeezedany tighter. Instead of helping my little lamb, the bartender was helping a group of girls behind her, the same group who mocked her later that night with their laughs. One look from the grim reaper shut them right up. I wanted each and every one of those bitches on my table that night, but I was already breaking one rule by going after the bartender. He deserved it more than those girls for his blatant disrespect, plus, they were in a group. No way was I risking my life to take theirs.
After she ordered her Moscow mule, she started to look around while sipping her drink through the little black straw that came with it, her spine straightened and I could just tell she was looking for me. When her piercing blue eyes met mine, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I emerged from the darkness and made my move. A move, I didn’t know at the time, would be my salvation.
My phone beeps,alerting me that Serena is driving down my road. I had a system put in after being taken by surprise and my parents being arrested. I was never going to let the authorities take me by surprise, if they ever did catch me. No one was allowed on my property without my permission. I’m careful with what I do, so it is highly unlikely they ever would, but I am not taking any chances. I’m the only person who ever enters my property, and my victims are always with me when I do, but now Serena is a permanent part of my life, she will be welcome as well.
Opening the door to wait for her, with her drink in my hand, I watch as she gets out of her car and steals the breath from mylungs. The outfit she is wearing is wickedly beautiful and has me thanking whatever God is listening that she is mine. She’s dressed to the nines, wearing a short and tight little black dress that hugs all of her delectable curves. One side of the dress is cut higher than the other, and if she bent over her plump ass would show, teasing me even more with a flash of soft skin. The dress is cut in a deep V, showing the sides of her breast, with a long necklace of an animal of some sort dangling just above the opening. She’s wearing black heels, accentuating her legs, gracefully gliding down my driveway. My eyes travel back up her body in a slow perusal, stopping at her mischievous eyes staring back at me.
She knows what she’s doing and the way her hips sway as she walks over to me makes a smile lift my lips.
“Aster,” she says as she attempts to walk right past me.
Two can play your little game.
I shut the door with my foot and snatch her by the waist, still holding her drink in my other hand. Bending down I whisper in her ear, “Just because you’re on time, doesn’t mean I won’t still punish you, especially if this is how you’re going to greet me.”
Without turning around, she says, “I’d like to see you try.”
I growl into her ear, my breath teasing the strands of her hair. “Don’t test me, Serena.”
Flipping her hair right into my face, she bends over to take her shoes off, and I lower my eyes to see her exposed, glistening pussy.She’s not wearing any panties. Good.Getting a whiff of her arousal, I bend over her, and whisper in her ear. “Tempting this fox with his dessert before dinner is a wicked thing to do.”
She squirms against my hardening erection, moaning quietly. I close my eyes, relishing in her ass pressed up against my dick, groaning from the sensation.
Then, all too soon, I feel nothing. I hear the front door open and see Serena sprinting barefoot across the grass. The softmoonlight is illuminating her form, her dress riding up her waist as she runs, the wind whipping her hair in all directions.
I slip off my shoes, place the drink down, and take off after her, yelling, “When I catch you, little lamb, I am going to make you scream.” My threat makes her look back, eyes widening when she sees how close I am. She picks up her pace, sprinting for a line of trees. I know this land like the back of my hand, there’s nowhere she can go that I won’t find her. Stopping in my tracks, I glance around before heading the direction I know exactly where she will end up.
If my little lamb wants to be chased, then this fox will hunt.
Hiding behind a thick tree, I hear Serena approaching, breathless and unaware of the danger she’s in. Peering around my cover, I see her frantically looking around. After I make sure she sees no sign of me, watching as she walks behind a tree in my eye line, smiles, and sits down.
She thinks she lost me?A dark chuckle silently escapes me.Oh little lamb, you can never escape me.
Bending down to pick up a rock, I throw it in the direction she came. I smirk as I watch her spine straighten, her hands going over her mouth to quiet her breathing. I chuckle quietly to myself, silently making my way over to her from the other direction. I blend into the shadows around me, but my little lamb can sense me coming. She always knows when I’m near. I realized it the first time I met her, and at the market when she searched for me as I hid. The connection we have outstretches anything humanly possible. It’s as if we’re intimately connected by something unseen. Something fated. Although we can sense one another, she is looking in the other direction.I need to train her senses better.The second she is distracted, I pounce.
Coming around the tree, I crouch down silently, and brush the hair from her neck, making her freeze and goosebumps rise all over her body. The hairs on the back of her neck rise, andI blow a soft breath against them. Her shiver makes my cock jump, then I bite, hard, making her scream. Her voice echoes through the trees, heating my blood further. She turns around, fury and arousal lighting her eyes while one hand holds the back of her neck. Scooting back, she tries to rise, but my body hovers over hers, trapping her on the forest floor. Grabbing both arms, I pin them above her head in an instant. She grunts and glares at me.
“You thought you could escape me, little lamb?” I’m sitting above her exposed sex, her scent driving me wild, as she squirms underneath me.
“Let me go, Aster,” she spits with venom.
I lean down so my lips brush hers. “Now, is that really what you want, Serena? For me to let you go without dishing out your punishment?”
“Fuck. You.”
