Page 91 of The Blue Rose
“You did good,” I whisper and kiss her forehead. “Now go wait in the car. You don’t want to see what I’m going to do to him.”
“Actually,” she fidgets with her hands, looking down at her feet. “I was wondering if I could help?”
My eyes bug out of my head.Was not expecting that.“I don’t know-”
“Before you make a decision, while we wait for him to wake up, I need to tell you what I found out.”
Listening to Serena speak about what she’s done, I was expecting tears, but none fell.I can’t believe she was the one to end her mom’s life, and then forgot about it.That trauma stays with you forever, but my vixen has never been like anyone else. I’m impressed she murdered two souls, but also worried she forgot all of that happened.What if she forgets again?What both her mom and dad told her, it was a mercy kill. She wasmiserable and in pain; she couldn’t wait any longer. I would have done the same thing for my mother had she asked.
Now Jessica, the way Serena killed her and the things she said to her. I’m proud of her younger self for finally ridding the world of the leech she was. Her methods of torture are a lot more… creative, than mine. I stare at her bewildered with whomywoman is, smiling as she tells me her past. That darkness inside her has been locked up for so long, and it’s finally begging to be freed. We met, we’ve been connected for so long, because I’m supposed to unleash her beast. I’m supposed to train her. Hone her. Mold her.
She said she started to remember when we met, that she had dreams she didn’t realize were memories, but every time she tried to dig deeper, she would get an intense pain. I can’t even imagine the agony she went through to finally understand everything from her past. My face softens to one of concern, when she tells me that. She said she blacked out from all the pain, and when she woke up all of her memories returned.
Once she finished telling me everything, the reason for her animosity towards her dad and his new bride to be made more sense. I’m glad their relationship is slowly mending; a girl needs her dad.
Weird that her parents had an open relationship, I can only ever see myself being with one person, and that is this feisty girl in her pajamas standing before me. I never thought my heart would beat again, but it started beating for my little vixen, and belongs to her until, and after our dying breaths. Looking her up and down, makes me chuckle with how cute she is. Her tiny stature in red tie-dye shorts and a matching spaghetti strap tank top with two skeleton hands holding up the rockstar sign.When did she take off her hoodie?I look around the room and see it’s discarded by the door. It is a little warm here, especially since I turned on the incinerator. She must have taken it off, and puther hair up in a messy bun with loose strands falling into her face, when I was strapping our newest victim down.
Distracted by that one piece of hair, I tuck it behind her ear, and she stops talking, eyes locking with mine, her breath frozen. It is just us in this moment, two souls finding and understanding one another.God, she is beautiful.
“You’re just as fucked as your boyfriend,” the man on the table coughs.
Serena yelps, and I turn around to glare down at him. “You’re going to regret saying that to my vixen; speaking to her like that is signing your own death sentence.”
“Fuck you both,” he spits.
I turn back to Serena as she eyes us curiously. I place a hand on her shoulder, gauging her attention. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I stare hard into her eyes, trying to see any sense of hesitation.
She looks to our victim, then back at me, and bobs her head, determination in her eyes swirling like the dangerous sea. “Okay, but before we begin, you need to change.”
I walk us over to the closet full of my work clothes and help her into the coveralls. Seeing her standing there, dressed the same as me, makes my cock twitch.Not now.
She opens the drawers, curiously picking up and setting down the tools she doesn’t want to use. I’ve never killed with anyone before, so this is not only new for her, but for me. Mom and Dad were partners in crime, maybe I finally found mine.
“You’re a lying bitch-”
Smack
“Don’t call me a bitch, Bradley, or I’ll never tell you what happened to your brother.” She turns back around, still trying to find her weapon of choice. If Serena didn’t slap him when he insulted her, I was going to punch him.But my vixen can take care of herself it seems.I lean on the door and watch as shewanders around the shed, looking for something that calls to her. Bradley is acting tough, but I know he’s scared. I can see the sweat drip from his forehead.Pathetic. Just like his brother.
“Do you want to know what happened to Tyler?”
Bradley’s head snaps in my direction, and I push off the wall. “He insulted my girl, so I followed him after I had my dessert.” I look up to see Serena holding a hammer, her eyes meeting mine. She’s wide eyed and blushing, and I smirk at her. She shakes her head and turns around to resume her search. “I drugged him, took him back here, laid him on this very table-” I tap it while walking around him “-Then I tortured and killed him for looking andtouchingwhat ismine.” I tug on his restraints. “You? You are getting worse. See, my little vixen wants to play, and being the generous man I am, I’m going to let her.”
“You’re both sick; you’re not going to get away with this!” He seethes.
I walk over to Serena, who is watching our interaction, placing my arms around her waist and laying my head on her shoulder. “We already did. Sure, they’ll look for you for a while, but no body, no crime. You’ll fade into ash, just like Tyler” I turn to look at the incinerator, flames burning bright.
“You’re going to burn me alive?” he stutters, his body flexing against the table.
I kiss Serena’s neck, “No, I’m not doing anything. Serena is going to decide your fate, and I promise it will be worse than death.”
She smiles wickedly, leaving my arms, making me miss her touch already. “Bradley, you thought Aster was who you should be afraid of, but haven’t you been told you should never trust a pretty face.”
She turns around and whispers in my ear. A sinister smile spreads across my face, and I go get what my vixen asked for. I return with the chainsaw in my hand, her eyes lighting up like akid on Christmas getting exactly what they asked for from Santa; it’s cute.
She takes it gleefully, lovingly tracing her hand over the chain.
“Looks like she’s chosen her weapon of choice.”
