Kade MacAllister turned the doorknob gently, a rush of adrenaline threatened to overwhelm him. He paused as his heart slowed back to a beat somewhat resembling its normal pattern. “Anyone here?” he called, his voice echoing throughout the apartment. He flinched involuntarily as the sound reverberated from the walls. Someone could have heard him. 1
He pushed the door closed and locked the deadbolt behind him. He could not risk someone walking in on him. He had a job to do, a very important one. He removed his gloves as he explored the apartment.2
The apartment was almost completely bare of furnishings. The bed was unmade and recently slept in. Kade leaned close and took a deep breath, inhaling the scents mingling upon the sheets. A designer fragrance, he guessed, lingered with another scent. It was not a cologne but the scent of a man and of a woman, the pungent odor that lingered after sex. 3
He continued through the apartment, though there was really nothing to see. He was careful not to touch anything. Not yet, when he had his companion for the evening then he would put the gloves back on and...4
There she was. His companion for the evening. Pale white skin, long, flowing, auburn hair. Full and luscious lips, painted a blushing pink. Her eyes a faded blue that rivaled that of the sky itself. Her body was slender, toned, and curvaceous. Her legs were long and well muscled. If he did not know the truth about her he would have thought she was an athlete. He smiled as he thought of those legs wrapped around him as she whispered his name in the throes of ecstasy. He swallowed, hard, to keep from giggling. What would she think if he laughed like a giddy school boy?5
He approached her cautiously, trying his best to impress her. It was not easy when you weighed three hundred pounds and you were only five and a half feet tall. It had always been hard for him anyway. In high school the other kids had known he was a virgin and gave him hell for it. He had lost his virginity his senior year, but he had to pay a whore to do it. Ha, if they could see him now. He had a different date every night. They were all gorgeous, demure, and not one had turned him down.6
He knelt and touched his latest love's face. She was the prettiest so far. He caressed her pale cheek carefully and she did not object. None of his women ever did, they liked him caressing their faces. He moved his hand up, running his fingers through her auburn tresses. Her head tilted back in response to his touch. He entwined his fingers in her hair and kissed her so softly his lips teased hers.7
He ran his fingers over the entire length of her body, memorizing every curve. "You are magnificent but I don't know your name. Our friend did not tell me so I am going to call you Ariel, like the mermaid. You like that, don't you? You have the name of a mysterious creature."8
Ariel made no objection to her name. He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her upon the bed and resumed his exploration of her magnificent flesh. It was always so nice of them to wait for him naked. 9
He kissed her lips softly, then pressed harder, eager for her but not wanting her to think him too forward or pushy. He ran his tongue along her throat and down her body, leaving a thin trail of saliva. He paused as he noticed her hands. "Ah, what did he do to you? Your poor hands." He kissed them gently and turned his attention to the angry red welts about her ankles. 10
"My poor, poor love," he whispered as she lay allowing him to touch her and lick the wounds while panting softly. He stood, looking down upon her as he began to remove his clothing. He squeezed a bit of KY Jelly onto his fingers and inserted them inside her. "Now, now darling. It's not as bad as all that." 11
He mounted her and slowly moved within her. The feel of her flesh cool upon his heated organ. He whispered softly to her, reassuring her, but knowing when he was finished he would never see her again. He kissed her softly then lingered with his face close to hers. He breathed deeply taking in her scent. 12
The one time he had paid a whore she had smelled of a cheap floral perfume. Not his Ariel though, nor any of the others. They all had unique scent. None of the other men he knew had lovers that smelled quite the way his women did. They were all unique, not the kind just any man could have.13
Kade knew he, too, was unique. That his needs were different from other men. He bit at the flesh of her throat as the sound of the lubricant squelching inside her excited him. He cried out as primal emotion ripped through him. He did not want it to end. 14
There had been many women lately. Past experience had taught him not to take anything for granted. It could be days, weeks, months, or even years before he could feel the cool flesh on his hot skin as he looked into the eyes of another lover. Tears formed as his orgasm exploded into his lover. Despite all his attempts he had finished too quickly. She probably thought he was a terrible lover now.15
Weeping bitterly he arose from the bed. He waited for a reaction from her but there would be none forthcoming. He touched her hand affectionately. "You really were the most beautiful so far." 16
He reached into his pocket and removed a cell phone. He placed his call and awaited an answer. "Hey, it's Kade. How long do you think it will be before you hook me up again? That soon? Oh wonderful!" he exclaimed. Maybe this time he could endure longer and maybe he could get seconds for a change. 17
He caressed his lover's cheek one last time as he spoke on the cell phone. "Okay. Not a problem. Disposal is what you pay me for. Say, what is her name anyway? I guessed but I want to know how close I was. Oh? I was way off but Laila is a gorgeous name for a gorgeous lady. See you a little later."18
He lifted Laila gently. "Sorry darling, disposal is what I'm paid for." He whispered as he carried her toward the kitchen. He looked around scarcely finding what he needed. “Savion was right. You do have so few possessions,” he said as he located a knife suitable to remove the flesh from her bones. 19
He caught himself salivating fiercely as he made the first incision and the yellow fat of her thigh was exposed. He remembered his first disposal, he had been deeply disappointed when the yellow fat appeared rather than the red meat. 20
He had watched many horror movies and they always managed to bring lots of blood and red meat. Savion drank their blood when he killed him, so he did not expect much there. He wondered vaguely if it really did make Savion more powerful. Did it help him see the succubus so that he could dispose of them?21
He shook his head as he cut deeper exposing the sinew and muscle beneath. He wondered if he would ever learn to see the succubus. After all Savion drank their blood but he ate their flesh. This had to make him the more powerful.22
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It was late that night before he returned to his own apartment. His roommate had fallen asleep on the sofa. He eased his bulky frame into the recliner and found something more to his liking on TV. His attention kept roaming. He kept finding himself staring at Savion and at the gloves he kept upon his hands.24
Savion had never let him see his hands. He wondered exactly how terrible they could be. His eyes moved over Savion's face. All the women liked Savion as much as they disliked Kade. That was unfair. Kade knew he had just as much to offer as Savion. He shook his head, not entirely true. 25
Savion was ten years younger with long luscious blond hair and dark grey eyes. Women always approached him when they went to a club. But Savion didn't want them. He killed them. Savion had a gift; he could see the succubus and kill them. Savion could...26
Kade leaned in closer, wondering what it would be like to take a man. He eased back into his former position. Savion was too warm, too full of fire, too...well too alive. Kade sighed despairingly. He felt something in his pocket pressing against his skin. He reached in and fished out the source of his irritation. The switchblade. He grinned as he watched the blade spring from the handle. 'Use me,' it whispered. 'you can have anything want as long as you have me.' 27
Kade nodded, he understood. He would have a man. He would have a beautiful man. Savion would at last let him see his hands and touch them if he wanted. Savion would be just as willing as the women. He would be just as beautiful, just as wonderful smelling, and just as dead as they were. 28
Author notes
A companion piece to Encounter (Savion's story). Though I like to think it could be a stand alone as well.
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I thought this was a chillingly written story... but if I had written this, I wouldn't have listed it as horror. It seems more crime drama or thriller than a horror. I still think you have a well written, well flown story here, but it doesn't click with the word 'horror' to me.
I wish you the best of luck in this contest. I enjoyed the way you wrote this, especially... and I await to see your results in this contest I am co-judging.
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This is AWESOME!!!! welcome to the finalist. lol, i love these kind of stories and rarely find them on here. Thanks for entering this into my contest.
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Wicked plot, beautifully written, and a very chilling cast of characters to boot. I'm not sure why women would be attracted to a 300 pound man, but nevertheless it was a dazzling write. You have an incredible gift, my friend. Once in a while I find a truly original story on SW and this is one of them...a rare gem.
Would love to read more of your work. Twisted writes like these are my favorite.
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This was not only fantastically written, but wonderfully creepy to boot. I've just been reading the other comments, and I agree, you made the character pretty damn realistic, though not someone I would like to meet on a dark night! This is pretty much exactly what I was looking for in my contest, it was haunting.
Really, really well done, I loved this piece.
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Thank you. Realism is what I was going for. I believe a human can be far more frightening than any monster. Thank you for your kind comments
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This made my stomach turn x.x
x.x I don't know which one made me sick more, the necrophilia, or the cannibalism.. maybe both? It scared me how "alive" Kade was - I can imagine him or a shadow of this character living amongst us, preying on the unsuspecting ones x.x the last parts of this reminded me of Ted Bundy - in Reader's Digest, his coworker wrote how she did not expect "Teddy" the nice guy to be the culprit behind the serial killings.. *shudders*
Horrible. Not the writing, but the thought that there are people who are exactly like Kade. x.x
Anyway, thank you for reading and congrats with the silver
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Thank you for your wonderful comments. I had hoped Kade would be perceived as realistic, as you said, much like Bundy the one no one would suspect. I like to think of him as a necrophiliac necrophagist.
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A murder, necrophilia and a twisted case of cannabalism. Nice fit for my contest. I had hoped that you would enter, and I am pleased that you did. Good use of use of inferences and a focus on the character rather than just the horrendousness of his actions sets this piece apart from quite a few of the other entries. I like that you make him less than perfect - and that he needs other people to enable his fetish for flesh.
Thank you for your entry in Murder and Mayhem
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I am honored by your comments. This piece was written especially for your contest. It was quite a challenge to come up with something that made Kade stand out. I should be thanking you for the inspiration.
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This was just amazing! I really enjoyed it!! It really captured my attention! I would love to read more!
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brilliant write. I saw no grammatical or punctuation mistakes and this was just right out creepy and intriguing! Original story line- would love to see this as a longer piece even. I couldn't stop reading- very erotic and strange and just plain good Keep up the good work. I look forward to reading more from you!
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Thank you and thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
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Oh, come on! Why'd it have to end so soon?
For such a short piece, this was very, very solid in its plot. I was too engrossed in the story to take note of any mistakes...My fault.
This Kade character is intriguing; his mysterious younger friend Savion even more so. I'd love to read more of them, but I take it this is final, huh? The end.
This is a terrific short (far too short) story with an excellent and solid plot.
If there were more stories on this site displaying even half the talent you have here, I'd comment a hell of a lot more. Well, maybe that's just because I like your style...That would make me a little biased in my opinion, eh?
I'll come back later, if I remember, and scan it with my 'editor's eyes' (which probably need a strong pair of glasses anyway) and see if I can find something to bitch about.
Until then you'll have to settle for my inane praise...and I'll give you some clappy things for good measure.
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Thank you. My ego is so now inflated Ami may make me live with the dogs for a few days. Savion is a character in my story 'Encounter'. He is a serial killer who believes he is doing humanity a service by ridding them of the succubus. He believes he has the power to detect them and kill them. Kade is not featured in 'Encounter', he is Savion clean up man, or garbage disposal. I am thinking of either adding to this or giving Kade another tale all his own. One in which he tests his power to see if he...inherited, if you will...Savion's gift.
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God you creep me out!! lol This was a fantastic story. Your description and imagination continue to amaze me. At first I thought Kade was a mortician.. but again.. you threw in quite a twist.
p)5 It he did not know the truth about her... (It to If)
p)6 It was not easy when you weight three hundred pounds... (weighed) (also.. the word had was used many times in this paragraph. Are they all necessary?)
p)7 Her tilted back in response to his touch. (what tilted back?)
p)10 eager for her but not waiting her to think him too forward or pushy. (but not wanting)
p)14 He cried out in as primal emotion ripped through him. (take out the word in )
p)19 “Savion was right. You do have so few possessions.” he said as he (possessions,") he said as he
p)21 He wondered vaugely (He wondered vaguely...)
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I am rather pleased I could creep you out in this way.
I know I responded before. It seems to have vanished.
Thank you for your wonderful comment. Your magnificent editing is deeply appreciated, as always.
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