Blood Angel

Jack and his new partners arrived at the apartment of the horrific crime scene about ten minutes later.  All the photos and initial investigation had already been completed. Their job now was to look for any additional clues that might have been overlooked.  As much as he wanted to dive into this case, Jack was determined to at least attempt to obey Captain Mendez’s rules.  This was gonna be tough though he thought to himself.

All three of then entered the apartment, and as soon as Jack stepped inside the door, he was met with a wave of déjà vu.  This isn’t right Jack thought to himself.  Why does this all seem so familiar?  Jack felt panicky and looked quickly around the room.  It had been cleaned of the massive amount of blood, but Jack was still repulsed by the feelings he was getting.   “The killer knew his victim,” Jack suddenly announced to his partners.  Both men turned to look at Jack.  “What gives you that idea,” Monroe asked.  Jack just stared at him with a rather blank look on his face then he made a bee line for the bathroom. Jack seemed to know his way around.

Inside the bathroom, Jack glanced around then walked over to the bath tub. He bent over and moved the thick shower mat in the tub. Beneath the mat was a twelve inch long knife.  Jack carefully picked it up and handed it to Monroe, who had followed him.  Monroe took the knife and looked at it and back to Jack several times. “How did you know that knife was there? Have you been here before? Did you know this dead girl? Come on Jack, what the fuck is going on?”  Monroe hammered the questions at Jack.

Jack walked slowly back into the living room and just stood there ignoring Monroe.  Monroe bagged the knife then turned on Jack once again. He spun him around telling him, “ok buddy, spill it…what do you know about this?”  Jack looked at him with a glazed look in his eye and spoke slowly. “No, I didn’t know this girl and no I’ve never been here before.  As for knowing where the knife was, well…we had a similar crime like this in Chicago and under the mat is where the other killer hid the murder weapon.  I know this can’t be Carlos’ handiwork…he’s not in any condition to do the deed thanks to yours truly”.  Jack stopped himself short when he realized where he was going with this conversation.   Monroe and Parker looked at Jack but didn’t say a word. They knew…like everyone else… what had happened in Chicago.

The three men did some more searching around the apartment but came up empty handed.  They left the scene and headed back to the station. On the return trip, no one said a word. The air felt thick with the tension in the car. Jack just wanted to go home even if home was his apartment in Houston instead of Chicago.

Back at the station, Jack dodged the captain for the remainder of the day and kept his head low. He didn’t want to talk to anyone and certainly didn’t want to answer any questions. The story he had told Monroe about how he knew where the knife was still prayed heavy on his mind. How did he know the knife would be there?  It made no sense to him so how could he possibly expect it to make any sense to anyone else.  The feeling of having been in the apartment before plagued him even more.  I think my mind is slipping he thought to himself.

As the clock approached the five o’clock hour, Jack was more than ready to call it a day. He grabbed his cell phone and slipped out of the office before anyone could notice he was gone.  Safely in his car, he laid the cell on the seat beside him and took off for home.  Traffic was gonna be a bitch he sighed heavily.  He was right about that. He had no sooner entered the freeway when all he could see in front of him was a sea of red tail lights.  Traffic stopped as did Jack.  He was just about to resign himself to turning on the radio to wait out the traffic backup when his cell phone began to ring. Jack picked it up and looked at the caller id to see who it was…it read UNKNOWN.  Jack took a chance and answered the phone. “Hello”, he said into the mouthpiece. “Hello Jack, how are you?”  It was that same sweet and sexy voice from this morning at his desk.  “I’m fine sweetheart, he replied back. Who is this”?  “You can call me Angel.  I will be watching over you Jack and when you get home, please be sure to check your personal email.”   Before Jack could respond, the line went dead and Jack’s Angel was gone once again. >>>To Be Continued<<<

I’M STILL ME

I’m not a young as I used to be
But when I look in the mirror I still see ME.
The same red hair, same eyes that glow
The same young girl that I used to know.
Not much has changed over the years
Though life has changed through the tears.
I still feel the same as I did back then
But looking back, I see where I’ve been.
What brought me to this place in time
The memories I’ve left behind.
The joy, the sadness, and sometimes pain
I look to the future and what I have to gain.
Yes, I’m still ME, somewhat wiser now
Not the young girl, but still me somehow.
I don’t feel older, even if I should
I’m as young as I feel, and I feel good!

Jack arrived at the new assigned police station over an hour later. Damn fucking traffic and the distance from point A to point B is ridiculous! Now he had to go sit behind a damn desk all day and pretend to be still be a detective.

Standing in the elevator on his way to the fourth floor, Jack towered over everyone. His six foot four frame almost always put him a head above everyone else. It was sort of cool to the ladies though, as they saw him as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Jack smirked a bit as the elevator
came to a stop on his floor.

He arrived at his desk just as the phone was ringing. He grabbed it on the second ring, “Detective Patterson,” he said speaking into the phone. There was a slight pause then a soft voice spoke seductively to him, “Hello Jack”.  A questioning frown crossed Jack’s face, but he decided to play along. “Well, hello, and who might this be”?  The line went dead. Jack glanced up from the phone to see his new boss, a Captain Mendez, standing patiently waiting. Jack frowned again as he hung up the phone.

“Problem,” the captain asked.  “Nah,” Jack replied, “must have been a wrong number.” But that voice…that sweet soft voice stayed in his head.  The captain ignored his remark and got right down to business. “I need to see you in my office…Now,” he commanded him. Jack sighed and rose to follow
Captain Mendez back to his office.

The captain closed the door and told Jack to have a seat. Jack began wondering what he had done now. He started going over in his head the past couple of days. Nothing in particular came to mind. It had so far been a very boring couple of days and all he did was sit at his desk and shuffle papers. So he just sat there and waited for the captain to speak.

Captain Mendez cleared his throat and began. “Jack, I don’t know if you’re aware or not, but we are dealing with a new series of murders in our fair city. I know you had some problems in Chicago, but we could really use your…ah…ideas on this.” Jack sat up a little straighter to give the captain his full attention. “What I’d like for you to do is accompany Detective Monroe and Parker when they go to check out the crime scene. I don’t want you touching anything, and officially, you can’t do anything, but you can observe and report back to me your impressions of what you think is going on.” In exchange for your assistance, I will put in a good word for you and see IF I can get you transferred off the desk. What do ya say?”

Jack thought about this for just about five seconds before answering. “Yes,” he said probably too quickly. Rule to remember, Never appear too anxious!  Jack took a deep breath and began slowly, “Is there anything you can tell me about the case?”  The captain eyed him curiously but replied with what he knew. “So far we have two dead girls. Both have been sliced up pretty bad and we haven’t found any connection between them other than being young and pretty…and dead. Monroe and Parker can fill you in more on the latest vic. They’re getting ready to head out to the scene, so ya best get moving and remember what I said…Observe Only!”

Jack walked back to his desk with just a slight bit more spring in his step. This could be the break I’ve been looking for, he thought to himself.  Waiting for him at his desk was Monroe and Parker. Monroe nodded as Jack approached, but Parker had to smirk and make a smart ass comment, “Looks like “Desk Boy” gets a chance to step out with the big dogs.”  Jack ignored him thinking to himself…Rule to Remember…Never Give an Ass Satisfaction!  He turned to Monroe.  “What can you tell me about this case”?  “We’ll fill ya in on the way,” Monroe replied while giving Parker a dirty look.

They made their way downstairs and out to the car where Jack quickly hopped into the back seat. Rule to Remember…Never Over Step Your Bounds Between Partners!  Jack knew his place and he wasn’t about to cause any trouble. Monroe slid into the driver’s seat and Parker called shotgun. Once they were on the road…back out into the fucking traffic, Monroe handed Jack the case file for him to look over.

Jack flipped open the file…well the captain was right…the victim was young and pretty…and very much dead. The report says she was 22, long blond hair and what looked to be a very pretty face before the killer got hold of her. Her faced was slashed and limbs were separated from her torso. Jack stared at the crime scene photos in horror. Even with his years of experience, this was a lot of blood!  Jack continued to go through the file and for no reason that he could clearly understand, it all seemed familiar to him. It reminded him of the scum back in Chicago…Carlos’ handiwork. Nah, that’s not possible, he thought to himself. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why each photo looked like something he had seen before.
TO BE CONTINUED—–

Jack Patterson didn’t see this coming. How was he supposed to know that getting a little “rough” with a suspect was going to get him transferred?  He had no desire to be moving to Houston, Texas, but it was either that or start looking for another job. Jack wasn’t ready to do the job search thing so when Captain Cooper at the police station where Jack had been assigned for almost ten years gave him this one chance to redeem himself, common sense told him to take it. Rule to remember, always look out for number one, no matter the situation!

In Jack’s mind, he didn’t do anything wrong. He knew that scum bag was guilty…hell everyone knew he had killed that pretty young girl…Jack just wanted him to admit it…fuck the lack of evidence. Captain Cooper said his hands were tied…the investigation into Jack’s assault was overwhelming. It was done right out in the open and everyone saw. Of course the suspect, Carlos, insisted he was innocent…but don’t they all?  Jack could picture it all in his mind as to what happened and there was no doubt to him that Carlos was guilty as sin! The courts would have let him go, and Jack knew it. A confession was the only way. Seemed like a good idea at the time, though Jack couldn’t for the life of him figure out where the idea came from. He had never done anything like that before and now with the transfer, it was unlikely he would ever get the chance again.

They not only moved him to Houston, they put him behind a desk…behind a fucking desk! Now all he could do was filter through stacks of papers and offer suggestions to the other “real” detectives. Jack was a good cop…his record was spotless and he’d received numerous awards for his outstanding accomplishments over the years. How the fuck can they do this to me, he wondered, it’s just not right. I get penalized and the fucking bad guy walks the streets. Carlos will kill again, but Jack will no longer be in Chicago to stop him.

Now Jack was stuck in the south…damn stupid rednecks everywhere!  Cowboy hats all over the place and the heat…oh my fucking God, the damn heat!  Houston is known for the heat and humidity in the summer. Jack had no idea it would be as bad as it was.  Stepping out the front door of his new Houston apartment, the heat took his breath away. He could feel the thickness in the air.  Air isn’t supposed to be thick, but it sure seemed like he was inhaling water into his lungs.  Jack stood on the steps for just a minute glancing around. Once a cop, always a cop! Rule to remember, pay attention and take note of your surroundings.  Jack slowly started walking to his car, a fairly decent 2005 Chevy Impala. White in color, if you could consider white a real color. Jack shook his head as he climbed inside the car…it looked just like an unmarked police car…how fucking typical.

Beginning as it was
One small word of hello
Now things have moved on
Every thought goes to you
Good love
Devoted hearts aligned
Energy spent holding on
Insight triggered by desire
Good times
Hearts filled with joy
To each other entwined
For always and forever
Only us two
Rapture and Pleasure
Toward one another
You alone are my love.

Down a new path we journey
Under the protection of our love
Now the way is made clear
Coming together, you and me.
All things past are faded
Now is our time to love.

Partners together forever
Always hand in hand
Time is on our side now
To be as we understand
Every thought for each other
Remembering what we need
So much love between us
Only us together
Now through eternity.

I sit up and once again adjust my hips on him and I can feel him growing beneath me, and I think it may be time to release some of the pressure he must be feeling. I swing my leg over him and as I get off of him, he watches me intently.  I lean over him and ever so slowly begin undoing his pants.  Very deliberately I pull the zipper down.  As I attempt to pull his pants down over his hips, he rises slightly to accommodate.  I have a bright smile on my face as I reveal his growing manhood before me.  Very nice indeed, I think to myself…although in a way, kind of a pity.  I know what I must do.  I have had this feeling of pity before…it passes, as does the pleasure, to make room for the pain.  Ahhh, the pain…the lovely pain.

I toss his pants to the floor and stand to admire him.  I cup my breasts and try to wrap them around his enlarged member.  A loud groan escapes from him.  Ahhh, the pleasure…the lovely pleasure.  I rub my breasts over him repeatedly stopping once or twice to give it just a slight kiss and a flicker of a tease with my tongue.

It’s almost time…I can tell. I need to be ready.  I remove the remainder of my clothes and climb back on top of him to straddle him.  This time it’s a little different.  This time I will go further than all the other times.  This time pleasure and pain will be one and the same.  I run my hands up his chest and move my body up.  I feel his hips trying to follow me, but not yet I tell myself…not yet.  When my breasts reach his face, this time I allow him to feed.  I feed them to him…first one, then the other, back and forth.  The pleasure is extraordinary.  His hungry is uncontrollable.  The intense pleasure is mounting…I can feel it.

I slowly pull back from him and kiss him hard…then stopping.  Slowly, I move my body back down his, pausing briefly to rest my breasts once again on his chest.  When my hips reach his, I slowly raise myself up.  As I slowly begin lowering my hips onto him, I watch his face.  This is a pivotal moment.  I can feel his throbbing member pressing into me…but I am in control.  I alone control his pleasure.

He starts to move inside me and I tell him to be still.  He stops and I begin to slowly move up and down over him,  Very slowly at first…very purposely…letting him feel every movement.  I feel my body encasing him squeezing him, and then releasing him, and from the moans coming from him, he feels this also.

I start moving faster on him and he starts thrashing beneath me like a wild man.  The movement from his hips matches my movements…faster and faster.  If his hands had been free, he would have been the one in control…the one with the power, and I would have been at his mercy.  But I am in control of his pleasure and I shall be in control of his pain.  I look at his face as I reach under the blanket and pull out the long shiny blade.  He does not see…all he sees is me, as it should be.  I glance at the blade and it gleams back at me.  It too, is ready for the pain.

I look down at John and above his moans I ask him if he is ready.  I believe my question to him doesn’t   mean the same thing to me as it does to him, but the end result is the same.  He screams out “Oh God” and I know the perfect instant has arrived.

I grab the knife and raise it high into the air.  Just as I feel him releasing, I plunge the knife deep into his chest…his beautiful chest.  His eyes fly open wide and he looks in horror from my face to the knife protruding from his chest.  Pleasure, then pain I tell him…let me show you.  I twist the blade in my hand and now his cries of pleasure give way to cries of pain.  I pull the knife toward me and it slices him open rather nicely. I have done this before, and I know what to do next…while he is still alive.

The blood is flowing.  It pours from his open chest.  He is dying.  Not yet, I tell him and plunge my hand into his chest.  It takes only a second for my hand to find his still beating heart.  I wrap my fingers around it and rip it from his chest.  It is still beating in my hand…thump…thump…thump.  Quickly, I show it to him and smear the blood from it over his face.  I look at his eyes…they no longer see me.  He is dead.

Still holding his heart in my hand, I hold it high above my head.  The blood running down my arm, I scream a piercing primal scream of triumph.  Calmly now, I toss the dead heart to the floor.  We are both covered in the warm and sticky red liquid.  I rub my blood covered hands over my face and down my neck.  I coat myself in his blood…such a warm and lovely feeling.  I climb off of him, his open chest before me, and his blood all over me.  I lie down next to him and wrap my arm around him.  I lean over and give him a light kiss on the cheek that he will never feel.  I ask him softly, “Was it as good for you, darling, as it was for me”?

With “John” pinned to the bed, I lean over him and kiss him…not quite sure why, but it seemed the thing to do at the time. When our lips part, I whisper to him that I want to get some “toys” for us, so we can play. He nods his head in agreement. I step into the bathroom where all my play things await. I have them stashed in what looks like a doctor bag. I glance into the bag checking to be sure all things are in their proper place. Tape, cloth rags, a small bottle of chloroform…just in case, and knives…lots of very sharp knives. I head back to my victim with the bag in hand. Time to play!

I set the bag on the floor next to the bed and go over to close the drapes and the door to the bedroom. It suddenly gets dark, but I flip the light on to brighten the room. I want him to see…to see everything! I go back over to the bed and sit down next to him with the bag at my feet. John can’t reach for me, but I can tell he would love to do so. I can read the question on his face. He is wondering, “what’s next?”
I lean over him and press my lips to his and he closes his eyes. I use this chance to silently slip one of the knives from the bag and place it just under the blanket next to me. He never sees. When I break the kiss, he opens his eyes…that stupid smile still on his face. Now is time for fun!

I smile at him and move closer to him. Then suddenly, I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. He has his shirt tucked in so I pull it out rather roughly. With one quick movement, I rip the shirt open and the buttons fly in all directions. The look on his face is priceless. I smile as I run my hands up and down his chest. The hair on his chest feels good between my fingers. Nice…very nice. He likes this. I can feel him stir beneath me, so I move my hips just a bit. A small moan escapes his lips.
I like this control I have over him very much. I reach down to the hem of my dress and pull it over my head. I toss the dress on the floor and sit nice and tall on him so he can admire my bare breasts in front of him. His smile is only slight by now, but his eyes say it all.

As I once again feel him stir beneath me, I lean over him. My breasts press on his hair covered chest so I press them down on him a little bit harder. As my face reaches his, he smiles at me. I hungrily kiss him pressing even further down on him with my body. I can tell he would love to put his hands on me, but the cuffs prevent him from that pleasure. I am in control of his pleasure and of his pain.

I run my fingers up and down his arms as I continue to hungrily kiss him. I stop suddenly and sit up on him, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. I watch him admire my breasts up and down movement and I see him lick his lips in anticipation. I cup them in my hands and lean them toward his face. I tease his lips with them, but as his tongue tries to reach, I move them just outside his reach. He does seem rather hungry; I think and smile to myself. I rub them over his face as he turns his head from side to side in a useless effort to capture one in his mouth. I wonder to myself if I am indeed driving him mad.  TO BE CONTINUED

I go to my room and quickly change into an orange halter dress.  Very short and very seductive.  I glance in the mirror at the stranger looking back at me.  It’s not me in control anymore, but that’s alright…I still get to watch.  I prepare everything…drinks and glasses, soft lights, and music to die for.
That brings a smile to my face.  I pick up a small item and tuck it neatly into the front of my dress where it can’t be seen.  This is all so perfect, I think to myself.

A knock on the door…now it begins!

I open the door and there he stands with a smile from ear to ear.  How appropriate!  I invite him inside the room and he mentions that he really likes my dress.  No surprise there!  He sits on the couch while I fix us both a nice drink.  As I hand him his drink, I make sure to lean over toward him so he can get a nice view down the front of my dress.  He smiles at me and I know what is on his mind…he has no idea what is on mine.

I sit down next to him waiting to see if he will make a move…I know he will, and I’m not disappointed.  Without a word, he sets his drink down and wraps his arms around me pulling me close to him.  It actually feels good, but I can’t let myself be distracted from the plan.  I gently push him back as I feel him brush a soft kiss against my cheek.  I have to be the one in control.  I look into his eyes and can see the questions on his face.  Now it’s my turn.

A small smile plays on the corner of my lips…he is watching me intently.  I casually reach into the hidden place in the front of my dress and produce the object I had stashed just before he arrived.  His eyes light up and the smile on his face brightens as he looks at the set of handcuffs I have dangling in front of him.  He nods his head eagerly and I smile at him in return.

He suddenly grabs me and pulls me into his arms, kissing me hungrily.  Although I do like a man to “take charge”, now is not the time.  I have to be the one “in control”.  As his hands start to roam over me, I slip one end of the handcuffs around his wrist.  “CLICK”.  He stops briefly and looks at me still smiling.  The smirk I give back to him says it all in my mind…he has no clue what is about to happen.
I rise from the couch with him, leading him into the other room…the last room he will ever see, I think to myself.  He follows along like a dog on a leash, How close this is to true. When I get him in the bedroom of the hotel suite, he doesn’t even bother looking around.  He heads straight for the bed and plops himself in the middle of it.  He seems to be volunteering for this…how funny!  The thought brings a smile to my face and once again, he assumes it is for him.

I slowly stroll over to the bed and sit on the edge.  I lift his uncuffed  hand and bring it to my face.  Holding his hand I slowly begin kissing his fingers.  I brush my lips over each one as I sit watching his reaction.  He closes his eyes, still that stupid smile on his face.  He brings his other hand over to me and I take that instant to raise his arms and slip the other cuff around his wrist and pin him to the headboard of the bed.  My little friend is not going anywhere now.  TO BE CONTINUED

The following is an example of the power and influence of Blood Angel. She has taken control of dear Susan…and this is Susan’s story.

The Confession

My name is Susan and I have a confession to make.  Think of me what you will, no matter, but know that I am out there…this is my story.

Just like previous times, it was a planned event.  I found this one sitting on the beach reading a book.  Hmmm, wonder if that means there’s a bit of intelligence buried in there somewhere.  Oh well, no matter…his intelligence won’t help him, nor will it save him.  Usually, I’m not one to walk up to a complete stranger and start a conversation, but these conditions require me to do things out of the ordinary, so I oblige.

I say hello as he slowly glances up from his reading.  He removes his sunglasses and squints against the blaring sun.  As he looks up to see where the hello came from, a smile crosses his face. I can tell he likes what he sees.  My swimsuit attire has gotten his attention, just as I knew it would.  The wind gusts around me and I brush my red hair from my face.  His smile grows wider.  I glance down and pretend to be interested in what he’s reading.  All the while, my plan is continuing to form in my head.

A little small talk, and of course I say all the right things.  I’ve done this before and planned this over a hundred times in my head.  Charm him with a smile…with a suggestive look…with just a slight touch on his arm as I make a point.  After a few more minutes, I can tell, he is entranced by me.  He says his name is John…how typical…I smile and offer my hand to him in an introduction…allowing our fingers to linger together just a little longer than necessary.  On to the next step of my plan…get him alone.

He mentions getting a drink…perfect opportunity…I mention having a drink in my hotel room.  His eyes light up and I see him look me over from head to toe.  Not exactly subtle on his part, but no matter, I play the game.  I may even have some extra fun with him before I complete my plan for him.  He stands…my, he is a tall one, well over six feet.  The thought enters my mind about “the bigger they are, the harder they fall”.  I smile and of course he thinks that smile is for him, and I guess in a way it is.

He tries to take my hand as we start walking back toward the hotel, but I have to be the one in control, so I gently pull my hand away and instead place my hand on his arm caressing it ever so lightly.  He likes this, I can tell.  I am too, but for entirely different reasons.

We reach the lobby, arm in arm…laughing at something stupid he said, pretending that I think he made a joke.  He won’t be laughing for long…of that I am sure.  We stop walking and he says he wants to go to his room and change.  I agree and give him my room number.  I tell him to come to my room in fifteen minutes…and don’t be late.  He doesn’t realize I have a schedule to keep.  Timing and details are everything. TO BE CONTINUED