The Killer and Her Mate

"Ah you are a good fuck," the man looming over her smiled, staring into her teary eyes. There was fear mixed in with some disgust. He loved to see that look on her.

"P-Please leave me alone," she said, scampering to cover herself with her blanket to somehow put a barrier against her and the man. Her limbs ached from the movement as it would after a night that she spent with him.

"Hey, now that is no way to talk to your boyfriend," the man said leaning down to kiss her forehead.

The woman was once again surprised even though it was always the same. He would fuck her until she would almost become senseless and then sweet talk to her to make her forget all about it.

"Then why do you always do this Vlad? My whole body hurts," she complained, her eyes burning from the lack of sleep and the tears in general that had not once stopped since he had started to 'fill her with his love'.

"You are just too weak, Vev," he sighed in an almost annoying voice, making her shrink and look away embarrassed.

"I am sorry," she said, believing it to be her fault. Since Vlad had always been perfect then it must be her. It had always been her; she had been such a loser that no one liked her, not her family or her friends at school.

But Vlad did, so she needed to make him happy no matter what it took her. Even if it meant that her body was used like a rag doll.

'He only does this because he loves me.'

"You should be," he sighed, weaving a hand through her hair. "You know how much effort I go through for you, right? You don't appreciate me enough."

His face was handsome as always as she peered at it in the glow of her night lamp. She didn't know if she loved him yet but he did and she wanted to love him too but there were moments that scared her.

Suddenly gripping her hair tightly Vlad jerked her head back making her suppress a yell as the blanket fell from her palm and showed a bit of her bare body. "You are so lewd, Vev. One tug at your filthy hair and you start moaning like a wanton slut again."

It was moments like these which made her question everything.

"Oh but I love you for that baby," Vlad said once, climbing over her body and kissing her. She wasn't ready for another round. Her body had been aching too much to even breathe properly.

"Please not anymore," she begged in between the rushed kiss, her voice slightly raised. She realized her mistake a little too late by then Vlad had already replaced his lips to his hard calloused hand pressing down on her mouth. Although the kiss had been suffocating it had still been better than this painful and forceful suppression of her air supply being cut off.

She wanted to thrash around but she knew she would only be making it worse if she did and so lying still she waited for him to let her go.

"Are you fucking stupid? What would happen if your mother came in now?" Vlad hissed looking towards the door in expectance. The thought scared her because her dear Mom had no idea that she had a boyfriend much less that she was fucking him under the very same roof that they both lived in.

Vlad recognized the fear in her eyes again. It was more prominent in respect to her mother than it was with him. It did make him slightly jealous but as long as she stayed submissive he didn't care about anything else. "I only worry for you, Vev. If she comes in and finds you like this then she is going to hit you again and I don't want to see that happen. I love you."

"I love you too." She sniffled, happy that he was worrying for her but she wondered why he couldn't just make it hurt less so that she wouldn't have to shout out her pain. "I'll be careful from now on."

"Now be a good girl and turn around so that you can scream into your pillow as much as you want while I take you from behind," he said smiling at the busty newly turned adult before him.

For an eighteen year old she was too innocent and weak to question him or his love for her. It helped that she was raised in an abusive environment both in and out of the house.

Doing as he had said, she turned around and closed her eyes feeling him kiss her skin. She wondered if it was supposed to make her feel itchy. She had never been loved before so she had nothing to compare but why would people perform an act that would bring them discomfort?

"Stop thinking, Vev," Came the command from behind her. "I can hear the wheels in your head moving and it's not making me happy. I need your attention on me and on what I am doing to your body."

That brought Vevina back from her straying thoughts and focused on him again.

"Vlad, why can't you take me away from here? I don't want to live here anymore. The people don't love me and they don't treat me well. I don't think I can take it anymore," she repeated the same words that she had been saying for the past two months that she had met him, the night of her birthday.

She was expecting an answer but instead she heard a disgruntled groan and Vlad disentangled from her and moved away to wear his pants. Panicking she sat up, unbothered by the naked view of her body she was giving him.

"This is it. I am done with you. You just ruined my mood once again, Vev," he said, making her worry and apologize for the mistake she had committed.

She came up to him ready to pull him back to her bed when he pushed her back and said, "I love you Vevina. You have a great body and you are good at sex but I cannot deal with your whines anymore than this."

"No, Please Vlad. Stay, I am sorry. I will never ask you to help me again. So please stay," she said scared that the only one who had come to love her was also leaving her alone. It was dark so she wasn't sure but in times like this Vlad didn't even look human to her. She couldn't understand him and didn't know what she should do.

She was shivering and vibrating from the fear that he had aroused in her mind and although he loved to see it. He didn't want to entertain her any more for the night.

When she tugged at his t-shirt again he slapped her making her go tumbling down onto her bed making it creak slightly. This hadn't been new to Vevina. She had been slapped countless times before not only by him but by many others but just like every other time tears filled her eyes from the stinging pain and dribbled down her red cheeks.

"It's over you bitch! I can't fucking love you anymore; I am so tired of your greediness. Nothing is ever enough!" He snarled and just like how he would climb up to her room through the window he went out of it in a flash and disappeared into the night.

Vevina trembled from the sight obscuring slap that she had just been gifted with and looked out of the window. If this was what love was then she didn't need it anymore.

If this was how love made her feel she was better off without it.

Warm naked skin could be felt cupping her right breast. It was the movement of that big hand that had woken her up. Turning her face she stared at the attractive features of the man sleeping beside her. If someone was to tell her that she would end up in this position exactly twenty four hours ago then she would have laughed at them but this was her reality now.

Her new life with this familiar stranger.

*24 hours ago...*

A headless teddy with gray, dust covered cotton peeking out from its dangling head and body was placed in between a myriad of other abhorrent stuffed animals. The small coral couch tucked in one corner of the room beside the table was filled with them and was arranged in a neat manner.

A woman was sat in front of the untouched abominations on a light pink carpet matching the sickly sweet theme of the room, talking to them with a gentle smile on her face.

"I am sorry that it took me so long but as promised I am finally going to get you all free," she said chuckling as she imagined them smiling at her when not one of the toys had an unscathed face. They all had been ridden bare of their industrially made smiling expressions which the woman when a little girl had often found mocking at her.

"You are tired of the noises too, right? I know you hated it," she said, rejoicing in the fact that she had at least been able to provide them with some peace by taking away their heads as she so wished someone could have done to her.

The noises of her parents fighting and fucking each other or someone else had started being increasingly annoying. So much so that she could no longer take it.

Standing up she shuffled across her room to her cupboard wherein the mirror she could see her red hair tied neatly in a braid just like her mother had always liked her to keep for the last nineteen years of her life. A black dress that fell to below her knees was ironed this morning before she had gone in to take her bath and was also one that her mother had bought her to wear to funerals.

It was the perfect dress for today.

"Mother should be happy to see me as such for one last time," she mumbled to herself going to her table to look at her phone to see if she had received any messages yet from her 'comforter'.

Scrolling through their previous conversations, right up to the beginning she almost laughed at the messages that she had written to him around six months ago.

She had been struggling then from her suffocating family and life and had in a spur of a moment created a fake account on social media to write depressing thoughts to let out her feelings of frustrations and agony.

To these posts very few people commented anything to her and even when they did they were rudely calling her an attention seeker except for one man who had shown some remorse and had tried to understand her.

'I don't want to live in this world, my family doesn't love me. Maybe I should die.'

She had written to him when he had privately asked her the reason behind her sadness.

'But if your family is at fault then why should you be the one to suffer? You don't need to sacrifice your life for them.'

That was the reply that had come from her savior and for the first time her deadly intrusive thoughts which had scared her before ever since she was young seemed to have been acknowledged and accepted.

He had given her the strength to find solace in solitude and the strength to get out of the shackles her family had been binding her in.

Suddenly her phone vibrated and feeling her face light up in delight she saw that it was a message from him.

'Are you sure you will be able to do it? There is no return from here on and there is absolutely no room for regret.'

He asked her but after the last week of constant questions she was starting to become tired of him and glaring at the screen she asked, 'I have a feeling that you might be the one chickening out. Don't tell me you aren't going to show up today. You promised to come take me.'

She didn't understand why he was making a fuss now.

Killing her beloved family wasn't a big deal anyway.

There was a pause of a few seconds and finally a message came back.

'Do not disappoint me. I'll be there exactly in an hour.'

Finally! She rejoiced, throwing her phone on her bed and taking out the small box that she had received as a gift from her comforter. She gently placed it on her bed. She had hid it for the last past two months in the lowest drawer of her old books from high school that for some reason she still hadn't bothered to throw away. She noticed that a paper had been stuck to the bottom of the box and picking it away she recognized it to be one of those revolting pranks that her peers would play on her.

'I am a freak. Please fuck me to sanity.' Was what was written on it in black marker with a bunch of tapes stuck on the edge to keep it properly stuck to her clothes while she walked down the corridor in shame.

The remembrance brought by that paper only loomed her anger more and feeling frustrated for never receiving help from her 'good' mother she stuffed the paper in her bra. She had wanted to take her time opening the beautiful black box but with her hands shivering with anger she threw open the lid and took out the gun that was staring back at her as if beckoning her to kiss it.

It was just so bewitching with its silver barrel shining from the golden rays falling on it through the window. A glint sparked in her eyes much as the gun. Picking it up she felt her nerves calm down at the coolness and weight of the death weapon in her hand. Unable to resist she brought the tip to her lips and kissing it she whispered, "You are fucking beautiful."

The gun was already loaded and having had experience with using them regularly at the shooting range she confidently held the pistol in her hand and came out of her room to go to her mother. She didn't need to search for her knowing well enough that she must be in the kitchen trying to act like a perfect wife and homemaker while secretly sipping on her flask of alcohol to forget about the pain that her cheating husband brought her.

As she had predicted her mother stood sitting on the barstool taking a swig of her alcohol. Her bloodshot eyes fell onto her daughter's face but she didn't stop her actions and when she was done she sat down the thin bottle and seethed, "What are you staring at, my good for nothing daughter? Are you trying to look down on me? Are you making fun of me with those big brown eyes of yours, just like your father, Vevina?"

The woman had been past her state of consciousness and it had only been eight in the morning. The sight disgusted Vevina like it had ever since she had realized what intoxication meant but unlike how she had let it show on her face before she didn't this time. The scars on her back from all those belt whips she had received seemed to burn again as if she had been freshly beaten up again. Suppressing a hiss she said nothing to her mother and brought up the gun, aiming directly at her face.

It was for a slight second but her mother looked scared and then tipping her head back she laughed, "You are my daughter as much as you are your fathers and I know you are a coward. You couldn't stand up to your fucking friends when they made fun of you and you think I will believe that you would be able to kill me? Go back to your room sweetie and talk to your stuffed animals like you always do."

Her mother's comments towards her had forever been degrading and even today they hadn't been any different. The woman was capable of skinning out Vevina alive but couldn't say a word at the injustice her husband showed her.

"Let's put it to the test shall we, mother?" Vevina asked, for the first time in a while, talking back to her and this didn't go unnoticed by her mother even in her drunken state.

"Vevina! Stop being a brat and go back to y-"

But by the time her mother would be able to complete her sentence Vevina had already shot her. The loud ring of the gun echoed throughout the quiet house and for a few seconds even made a shrill whistle like sound echo in Vevina's ears. The time slowed for her as she watched the shining bullet embedded deep into her mother's skull, right in the center of her forehead and between her trimmed shapely brows.

Blood leisurely seeped out from around the ring of flesh that had been jamming the bullet tight into her skull and trickling down the thick clefts of her nose and from around her wide opened eyes, her mother finally fell down from the bar stool. Walking to her she took out the crumpled piece of paper from her bra and stuck it to her mother's forehead, just below the wound, she smiled finally feeling that the words had found their right owner.

"Vevina..." She heard her father call out, making her stand back and turn to look at him. Watching the rich fat man come up from the basement (or should she call it his sex room?) with only his pants on made her realize that a slut must have left early in the morning again today. He had always been absent in her life, never caring for her or her mother while banging multitudes of different women in the very same house where the two lived. This act had brought the result of all the abuse that her mother had showered her with causing her hatred to increase.

When she had tried seeking his help in the beginning, he hadn't even given her a chance to talk and recalling that she made sure to shoot him in the heart before he would be able to babble another word.

If he hadn't given her a chance to talk, why should she give it to him?

The blood poured out of the flabs of meat on his chests and spread onto the floor profusely. While falling the man had struggled to find some support but instead of saving the last few remnants of his pathetic life he had banged his head against the corner of the pointed couch and bashed his head making more blood to pool out.

She watched as a puddle of red halo formed around his head and laughing at the irony she wondered if this was some atonement that his body was doing for all the sins he had committed.

Sighing at the scene in front of her she felt her mind and body become lighter as the wretched house looked beautiful with the splash of color that it had always needed. Even the stench of the metallic blood had been a pleasant and welcoming contrast from the suffocating lemon freshener that her mother always used.

8:50 am

The digital clock kept on top of the fridge read, making her gleefully look towards the door in expectation.

He should be here now.

She thought and when she heard the lock being opened she rushed towards it with a smile only for it to plummet.

"Drop your weapon and put your hands up in the air! You are under arrest!"

Today was the day that Vevina had decided would be her day of freedom from her past and her family; she was therefore slightly, very slightly disappointed to have found herself in the dreary interrogation room of the local police station.

Even then, to her anything was better than the house that she had been trapped in all her life. In fact, the jail environment and the presence of the officer in blue, sitting in front of her was sending slight jolts of thrill all over her 5 foot 7 inches body. She had, after all, envisioned herself to be here in this very same place a million times before if she were to succeed with her plan of killing her parents.

This was therefore a milestone in her life!

The thought of her 'comforter' or 'savior' did pop up in her mind and although there was little dismay she had never entirely trusted him to come get her anyway. Who in their right mind would risk getting caught with the charges of murder when they had nothing to do with it?

She would have, if given the opportunity but sure not everybody had her kind of fun in their mind as a pastime or hobby.

But after having killed two people she realized that it was more fun than she had initially thought.

'Maybe I can make a career out of it.'

Her snicker caught the attention of the police woman sitting in front of her and raising an eyebrow at her smile she eyed her carefully and then asked, "Miss Yaretzi what do you find so funny to be laughing right now? You do know that you have been caught red handed for the murder of your parents, right?"

The way the woman spoke about it seemed to Vevina as if it had been a bad thing and pouting she said, "Yeah and I happily admit to it, what else do you want?"

Her carefree and emotionless attitude was scary to the lady who couldn't understand what might be going through the head of this perfectly sane looking woman. To her she looked proper and neat as she had always seen her when she visited the church with her mother, the very same woman who she had smiled at then and had killed today.

"Vevina," she sighed, unable to contain the curiosity inside, "Why did you kill your parents? I know you; you had always been such a good girl and they had been so good to you. Then why would you do that-"

Bang!

The sudden sound of Vevina banging her fist against the metal desk made her jerk in her seat. This time the doe-like eyes had been narrowed and glaring at her. "You know nothing about me or my life!"

Vevina hissed in annoyance. "This is the reason why I killed her! That woman had fooled you all into believing it. My life was nothing but a stage show that she ran. I was a puppet in her hands and she was a puppet in my whorish father's hand."

This was the first that the policewoman was ever hearing of this. The family of three had been a reputed and respected one in their locality. With Mr. Yaretzi being a lawyer there had always been people singing out praises of his help and success. For such a law abiding man and his wife to be held guilty of something so contradictory was difficult to believe.

Vevina could see that look of disbelief that she knew people would have if she were to ever seek help from them regarding their parent's actions. This was exactly why she had never tried to speak up before. If her past self from six months ago would have been greeted with this look she would have broken down completely.

But not anymore, she didn't need other people's affirmation or company to live.

Heck, who cares if she lives? Certainly she didn't.

Sighing and deciding to question the hysteric woman about her parents, the police officer then pointed at the gun kept on the table in front of her and asked, "Fine, we can talk about that later but where did you get this Vevina? You are only nineteen years old and you should have no way to be able to acquire a gun for yourself."

Vevina was quiet as she pondered over the question. To tell the truth could mean to reveal her savior's involvement but since the coward hadn't shown up why should she let him claim even half of the credit of killing her parents? This revered task had been done all by her, alone.

"Did someone else help you? Was there someone instigating you to do this? You can tell us about them and we will make sure that you get a lower punishment," the police officer said, having guessed correctly but the fact that she underestimated Vevina to have been able to do this on her own further angered the red head.

"No, no one helped me. I did this all on my own. Do you really think I would have needed someone to help me? If I didn't have this gun I could have found another way. A knife, a spade or maybe some poison but believe me I would have gotten the job done some way or the other," she therefore said, staring right into the woman's eyes to let her know that she didn't appreciate the doubts that she held against her. It would have been great to have been able to meet him once since he had helped her accept herself but if he didn't want anything to do with her then why should she involve him in her affairs?

The officer noticed that pride splashed in her eyes instead of fear or repentance. It was scary to look at such an expression. If the devil could be reflected in anything then it would be those black pits shining in the center of the desolate browns.

It didn't seem like any sanity could ever reap in those sick orbs.

While the officer slowly pulled her expression from disbelief to discomfort Vevina exulted in those fading signs of hope on the woman's face. Deciding to let her ponder on it she thought on what would be her step going on from here. It was clear that she was either going to be put into a life of imprisonment or death sentence but a third option was the one she was aiming for.

She was planning her escape even as she sat there accepting her crimes. She noticed that the policewoman who had claimed to have 'known' her had been careless in keeping the gun within her reach without even taking out the bullets. If she wanted to she could try to grab and aim it at her head.

It's not like she was trying to get her crimes to be lessened so she didn't fear the system that was recording her every action in the cameras.

Her eyes flicked ever so slowly to her precious gift once and making sure that she had her expression pinned on the woman's face she asked, "By the way did you know that I hadn't been the only law offender in my family? Child abuse is a crime I am sure."

She said and noticing that her words had riddled the woman's attention away from anything else she lunged for the gun just as the door to the enquiry room opened.

Swiftly bringing the gun in her possession she stared at the face of an attractive man staring back at her. He didn't look much older than her; maybe somewhere in his early twenties but the power that radiated off him had been different.

She wasn't scared or anything but she felt subdued to look down and away at his gaze.

'What the fuck is wrong with me?'

She grumbled and forcing her to look at him, she glared in his direction. The man smiled at her defiance making her tilt her head to the side trying to understand what was going on. He didn't seem like the other 'normal' people that she had yet met in her life.

She sensed a familiarity in his eyes even though this was the first time she had been seeing him.

There was still something strange about him. The moment he had stepped in Vevina had felt her complete self, both mind and body turn, and in some manner be forced to acknowledge him. Her conscious thoughts didn't like how he had grabbed her attention but her body did send shivers through her, on a pathetic level of being enamored by him.

"You passed the test," the man clapped, making Vevina confused as she stared at him with some interest. There was no context behind his words but she had a feeling that she would like it, in whichever direction this man was leading the conversation into.

"And what test would that be?" Vevina asked as the policewoman stood up struggling to understand the situation and gain control.

"What is going on here? Who are you Mister and you can't just barge into an interrogation room," she said but trying how much ever hard, she couldn't bring herself to shout at him. She felt scared of this unknown man who had been much younger than her for a strange unknown reason.

Ignoring her and impressing Vevina, the man answered her previous question, "You didn't rat out my involvement in the murder and that the gift was from me. You kept my identity hidden even in the grimmest situation and that gives you an edge above other people. You are just the kind of person that I had been looking for."

Realization dawned on Vevina at his words. He was her savior and comforter, the coward who had left her hanging alone after having promised her something else.

"So you are the coward?" she asked, laughing, finding the situation to be highly amusing as she had never once imagined she would ever get to meet the man behind the screen again.

"I might be many things sweetheart but a coward isn't one," the man said walking up to her to look down at her, imposing his height and aura over her timid stature, "I wouldn't have wasted my time to come and get you personally otherwise."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Standing so close to him she couldn't deny that he had been handsome with his blue eyes shining dangerously in the dimly lit room. He didn't seem human with his large build towering over her but that didn't bother her in the least bit.

"Don't you dare call me sweetheart or I might just kill you next," she grumbled, letting him know that there were certain limits that he needed to maintain when interacting with her.

The man didn't seem the least bit affected by the threat and with an attractive smile he caught hold of her chin straining it to make her look up at him. "I would love to see you try."

The policewoman who had been swept to the side was rendered speechless by this interaction, finding it hard to understand how these two people could be so nonchalant about killing and murder inside a police station. Just who were they?

"Hey this-" She started to say but she was cut off by Vevina's amused voice that broke free from his embrace and said, "It wouldn't be wise to underestimate me."

She could tell that the man had let her off and the curiosity of what would happen next by his side made her stall his murder for a later time.

"I have to say I am disappointed though," she said, throwing back his own words from the time when he had messaged her to not disappoint him and to get the work done properly. "But since you are here let's get out of here and maybe I will think about letting you make up to me."

Nodding at the policewoman she then walked out of the room. If this man thought that he could fuck with her however he wanted to then he was gravely mistaken.