Death knows death when they see it. The minute I made eye contact with the man, I could sense it. It wasn't just a feeling traveling up my spine and rooting itself right between my eyes. It wasn't just the budding images; the brutal scenes that were on display like someone's warped home movies. It was the smell; thick and tangy and full of passion. Not a sex smell. Not sweet sticky cunt juices or wads of cum hanging precariously to his boxer shorts - though there had been that too. This was... death.
Death knows death when they see it. For him it was something different; the look in my eye, the light of understanding, followed by stunned... bemusement. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't amused that he had raped and murdered two girls in his apartment. I was just baffled by the fact that I had happened to run across him and that I, and most likely I alone, knew his dirty little secret.
Imagine it, will you? A needle in a fucking haystack! One demented half-wit walking out of the door to a building I wouldn't have even bothered with if it hadn't of been for one night of slumming it... and then BLAM! Like a gunshot! Like a fucking arrow to the target.
He stopped in the shadows that lingered perfectly around the doorframe. As I’ve already said, death knows each other when it meets. My killer eyes, his killer heart. Birds that flock together, only… not so much. I admit to being a killer. It is my nature now. I even admit to enjoying it. I confess to loving it all… the sight, the smell, a little song and dance, a little showmanship – the sport, the game! Whatever.
But not like this one. Not like this guy. The demon inside of me wanted to know this twisted monkey’s secrets. The angel in me thought it was better just to break his neck and have done with it.
So that’s what I did. I broke his neck without any ceremony – on him faster than it could register. Looped an arm around his neck and yanked his head downward while holding his spine stationary. Snap, crackle, pop, well… more like the crackle, pop first, then the snap. Fini.
The thing was I had gleaned the entire scenario before he had died so it wasn’t all over. I climbed the stairs two at a time (sometimes I’m still so human), and kicked open the door to his place. The wood flew apart, splintering, opening up to the horrific scene.
Blood, guts, body parts. Sick shit. Twisted shit. A head in a plastic bag. I’d like to say it didn’t bother me, but it did. If it doesn’t bother you you’ve got no humanity left. I’m still hangin’ on.
On the bed a woman lie splayed mostly unconscious and drenched in too much gore to really sort out in one’s mind. He’d already cut off her arm at the shoulder, had been hacking on her with an axe that sat lodged in an end table.
I flew to her quickly, grabbing the bloodied sheets and tying a tourniquet over her severed pit, covering the stub. She moaned softly, but her head lulled on her neck like a rubber doll.
I told her to stay with me, that help was on the way. I had pulled out my cell phone and called 9-1-1, gave them the address and told them to move (I could dump the phone later if need be). It was the city, though and I knew their Golden-10 was more like a Golden-20 or 30.
I’d propped her up by this time and shook her, lightly slapping her cheeks to try and bring her blood around. I needed to get her heart pumping. I needed some adrenaline racing through those veins.
The pulse was weak and thready. The demon began to claw inside my brains, chewing on my bit of doubt… It’s done already. Just get it over with and let’s get the hell out of here. I knew she was in trouble when the angel did nothing but agree.
I bent closer to her, listening to the death-rattle in her chest, breathing warmth across her cheeks, her neck. I couldn’t help but scowl at the thought of biting into the mess of some other murderer. My mind started harboring images of the tortures of the room, wondering if the stain of this crazed killer could somehow stain my soul if I shared his kill.
Just as I was about to bite down, the sirens caught me from a distance. I did the one thing I could think of at that moment. I screamed. I screamed in her cataleptic face.
“WAKE UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP! Do you hear them? They’re on their way!”
She opened frightened eyes and fought to control their focus, moving limply, trying to get away.
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s right sugar. Fight. Let’s hear that heartbeat thumpin’.”
Muffled moans were more panicked whimpers as I heard EMS climb the stairs. It was time for my exit, but not before one last Hurrah.
I stood close enough to her so she could see my face and in such a disgustingly and deplorable display of vampy theatrics, I hissed, baring my fangs. Dear god, I hated myself at that moment, but it served its purpose. Her heart accelerated, thrusting her blood through those tender arteries just as it should.
That’s when I threw myself through the window and off the balcony, landing on the roof next door. And it had been such a nice night too… god-damned lunatics.