Episode 13: Surreal Killer

“Why are we watching the Hunger Games?”

The hot lil’ minx known as Dahlia asked her new lover Jeffrey Skinner who opted to skip classes to grieve over his dead father. If you can call it that. Grieve, grave? So very similar. Having served up his father for a festive dinner and breakfast that would have made Hannibal Lector jealous, the boy simply wanted to relax and ponder his future. Dahlia, last name withheld by birthright snuggled up next to him, teasing his chest with her blood red nails. Being a succubus herself like Raven Mourn she had more experience at it. So much so she had been smart enough to mask her scent so to speak from the redhead’s notice. Dahlia was having the time of her ... life? Good question!

“Leave me alone to digest my food. I might even need to take a healthy shit here in a bit if you want to watch me grunt. You can wipe my ass with your tongue.”

“Mmm! Anything for you Lover. I adore trench warfare.” She meant every word of it. Turning him ... rather guiding him on a darker path than he was headed toward in his prior trajectory, she fed on him as much as he fed on her. She delighted in his soul’s furnace of energy each time he refueled his body with the sustenance of human flesh. Cannibal’s soup was mmm, mmm good! With his appetite gnawing at him constantly he struggled to compete with what he was. While born different in the sense of thought and certain predominant genes that offered a horrifying curiosity, Jeffrey was always the outcast. Only one girl ever accepted him for what he was and that was short lived. She hooked up with another guy and Jeffrey was simply not good enough. Her loss ... his gain! Just you weight Ginger, so on purpose. Vengeance would someday be on his menu.

“How did she bring my dad ... dog, back?” He puzzled after a deafening burp that offered a hint of brimstone murk.

“The redhead down the street? She’s the talk of the town. Daddy is not happy she exists.”

“Not what I asked Dahlia! I know you have the answers. You brought me back to life when I was dead inside. I had nothing before my dad died ... nothing after...”

“Until me! I’m here for you forever Jeffrey. We take care of one another. I obey you; you share my bed and my...”

“Life?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. Jeffrey, I know you’ve sensed it ... I’m only existing to make you a better beast. Like Red out there I’m a different kind of ... greedy bitch.”

“Beast?”

“Baby, look at yourself, you’re twice the man you were yesterday, size and demeanor. All because of our union.”

“We married now. These pentagrams our wedding bands?”

“See? You’re so smart. I love you. You love me.”

“I just met you, Dahlia. You’re just a piece of ass.” Lips licked; they were plump in a twerking style way. Yummy!

“For now, but you will understand better as death goes on.”

“Death? I’m not dead. You might be, I’m still not certain. You have a pulse but there’s just something about you that reeks of death.”

“Reaps! Reeks is just loves way of saying...” She pauses to stare into thin air as if in a trance, Jeffrey sitting up from his slouch to wave a hand over her eyes. “Argus is coming.”

“Who?”

“The beast of one hundred eyes, don’t ask where he has them all. Cess pool might give you an idea. Cess pronounced Sees.”

“Eyeball in his asshole?”

“So, I hear. I really don’t know I’ve never seen his true form. Not even when he...”

“He what?”

“Raped me! Got me pregnant! It’s his job to knock up a Succubus.”

“You have a kid?”

“Yes.”

“No stretch marks.” He looks her stunning body over thoroughly.

“A succubus will always look perfect, even after childbirth. Life energies stolen heals our flesh and gives us a longevity that nears immortality. Do you like much older women Jeffrey?”

“Where’s your child? Boy? Girl?”

“Boy! He was sacrificed to the Darkevil by daddy.”

“Damn! Why?” Part of him wanted to laugh, the other felt slightly bad for her.

“Boys are often forsaken due to their inability to fuel the Darkevil as he needs. Giving his own soul is an honor.”

“Did you ask your son if it was an honor?”

“No. Daddy said it was, I just listen. Daddy’s girl, until now.” She straddled his lap and rubbed her pussy along a much larger cock than it was yesterday. Jeffrey palmed her ass cheeks and made them dance in his grip, fingernails drawing blood from her lily-white flesh. She cooed in his roughness.

“Because of me?”

“Yes! Daddy is not happy with me in turning you. You will need to win him over.”

“Great!”

“You will be strong enough to face him soon. I’ve studied up, reading the ancient tomes. I know things even he doesn’t, but let’s not talk about that.” She loses her eye contact a second time, “Argus has been busy. He’s enacting a revenge strategy. Once he finishes, he will be on his way here.”

“Thought you said he was coming already.”

“He made a ... pit ... stop.”

“Hell?”

“Yes. Reporting in on his trouble dealing with the redhead.”

“Trouble?”

“He’s trying to do his job but for some reason she’s not getting pregnant. At least in the way she should.”

“Only one way outside of artificial insemination.”

“That would never work on a Succubus. She has to be knocked up sexually by an Incubus.”

“So, you screwed this Argus?”

“He screwed me. Trust me I wouldn’t have if I didn’t have to. Daddy insisted I fuck him. He even watched and jerked off ... until...”

“Argus?”

“Daddy! Argus took over my dad and raped me. Nothing new, Daddy started sleeping with me after I gave birth. I think it’s only because he’s jealous of Argus, Daddy has always wanted me even before my mark appeared. But he knew he would be punished for taking my virginity before Argus could.”

“Sad!”

“Not really! Daddy’s awesome in bed. I just needed to expand.”

“Where’s your mom?”

“Hiding from daddy! I don’t even know where she is. Somehow, she’s managed to avoid detection even before my 18th birthday when I got her pentagram. Daddy will kill her when he finds her.”

“How can she hide so easily? Doesn’t this Darkevil know where she is at all times? Her being a Succubus?”

“Like me ... mom read up. She somehow cast a cloaking spell.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t a Succubus have to have sex all the time?”

“Ordinarily! I really don’t know how she’s escaping it. Me? I need dick all the time. She has to be avoiding sex or her soul fire would give away her location the second the Darkevil accepted his portion.”

“Offering?”

“Yes! Ohhh, maaan!” She smiled darkly, “Argus just took out two guys at the City Morgue.”

“Haven’t tried that restaurant yet.” He chuckled. “Can you make us reservations?”

“She’s hurting ... so badly!”

“Who?”

“The lady in leopard print. She’s covered in blood, I’m sooo jealous. It’s good for the complexion.”

“I thought he was reporting in to this Darkevil. He gets around fast doesn’t he. Why is this Argus coming here? To kill me?”

“Oh, no! To apologize and beg for forgiveness.”

“What? For what?”

“For inhabiting your body, the night your dad died. Argus killed him.”

“Why would he apologize?”

“Because I broke the rules and made you. He will slap me around a bit for it.”

“I’m confused by that. How do I not remember him taking me over?”

“Mind wipe! Most hosts if they live, never remember what they do.”

“I think I recall some...” He looks as if visions were returning. “Did I go knock on the redhead’s front door? Wait! I know I did, she told me, then I forgot again. She even told me about Argus and my dad. His dog has my dad’s soul in it. How the fuck did I forget that it hasn’t been very long since I went over there.”

“Your mind is torn between right and wrong. The girl has powers that I don’t. That’s why the Darkevil is furious over the failure of Argus. He has never once failed to impregnate a succubus before her.”

“So, she made me forget?”

“No Argus has, she just interferes like a radio changing channels. You will remember all soon because Argus will fix you.”

“Why would he fix me?”

“Because you are the Darkevil reborn. He reported to Hell, but now he reports to you. Your memories will be all new until the convergence. Then you will share his, he yours.”

“SAY WHAT?” Rising up she fed his gaping mouth a plump nipple. Biting down on her he drew a ring of teeth indentations around her areola.

“MMMaster!”

Hector Alonzo’s home! Well, the house, not his ex-wife Gwen, current residence. Shared domain at the moment.

“Whoaaaa!” Raven Mourn stared at the bedroom mirror having stopped on her way to dry Jody Alonzo off after her shower. The mirror after being recently shattered and mystically rebuilding itself was like a TV to the outside world with stations tuned in on those that she knew. Having watched Heather Choi save her lovers life she was inspired to reach out and touch the mirror itself. In doing so her fingers passed through the reflective surface, swiftly drawing them back with a hesitant shock. “That’s crazy!” A second pass successful she climbed up on top of the dresser and stuck her head through the portal. Seeing the Morgue and feeling the air conditioning on her skin she made her presence known, “Heather?”

“What?” Detective Choi looked behind her and spotted Raven’s head and upper torso literally dangling in midair. “Raven?”

“Hurry! Follow me if you can. Take my hand.”

“I can’t leave Keith. Argus slit his throat, he’s alive but weak.”

Ignoring her expectations of him Keith Bryson found an amazing hidden strength and rolled to his knees, using Heather as support. Once he did his soaked clothing fell from his neckline and Heather found his deep laceration only a scar. “Let’s go!”

“Oh, my God! This is incredible.” Helping him to his feet they walked the short distance to Raven’s body, fingers accepting his first she guides him through to the other side. Toppling off the dresser into the bedroom Keith landed with a heavy thud. Hearing it Jody Alonzo stepped from the bathroom nude thinking Raven fell. Seeing Keith bloody on the floor Jody jumped and covered her body with her hands. Her reaction switched when her gaze saw movement to her left finding Raven’s legs kicking as half of her body was still inside the mirror.

“RAVEN!!!”

Grabbing Raven’s feet as if an anchor she held firm. Unable to see through to the other side all she saw was Raven’s bare ass from beneath her wrinkled t-shirt and her own reflection. Within that mirror she witnessed her body encased in an angelic light all around her body as if a warrior born. A moment later Raven began retreating the portal and hurling herself backwards off the dresser top. She and Jody both fell backwards over Keith who lay weak on the carpet.

“MOVE!” Raven rolled off of Jody bringing her along for the ride. Hearing a snarl, the girls looked up in shock as on top of the dresser was a magnificent spotted leopard. “HOLY SHIT!” Jumping from the dresser onto the king size bed the big cat lay down on the mattress, leering its chin over the side. Keith looking up at the cat with cat eyes of his own sighed.

“Pants was one thing, body suit? Yowza!”

Raven and Jody sat up in a hurry, Raven crawling over to the bed and looking directly at the big cat’s eyes. “You in there, Heather?”

“She’s in here.” Keith tapped his chest.

Hector Alonzo’s cat Theodore hissing in the hallway bolted down the hall. Gwen Alonzo hearing the cat and then a vicious snarl headed for the bedroom cautiously. Peeking around the door frame she bulged her eyes.

“I’m so glad none of us are allergic to cats.”

Just gets weirder and weirder!

Standing in his picture window Jeffrey Skinner looked like a wrestler ready to enter the ring. Rippling muscles were never his expectation growing up, but the more he ate the more his raid rage was fueled. Raid as in roid without the actual injections. Raid as in raiding the fridge of body parts he had cut up of his own Father’s corpse. Jeffrey was glad his dad purchased a Ginzu cutlery set that never needed sharpening.

“For someone supposed to be on his way he’s taking his sweet time.”

“Sweat time Baby. Look down the street.” Dahlia masturbated on the sofa to the end credits of the Hunger Games movie. “He’s bringing us lunch.”

“What?” Opening the front door Jeffrey peered left to witness something that made him grin. “Now that’s mouthwatering.” A block and a half away waddled a hefty 600-pound man, his clothing drenched in sweat from over exertion. Making his way up the sidewalk the overweight man threw his arms to his sides as if awaiting a hug, his flabby biceps sagging as if hanging chickens on a meat hook.

“Piece offering?” Argus was in the lout. “GRUB CHUB!” The Incubus removed the hostage man’s t-shirt and whipped it over his head like a male stripper, his obese body mass dancing about like a turbulent sea of fat. Tossing the shirt, he fought to remove the man’s shorts until all he had on was tube socks and sandals. Performing a 360 to show off the dinner menu Argus had a bit more fun. Bending over as much as the host body could he grabbed his ass and did a Jim Carrey routine of, “BUTT TALKS!” as in buttocks. “RUMP GROSSED!” as in rump roast. He was on a dinner roll. “SAW SHANKS REDEMPTION!!! Speaking of redeeming!”

“Get inside the house.” Jeffrey barked, not wanting the neighbors to see an obese man streaking after everything it had experienced over the last 48 hours.

“BUS BOY COMIN’ THROUGH!” Argus laughed and ran like a wounded rhino at the house. Jeffrey stood out of his way as the pachedermis fought to get through the door frame. Pushing him from the backside Jeffrey busted up laughing. The creature was funny. Once inside Jeffrey shut the door and stepped to his side. Argus seeing Dahlia with her legs wide rubbed the fat man’s chin. “Is that you Dahlia Lou? It’s been ages.” He then looked back at Jeffrey, “Did Eye say GORE DASH? We deliver with a seal of approval. Her seal even.”

“Dude! Zip it!”

“No zipper on this body bag Boss Junior! Just cut it open and Eye’ll spill our guts.”

“Both of you, I want answers.”

“Her fault!” Argus pointed at Dahlia, “Dabblin’ and babblin’ where she shouldn’t be. You sure now how to pick ‘em Living Dead Girl!”

“Oooo! Can we watch the Devil’s Rejects next?” She rubbed her clit, peeling it back to peer at her pearl as if a crystal ball. “Keeping track of daddy.” She seemed to feel relief as to the visions within her pearl. Peek A taBOO!

“You talkin’ about me?” Argus grimaced using his Host’s chubby cheeks. “Why Eye went to work for his brother.” A swift turn of his head toward Jeffrey made it known. “He sure doesn’t look like Darkevil. But, hey who am Eye to budge ... judge ... ain’t easy budgin’ a move.”

“So, I’m what, a vessel for this Darkevil?”

“You get used to the baggage.” Argus did a disgusting hula. Lifting his overlapping belly he glared at Dahlia, “Do I have a hard on? You know Eye should, but Eye feel like Eye’m having a full-frontal wedgie!”

“Link sausage.” She made a half inch measurement to share in his peter size. “Nice job at the Morgue.” She winked.

“Been spyin’ on me again you Peepin’ TOMBasina?”

“Can’t help it, I like your style.”

“Except when I knocked you up. You were pleading the fifth and sixth time.”

“Don’t remind me. Why do you think I moved up the food chain? Once Jeffrey here fills his tank, I’ll be the Queen of Hades.”

“When the bow breaks Beautiful! Until you’re crowned...” Deep sigh, “ ... wish this body had a crown.” Again, he searches for a penis but can’t find one, hoisting flab as if a bride’s wedding train. “You know the Boss isn’t happy, right? He likes it down there. Me not so mush. Where the fig is it?”