Strangers in the Night: My Broken Heart Prey Predator Read online

  Although the plan has worked, I still need to be inside her, all the time it seems, it's the only time my heart beats. I need my heart to beat a lot.

  The sheets are changed; I need to feel my heart. Take it, it's yours. Yes, it is, she is; mine to do with as I please. So I do, right there as it’s leaning over to fix the corner of the top sheet.

  I drive home in sweet surcease, not too rough now, but I need... No no Dylan later, just take what you need now, nice and easy, remember the plan.

  It mewls and tears at the bedding as I fuck with care for the first time in forever, it's head whipping around from side to side. It enjoys, the purple and yellow marks on its back and shoulders make my heart beat louder. I want, I want...what do you want Dylan? To possess!

  Chapter 5

  She's growing; I can see it now, that's me in there, only me. She's allowed more freedom now, though madness and anger disagrees. And when they come to visit, things change, but for now she can sit next to me on the couch.

  She's reading a lot lately to pass the time, when we're not doing other things. The buzz over her disappearance has died down somewhat, though there will always be someone searching.

  As these things are wont to do the interest has faded, it's no longer the main focus. Soon there will be something else that brings the focus back, but not now, must wait until the time it just right.

  And just like that anger is here; darkness descends once more. It drops the book, it knows, it's too slow, that's why it has such freedoms it's movements have become hindered by it's new girth.

  I grab it by its neck as it pleads with tearful eyes. No pity Dylan, no mercy, it doesn't deserve it from you, it lies with it's eyes, don't look.

  I take it down to the floor like an animal. I'm wet once more. There's a kick against my hand, the hand that I use to bring it closer to me.

  It makes me crave more, push deeper and deeper still. It screams, in agony or pleasure? I do not know I cannot tell, pleasure I think The darkness is complete I cannot see beyond the pain in my heart.

  Give it pain with the pleasure but do not hurt the other, there is a way. Yes the blood, I taste it again, it's been a long time since I bit and tore. It screams and I am wet once more, I pour forth my essence, spent, done.

  I push it away from me; it crumbles in a heap on the cold hard floor. I hate it, I love it, I want to rage, I pull my foot back…

  No Dylan what the fuck are you doing, have you lost your fucking mind? Who are you, where's anger, and madness?

  Seems to me you had enough of those two assholes; there's a new sheriff in town. Let's clean this shit up before you get all our asses in trouble, the fuck?

  By the way I'm Jason, at least I have a real fucking name, those two dead beats serve a purpose, but you can't hang with those crazy fucks too long know what I mean?

  Pick her the fuck up and make her stop that crying, that shit can't be good for little man. I do as he says; it feels right, feels…better. That's right bro, clean her up, get some water for her to drink.

  You get the fuck back, it's my time now, crazy fuck, no he doesn't need to be doing all that now, how's the plan suppose to work if you two fuck shit up? Anger and Madness my ass, more like crazy fuck one and two.

  That's right I'm running shit for a while, you two will be back in the driver's seat soon enough. Now get the fuck outta here. "Dylan?"

  "Yeah sweetheart?"

  "Thank you."

  Jason has been hanging around more of late, that's good; she seems more at ease these days. I don't like the other, when I see fear in her eyes. Fear of me? That can't be, there's nothing to fear from me.

  I must go out today, out there, where I almost lost my heart. I don’t want to, but we need things. It's almost time but, I don't want to leave.

  You can take those two fucks with you Dylan, not to worry. I'm sure they know exactly what to do. You go in and come out, nothing to it.

  I walk into the room where she is once again chained to the bed. There is enough length to get to the bathroom and back. There's food on the side table.

  Not for her the food, it's for the other, must keep the other fed. It's the plan. I walk over to feel it move around, I smile, it's the only time I smile anymore.

  That's me in there, soon I will see, I know what to do, I just have to go get some things together. She looks so ripe, so fuckable as she reclines against the pillow with her plump tits on display and the round hardness of her tummy beckoning me.

  My marks are starting to fade again, can’t have that. From not on she must always wear the sign of ownership. Her eyes are bright with lust, she wants me, but I do not wish to harm…

  Take her Dylan, you don't have to be easy, take as much as you want, feel your heart beat. Yes, my heart, I need my heart beat. I barely make out its nakedness through the descending darkness. I feel the wet though, the wet I understand.

  The wet grabs me and holds tight. The movement against my hand, the kicking of the other, spurs me on. In, out, in, out, faster, faster.

  My heart beats, "yes, yes, yes..." That feeling, I want that feeling again and again and again, I will have it, but first. My balls draw up tight as I fuck harder and harder. Its chains rattle as it thrashes around beneath me.

  Does it hurt?”

  No the bitch likes it rough. Can’t you feel how she tightens around you, how she’s moving that ass like wants to break you off inside her cunt for all time?

  I pound in and out as my balls erupt. My roar is loud enough to reverberate around the room. Our breaths mingle as we cling to each other, the sweat melding us together.

  I leave her softness, I hate to leave, things happen when I leave, bad things. Okay that’s enough; don’t go falling for her shit again, let’s bounce, we’ve got shit to do.

  I better get ready to go, it's been a long-long time since I've been out there. I make sure I look the same as I did the last time I left, or they make sure I look the same.

  Jason ordered the other two around until there was no more hair on my face, and my nails were pared. I looked...who was that, was that me before, what happened to me?

  I look back into the room where it laid asleep, it's beauty plain for all to see. No not all, just me, only ever me.

  Dylan, don't lose your shit bro, you don't have time; you need to run go get that shit we need and head back.

  Yes, I need to go so I can come back. Then I will deal with it, punish it for it's betrayal.

  What the fuck ever loony-toons you and those two assholes are a trip, now get your vengeful ass outta here.

  Chapter 6

  No one saw us, or if they did they did not recognize, which was good. I got what was necessary and left the place, I didn't like being away so long, it was an hour to and from the shack.

  My companions were rather quiet, it seems they only became animated when they were around...her. There was something there at the edge of my mind, something that wanted me to remember, but there was something else keeping me from doing just that.

  I got home while she was in the bathroom, she looked...sick. Something inside me moved, shifted. My heart beat differently, I must take care. There was a rending in my head, a tearing almost, and then…"Becca, are you okay love?"

  "Yes Dylan, everything's fine."

  "Why won't you look at me?" Why was she acting so strange, and where the hell were we?

  "Babe where the hell is his place, is this another one of your escape the paparazzi retreats?” I started to laugh, in the four years we've been together my girl had come up with some doozies in order for us to get away together, but this place had to be the worst by far. Who cared as long as she was happy that's all that mattered.

  "Dylan…?" Why was she looking at me like that, and why was she in character, why the hell couldn't I remember anything? I must've really tied one on last night. I had the headache to prove it.

  "Babe why are you looking at me like you never saw me before? What did I do now, was I gone too long?"

 
"No, no, you did fine."

  "Babe whatever part you're rehearsing for must be a beauty, you look like heck, and isn't that thing a bit cumbersome? I hope you don't plan on wearing it the whole time we're here, speaking of which how long are we here for?"

  She moved and the chain around her ankle rattled and something nudged at the edge of my memory. Dude, you're spazzing the fuck out, what, the fresh air pickle your brain or some shit? Why you asking her those stupid ass questions?

  What...who? My head was splitting in two, and Becca was still looking at me strangely. What the hell is going on? She looked almost...afraid.

  ***

  BECCA

  My poor Dylan, what have I done to you, how have I brought you to this? I'm so-so sorry. Please forgive me, if I could take it back I would, but I can't.

  I've destroyed you; a more beautiful spirit I have never met and I brought you to this.

  But maybe, maybe there's a chance, for just a moment there I saw you, you are still in there...somewhere.

  DYLAN

  My days are a cacophony of...madness? I'm beginning to realize that there is something very wrong, but what? Becca's pregnant, but I don't remember how, when, there's a void, I've lost time.

  She tells me it will all work out, I believe her; I trust her, don't I? Maximilian says yes, Jason says no, and the others just lead me into darkness. I don’t understand, Max and Jason are my names, but…

  Becca keeps a better watch on me now. She knows the signs. She plays the guitar of all things when she senses the darkness. That calms me; it soothes the wild beast that wants out.

  Jason has been lurking for the last two days, him and the other two, they keep telling me about the job I left undone. They said if I don't see to it it will destroy me, destroy us, but what can do that?

  We're solid, we're whole, we've always been Becca and I. We're getting married, shouldn't we be getting married, for the baby? I remember getting her the ring, where was it?

  "Becca, what happened to your ring?" Why is she looking at me like that again, I haven't seen that look on her face in a few weeks at least. It's because the bitch knows what she did; now you see?

  Blinding pain! I grab my head to stop it but it's too much. Things flash behind my closed lids. What’s real and what’s imagined? When I pick my head up I'm no longer me, I know it, can feel it.

  Can feel that other me trying valiantly to hold on. I reach for her throat; I will destroy her like she tried to do me.

  Go ahead; kill the cheating, lying bitch. We’ll just find another one. The red haze intensifies as my hands tighten. She kicks and shakes, her nails biting into my wrist.

  That’s why you shoulda left the bitch chained. I want to shake her, hurt her, I want…Do it come on, let’s get some of our own back, show her that you’re a man.

  DYLAN stop; do not listen. Look down Dylan do you see it? That's you in there, you kill her you kill you.

  I rock back on my heels. What's going on, why would I...

  Now they're fighting, Jason and Maximilian. If you don't let him finish what we started then I'll let him do her, it's one or the other. It will destroy him destroy all of us.

  The bitch already took care of that; we're nothing they took it all. No you're wrong, there's still hope all is not lost. You're such a pussy Max.

  And you're blind can't you see he still loves her? When I'm through he wouldn't spit on that whore if she were on fire. I won't let you win you know that don't you?

  May the best man win you fucking sap.

  I thought you were trying to help him Jason.

  I am Max, what the fuck do you think I'm doing here in this fucking dump? He can't exist in a world where they both still live.

  There's got to be another way.

  That's why I'm here, those two fucks came up with this hair- brained plan when I was otherwise occupied, now I got to fix shit. Well killing Amos Jones won't help the situation it will only make things worse.

  It will make me feel a fuck of a lot better; he touched what’s mine. Are you fucked or some fuck? How can I let him live? I won't let you do this.

  It's three of us and one of you Maxi baby, and you're half a pussy anyway, what you gonna do huh? Jason just smiled.

  Chapter 7

  Okay enough of this happy shit let’s go we’ve got shit to do. They wouldn’t stop. I can’t get them to stop. Becca keeps calling to me, but I can hardly hear her. My hands fall away from her and I step back. Without another word I turn and walk away.

  Did you bring everything like we said? That was Jason; he had taken the lead I think. Somehow I was more wary of him than of anger and madness, his was a controlled and cold purpose, I could feel it.

  Max was there, on the sidelines, watching, listening; just biding his time it seems like. I drove through the night with purpose, and yet not knowing. There was urgency to my movements, a sense of something pending that I had no knowledge of.

  Don’t start that thinking and second-guessing shit it’s too late for that. We came to a stop somewhere vaguely familiar. What was this place, and why do I know it?

  Somehow I knew it wasn’t a place that I was too familiar with, but there was something…I left the confines of the car in the dark and made my way to the shrubbery that bordered the home.

  There was a stillness to the night that seemed deeper than the dark as I lifted the bag onto my shoulder and moved onward. I reached the door and listened. The house was still, silent, asleep. I tried the door with no luck.

  What an ass, move out of the way. Jason took over again and within moments we were in. No, I’d never been here before, but somehow I knew it. The haze was beginning to form again as I covered my face with the black mask.

  Next were my hands, before I opened my bag of tricks. My movements were mechanical now, there was no longer any hesitation. I knew what must be done and I was ready.

  He was asleep in his bedroom, spread out across the sea of mattress in all his nakedness. The sight of him drove me to madness and I felt nothing as I took the first swing with the club that I had got from somewhere.

  There was no sound other than the exhalation of air when the blow landed to his head. The blood spray went far and wide. There was no emotion as I rained down blows upon his head. My arms grew tired…You have to stop now Dylan it’s enough, it was just a kiss, a simple kiss…

  Fuck that shit kill his poaching ass, the fuck…

  Think of your son, where will he be when you’re rotting in a cell? And for what?

  One last thing…I rolled the almost lifeless body over and retrieving the knife from its hiding place in the small of my back, went to work.

  ***

  There was blood on my hands as I drove back the way I came, but my mind was finally clear. With each mile that passed beneath the wheels of my truck the fog faded away, and Max was the last one to go.

  The anger was not the same, this I could control. I was starting to understand now more fully, it amazed me how much time had passed. My heart beat strong now, but for a different reason. I’m going to be a dad.

  She was in bed under the covers when I got back, her eyes opened in fear when she saw me. No doubt it was the sight and scent of blood that now covered me.

  “Dylan.” I held my hand up for silence before heading into the shower. I won’t go to her with his blood on me. In the shower I let the warm water wash it all away. The last seven months went down the drain as I washed the stench of the would-be usurper from me.

  I left the room and went to her. Without uttering a word, I pulled the sheets back. Her arms and ankles were still in chains though she hadn’t been tethered to the wall. For the first time in forever I didn’t just drive myself into her.

  I made my way down her body, sniffing her pussy as I reached between her legs. She smelt like me. I licked her softly, opening her with my tongue. This used to be my favorite thing. I could spend hours doing this with her and have in the past, before…

  I waited for the madness to de
scend but it didn’t. “I love the taste of you on my tongue.” I ate her pussy like it was a meal as she moved without fear. Her hand came down and played across my head. I can let my hair grow again I guess, she likes my hair.

  “Dylan…”

  “Soon my pet.” I remember the feel of her ass in my hands. I had missed this. When she came in my mouth, I nibbled my way along her hip to her navel and over the hard mound where my seed grew.

  When my cock was finally in line with her entrance, I was ever so careful as I entered her body. I held her eyes with mine as I reached for her hands and lifted them above her head. “I remember, I know what you did…shh-shh-shh, it’s okay, it’s over now, I’m back.”

  I moved gently inside her as her eyes filled up with tears. I licked them away before moving my lips to her ear. “If you ever betray me again, you won’t live to tell the tale.” I bit her before pulling back to look down at her. “I love you little Becca, my Becca.”

  Epilogue

  “Push Becca, push, good girl.” She was beautiful, even with sweat pouring down her face and her beautiful mane plastered to her head. She had a tight grip on my hand as she pushed to get my son out of her womb.

  I’d had a fight on my hands keeping the cameras out. Since we were once again America’s sweethearts, everyone wanted a piece of us.

  “Dylan I can’t I need to rest.”

  “Yes you can my beautiful girl, you can do it, I believe in you.” I kissed the rings that she now wore, the rings that told the world that she belonged to me.

  In the background a national syndicated news channel droned on. “In the news today, the world awaits with baited breath the birth of the firstborn of Hollywood super couple Mr. and Mrs. Dylan Constantine. As we all know, this couple has had their fair share of ups and downs, but in the last few months with a baby on the way and the wedding of the century under their belts, they have more than weathered the storm.