Black Coffee

Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell

Boulder, Colorado

1929

     "Y/N! Please, I swear I didn't mean nothin' by it!  Let's just both of us calm down. It wasn't no big deal!"

      Oh my, how manners can be so quickly learned when cruelty turns to fear. Your fiancée, usually so suave and kind, stumbled backward as he worked to soothe your fury.

      "Careful my love. You wouldn't want to arouse my hysteria. I could go saying the wildest things to anyone in town. One or two girls claiming rape is one thing; the corroboration and testimony of your betrothed might spell trouble even for you." Your singsong threat seemed to catch him off guard, sharp eyes widening to match your smile. The knife in your hand pressed ever harder to his carotid artery with each step and your eyes sparked with a manic gleam.

     "Though I suppose there is no expectation of talk when one is in mourning." The words leave your mouth as you thrust the knife in to the hilt before jerking it towards you in an arc, blood spraying over your running makeup. This wasn't exactly the way you were planning on ending your arranged engagement, but you couldn't exactly predict when a man would decide to act more like a beast. All's well that ends well, though. You'd been planning to get rid of him long before the rumors of his misdeeds began circulating- an unremarkable brand of man, truly. All too common, the moron  was under the assumption that as long as no one found out, he could be as disrespectful and cruel as he desired. You were all too happy to show him exactly how right he was.

     "Oh my darling Roy, how ever will I get over you?" You flick your tongue out to taste the blood on your knife, humming in thought. Not the best flavor, but that didn't necessarily mean the meat was bad. Better to be safe than sorry.

     You pushed his torso, knocking the flabbergasted man to the dirty pavement below. The light was dimming in his eyes, and you allowed yourself the fantasy of your flashing orbs being the last image to take him to hell. You bend to the ground and place a chaste kiss to his forehead.

"May your suffering be exquisite, you piece of rotting shit."

     You watched as his body began to twitch its final thralls, before checking the pulse at his wrist and lifting from under his arms to drag the new corpse to the nearby forest. So thrilled with the success of your latest hunt, you failed to notice the shaking witness hiding behind a car.

     It took some time to drag the body to its planned resting place, but you reveled in a job well executed. Your patience was cultivated over an entire lifetime of conditioning- you'd had plenty of opportunities to practice. When finally reaching a small clearing, you allowed your body to rest for a moment.

     The slight chill to the evening air provided relief to your sweaty brow. Pinching the center of your soaked top, you pistoned the material to fan yourself. Now that the adrenaline was wearing down, tears began to flow for the second time that night. You hadn't gone through this in several years. You had always been so careful about being alone with your targets. But this time... This time he'd cornered you. And he got what he'd wanted. But afterwards he got what he deserved.

     Slowing your breathing as much as you could, you grounded yourself and took stock of your surroundings. The small clearing was far enough away from the street that it would take a while to find Roy. Technically, you could just leave him here and be done with your night. You deserved a little self care after the beating your body had taken.

      No. 'Be a good girl and finish what you started'  you think to yourself as you rise once again to bury your ex. At least you had already dug most of the grave. Four feet down would just have to work. You didn't have the patience to dig anymore. This is why you like to take your time with these things. Just a little at a time was perfect for your schedule and stamina.