Murder Medley: A collection of horrors

Maneater

A/N: This story contains blood, gore, mild sex scenes, and strong language

(Y/N) means your name

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The night was cold. It wasn't just a normal cold, like a winter evening. It was a thick coldness that enveloped you to the very core. You can feel it trying to enter your body like a parasite and wrap around you like a cold blanket of flesh. The street lights were dimly lighting the wet asphalt and the soft glow of the moon was like a break in the void. Like the night sky was a navy blue sheet and it had a perfect tear right in the middle of it. It wasn't a quiet night....well at least it wasn't going to be a quiet night. Alarms and signals were ringing throughout the busy city streets and there were glowing apparitions bouncing off the walls.

You sat in your car and waited. You weren't really sure what you were waiting for, but your gut instinct told you to come here. You were a wife, but you had no kids. Your husband was a gorgeous man. He had thick dark brown hair that was shaved on one side of his head. His bright blue eyes He was a perfect husband....well at least that is what you thought. He has been acting really suspicious as of late. He was coming home later, he wasn't as open, and you guys haven't had sex in over six months. It's not like you were old, or unattractive. You would suggest it and he would blow you off. You knew something was up when he didn't jump at the opportunity to have sex.

The flickering light from the motel sign provided very little comfort. You watched as another car pulled up into the parking lot. Two people, a man and a woman got out of the car. The woman had short blonde hair and a very sharp jawline. Her hands were roaming everywhere on the man. On the gorgeous man. On your gorgeous man. You watched as they met each other in a sloppy kiss right outside of the lobby. Your blood began to boil as you saw his hand reach down and grab her petite ass. Her hands trailed down and massaged him through his jeans. He escaped from the embrace and walked into the lobby to grab the key to the room. You watched the cunt check her reflection in the mirror and adjust her breasts to hang over her tight blouse. You looked down at the passenger seat and eyed the gun. His gun. In your mind you saw her blood spread around the wet asphalt. The bullet wound from her stomach spewed out the warm thick liquid like a hellish waterfall. He would walk out of the lobby and see you, his beautiful wife, leaned over the dead bitch.

He would be next.

You shook yourself from the dream and watched them enter the dirty room. You exited your car and walked over to the lobby. You saw the small lanky man behind the counter, the same man that handed your gorgeous husband the key to his demise. You smiled, as sweetly as you could and held up your gun. His small shoulders tensed up as the barrel of the gun was brought to his head. You see, reader, the gun was loaded, you had all intentions of pulling the trigger. You just wanted answers. You watched as his pupils dilated to small slits and he began to sweat, profusely. His answer came in small stutters and you couldn't even understand what the hell he was saying. You pressed the gun further into his temple and asked him sweetly. He barley muttered out the numbers "666."

How ironic. 666. As Iron Maiden said "The Number of the Beast." You almost giggled when he told you the room number. Perhaps you're his Grim Reaper; his angel of death. You stretched your body over the counter, smiling widely at the small man. You whispered a small thank you and shot him. The bullet entered right in his temple, an instant kill. Little patches of flesh spattered on your face and the walls. Blood bathed the naked white walls like a sickly sweet syrup. Small little flecks of blood laid upon your lips and you licked them.

"How delicious!" You giggled to yourself.
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You stood in front of the room, hearing that woman's shrieks of pleasure through the cheap wooden door. Looking down, you held the gun tightly in your hand. Looking up, you watched the dreary night sky. The stars twinkled and blinked, dancing around the dark canvas. 

"What a gorgeous night for blood"

You smiled and slowly opened the door. The noises of the city and that whore silenced any squeaks the door would make. The room was dark. The only thing you could see was a thin sliver of moonlight illuminating the affair before you.

She sat on top of him, his member deep inside of her. Her hands gripped his shoulders as her hips rocked back an forth. He began moaning. He began embracing her and he bucked up into her. She shrieked, letting him have his way with her. He jerked forward, letting out a long string of moans.

You felt sick.

You walked in, not even caring if your feet were thumping against the floor. You stood in front of the bed, they haven't even noticed you yet. How pathetic; how original. They didn't even notice you were there, waiting to strike. They didn't know that they were going to die. You smiled, bringing up the gun. Without a second thought, you shot the bitch in the back. 

Blood was everywhere. 

She fell dead, immediately. Your man; your gorgeous man, began to scream. The dead weight of her body  slumped on top of him as he struggled to push her off without injuring himself. He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up to his eye level. You watched in pleasuring awe as he sobbed over her body. Her back leaked and dripped onto their joined sexes. A small trickle of blood fell from her kiss swollen lips and her once lust filled eyes were hollow with death. He shrieked and threw her off, slipping her off of him easily. His attention then turned to you, his loving wife.

"(Y/N)? What the FUCK!" 

You just giggled and walked towards him, letting his eyes cautiously scan over you. You walked around him in a circle, eyeing him up and down. You took the gun and teasingly ran it over his exposed back. He trembled and leaned into your touch. You snorted distastefully, ripping your hands from his skin. He shivered and looked up at you with sad eyes. With unforgivable eyes. His hands began to reach out to you, begging you.

"Please....please forgive m-" 

BANG 

You shot him right through the hand. The hole was oozing with blood as his horror filled screams echoed against the night sky. You let out a cute giggle, watching him writhe in pain. 

"WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" 

You lifted your gun to his head and smiled, a cruel unforgiving smile.

"He made me feel important. He knew just what to say," You sang happily and threw your arm back, hitting him across the face. He yelped and grabbed his face, caressing it. You cackled and grabbed him by the back of the head. Tossing his head back, you lightly stroked his face. Your fingers lingered along his strong jawline, going down to his sculpted neck, then to his collarbone. Without a second thought, you brought your hand back up and slapped him hard.

He begged. He sobbed. He pleaded.

You just smiled, bring the gun to his temple.

"But you can bet your ass I really made him pay."

BANG