A BLOODY LOVE

PART I: A Dream that was, and a Promise that can be...

CHAPTER 1:

THE VICTIMS

  He is aware of her. From past two days, she has been darting glances towards him, and he knew it. What he also knew is that, she knows that he knew it. The DJ changed the music, and she started dancing to it. Well, that's new. The past two days she's been visiting this pub and done a lot of things but dance. That's my queue, he thought.

 "HEY?" he shouted, to make himself audible above the party racket. "I am Vishant. I see you are a bad dancer?"

 "No," she replied, moving closer to speak in his ear. "It's just... I'm making some bad moves on purpose. I like it this way. Some wild fantasy, you could say."

  "That's new, and you are new, right?" he asked – moving a bit closer to her – in her ear. She nodded. "Well then, I didn't catch your name?"

  "Does it matter?" she asked, eyebrows raised, and took the whisky bottle from his hand. "Can I have a sip? Looks like good whisky."

  "It is," he replied, moving a little bit closer. "And yes, you can." She took a mouthful of the whisky and gave the bottle back to him.

  "Hmm, that is a very fine whisky," she said, leaning forward on his shoulder. "We don't have it this good in Hyderabad. Wherever did you get it? "

  "Can't say that, lady," he said, taking hold of her shoulder as she leaned against him.

  "Why... hmm?" she asked, drowsily, her full weight on him.

  "I'm a bit illegal, you see," he said, a bit uncomfortably.

  "Oh, you are?" she asked, coming into her senses and stood her ground, moving a little away from him.

  "Yes. Is that a problem to you, lady?" he asked, relieved of her weight on him.

  "No. I think, maybe, illegal is kind of sexy, don't you think?" she said, again leaning on him, but not pressing her weight. Is she suggesting it? Yes, damn it.

  "Well, it is. That's why I chose to be illegal," he lied, lifting the bottle to have a bit more of whisky.

  "Will you come with me? I have a car. We could go on a ride, and have lots of drinks, and... lots... more...?" he suggested, after flirting with her for some time. He took her arm in his and lead her out.

  He took her to the parking lot. There's no one around. Great, let's have it in the car, he thought. He opened the backseat door of his car and tried to get her in. She resisted, and instead threw him in the backseat. She made him lay on it, got on top of him, and came down towards him, to kiss – no, she didn't kiss. Then slowly, something passed through his throat.

  He choked on his own blood, struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. The woman, who was on top of him had passed a penknife through his throat, very expertly – like a doctor? The last conscious thing he experienced, before everything went dark – he heard her say, "It's nothing personal dear, and it is, too. You are a threat to my man. I must kill you, and anyone who is. Sorry."

  He died, struggling to live.

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  I must sleep to my left all the time, which was one of the conditions for me to have any chance for recovery. Other conditions that were suggested to me to follow were far worse compared to this one, though.

  My legs, I can't feel them, yet. She doesn't know if I could ever – but is very hopeful that I would somehow, someday, feel my legs and walk again. I do hope, too, for her sake. She's stubborn and won't let me die on her. Some possessive nonsense – or is it? – That I belonged to her. I always thought that possessing someone's soul is a bit supernatural pretense and I didn't believe in it, but when I'm with her, when I lie with her, I happen to think otherwise. Maybe it's not just any supernatural pretense; maybe we did possess each other's soul and, when I expressed my wish to die, she felt possessive and, told me that my life, from now on, belongs to her.

  "Are you alright, now?" Athiya asked, coming back from an errand. She put a hand on my forehead, checking my body temperature. "Hmm, you are still burning from fever, but you look a lot better today, considering last few days. You will feel fine in a day or two, I think. I mean, fever will be gone, at least."

  "For the small mercies, Bless the God," I said, adjusting my head with great effort to watch her prepare a syringe. Watching her intent in her work, made pains of my injuries lessen a bit. "When you are done with that syringe, would you please lie beside me, for a bit, maybe?"

  She turned around, without answering, went behind me, folded my apron upwards and injected the contents of syringe in my buttock. Then she came around and stood before me, adjusted me to my left properly and made room for herself on the bed and lay beside me, facing me. She bore a tender look mixed with something I've never seen in her.

  "I'm killing them," she said very softly, sounding as though she is expressing her profound love towards me, again. And she looked like it, too. Maybe she is expressing her profound love towards me, again, in a unique sort of way. Kind of touching and, sexy, I must say. "First, I'm torturing them, making them suffer, maybe castrate them, most of them being men. What should I do with the women, though? I can't castrate them, can I?" she asked with a look of mischief, but very much serious in her intentions. God, I've never seen her like this.

  "I don't know; maybe castrate their husbands or lovers?" I suggested, not knowing if she would do it. Her lip lopsided a bit, which indicated ruefulness.

  "Maybe, I would," she whispered, lining my lips with the tip of her fingers. "They almost did that to my future husband."

  "I don't recall anyone attacking my private parts in the fight." I said, laying my left hand protectively over my prick just to be sure that it was in-fact intact and well. It is.

  "They didn't," she said, tracing my jaw. "The injury to your spinal cord could have resulted in a permanent impotence— "

  "Oh? But I think I'm not, impotent, I mean. I'm sure." I said, again laying my hand over my prick and trying to rouse it. Not working? Oh no. It's not working.

  "No, don't worry," she said, watching the horrified expression that must have shown on my face. She laid a hand on my arm to stop my feeble attempts to arouse myself. "You will be fine with that, in time. I'm sure. I have run tests on that, particularly, just to be sure, that if we are ever going to have any kids in the future. And, we are going to. So, don't worry."

  "Oh? So, it's good then? Just one question, though." She nodded to go on with my question. "Will I still be able to please you sexually, even though I can't move my hips? You like me to be in-charge. Now, I can't. Best case, for a long time, and worst case, forever."

  "It doesn't matter," she said, sincerely.

  "Doesn't it?"

  "Not to me."

  "But it does to me." I said, surprising her.

  "Why?"

  "I can't take pleasure for myself without giving it to you." I said, again surprising her.

  "Well, I do like myself being in-charge, you must know. Just haven't told you, yet. So, don't bother about it," she said, excitement filled her face with anticipation.

  "Oh, so you do like it?" I said, letting my breath out. Horrifying thoughts cleared with it. "That's fine, then. And now about killing those people – "