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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Anton was getting increasingly high as we drove to Miguel’s airstrip. His silence was heavy and it weighed on me like a wet blanket. He packed some shards into his bowl and when I turned my head I saw his eyes were dilated as if he’d put belladonna in them. “I don’t know if I can forgive you,” he said quietly.
“I know that.”
His hand that wasn’t holding the pipe clenched into a fist. I feared him so acutely in that moment. We arrived at the tiny airport and got onto his jet. It was paneled in steel and brushed chrome. The seats were velvet and leather. Black was everywhere I looked. Anton barked something at the pilot in what sounded like Arabic. I really looked at Anton’s driver then; he was gorgeous but then that didn’t surprise me, Anton would never have someone ugly work for him.
The man’s golden brown eyes were cold when he sat across from us. He was secretly watching Anton with a nervousness that I understood. “Where are we going?”
“Shut up, let me think,” Anton snapped.
“Tell the pilot to land in the nearest big city,” he said to his driver.
“And put on my song,” he added.
A minute later a haunting song came. “Wake and get dressed before your father hears us, don’t lose your nerve. Breathe, keep breathing. I can’t do this alone. Sing us a song, a song to keep us warm…”
Anton pressed the meth pipe in my hand and I hit it. He was brooding and I could the desire for my death was coursing through him. His driver came and sat back down. “He’s going to land in Bogota,” he informed.
Two hours later of tense silence we landed in a major airport. We disembarked and Anton was annoyed because he had to call a car service. We drove into a large sprawling city that was beautifully decayed. The houses were settled so close together that people had wires that connected their tenements which had their laundry drying in the sticky air.
We drove further in until we came to a barrio. Anton had the driver stop. He rolled down his window as two street walkers approached. One of them was ugly and the other one was too good looking for him to kill. He chose the pock faced one and motioned for her to get in with us. He addressed her in Spanish and flashed her a dazzling smile. We drove to a rundown motel and he got a room for us. Memories of Darla flashed in my head as he closed the door.
He asked her something in Spanish and she frowned but still gave him a cigarette. He sat down at the little table that was missing a leg. He was completely ignoring me. “Don’t you speak any English?” he asked clearly annoyed.
“A bit,” she said in a thick accent. “Do you have any drugs?” she asked with a hopeful expression.
“No sorry I don’t do drugs,” he said blandly. That was another thing about him, he didn’t give anything of his to anyone that he didn’t love or who wasn’t beautiful. Well he’d given Darla some crack just before choking her to death and hacking her up.
I got up and went into the filthy bathroom and locked the door. I was in there a long time. “If you don’t come and see this, you’re next,” he said through the door. Slowly I opened the door and saw he had tied up the hooker to the bed. He wore black gloves this time. His ever present backpack held a long knife and his electric saw. I watched frozen while he began carving her face and then repeatedly stabbing her. But just to make sure she was dead he finished her off by suffocating her with the pillow.
He glanced over at me. “This should have been you,” he said bitterly. “But you’re too beautiful to kill.”
“Anton please forgive me for he did to you,” my legs were trembling and I slid down the wall.
“I haven’t been fucked by a man since I was fourteen,” he unchained the dead woman and covered her with the frayed linens. He pulled out his mini bottle of gasoline and dumped it all over her body. Then he used pliers to rip out her teeth and his saw to chop off her fingertips. He put these gruesome parts of her in a garbage bag. Then he lit a cigarette that he’d found in the woman’s purse. He also got out her ID and put it on her bloody chest. He smoked the cigarette down to nothing and dropped it onto the body and she started to burn. “Come on,” he said taking me and shoving me out the door.
“What about the people staying in the rest of the motel, won’t they burn too?”
Anton gave me a dead look. “I could care less, if they are stupid enough to hang around.”
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a gun and when we got to the car service driver, he shot him in the forehead after pretending he had to ask him something. The he slid in the driver’s side after pushing the dead man onto the street. He opened the passenger’s side. “Get the fuck in.” I did and he peeled out and wove through cars expertly. He was just as good as Eric was. He seemed nearly relaxed now as if the brutal murder had eased something in him. “It’s OK,” he said turning to me, he patted my knee.
I found myself smiling at him and it sickened me. How could I still smile at someone who’d just brutally carved that poor woman up? We got back to the plane. “I’m taking you home now,” he told me sitting across from me as the plane launched into the sky.
He eyed me hungrily and I realized that I was still wearing the black teddy. He took my hand and led me to a big bed. “I want to fuck you the entire way,” he pulled the teddy away from fingered my unresisting body. I knew that I owed him my body, owed him the comfort of my pussy. He was brutal with me, hitting me again and again, it was nearly rape. I just lay there and let him use me utterly.
He took me over and over on the long flight home. He came again and again, sometimes shooting his spunk on my face, sometimes inside me. I had an orgasm the sixth time. He looked pleased at that. Just as the plane was descending he finally seemed sated. “That was so good,” he said wiping my face off.
“You need to shower, you smell like sex,” he led me into a shower and I was amazed.
“I didn’t think jets could have showers,” he smiled down at me. “They can when you’re as rich as I am.”
He started the water going and got in with me. He held me tenderly and began raining kisses all over my neck and shoulders. “Sex with you is fucking good,” he said huskily into my ear.
He turned my small body to face the tiled wall and entered me from behind. He fucked me for an hour or so before washing my body and hair for me. “I just can’t get enough of you,” he said wrapping a towel around me.
“And pretty soon I have to give you back to them,” a dark expression crossed his eyes. “If they weren’t my favorite people I would have them whacked and take you from them.”
“They will know about us the second they see you,” he said looking genuinely worried.
“Don’t worry Alcide would never let Eric kill you,” I assured him. He laughed.
“Sookie I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but Eric is totally insane and if he wanted to kill me in one of his black outs there’s nothing my cousin could do to stop him.”
We were quiet for a while and just listened to a lot of Radiohead songs. The plane touched down with the sun rising. I realized that I had lost the little bit of weight I’d gained in the last few days. “Did you remember to get my suitcase?”
“Yeah my driver got it,” he made a phone call. “Alcide it’s me,” he paused. “Yeah I got her,” he listened. “She’s fine, listen I need a ride, OK hurry the fuck up.” He stowed his phone back into his pants.
He went back into the jet and retrieved the suitcase. He handed it to me and I was shivering and he put his leather jacket over my shoulders just like a perfect gentleman. “I still love you,” he whispered.
“Same here,” I said and meant every word.
Alcide pulled up in Anton’s red corvette an hour later. Anton and I spent that time making out. He honked his horn and Anton got in the passenger’s side and I got in the back. Before pulling out Alcide turned to me and looked at me critically. “He didn’t do it again did he?” I knew he was asking about the gang rape.
Anton’s shook his head. “No I saved her from that much at least, but I think he still raped her,” his voice had such a raw sound that Alcide looked at him sharply.
“What did Miguel ask for in return?”
“None of your fucking business,” he snarled.
Alcide stared at his cousin and sighed heavily. “I think I can guess,” he said under his breath.
The drive home was long and tense. Alcide looked into the rearview mirror and our eyes met. “We’ve missed you pudding,” he drawled. And I could see that he really had.
Eric was on the back porch when we came up. He was smoking. He wore his work uniform; another expensive suit. He was drunk I saw as we came up the steps. “I lost the case,” he slurred out.
Alcide stared at him sadly. “I’m sorry.”
The blonde slung back more liqueur. We followed him into the house and he turned quite suddenly and hugged me tight against him. “Did it happen?” he asked Anton.
“No and don’t ask another thing about it,” Anton replied curtly.
We all took our familiar positions in the living room. “It’s good to be home,” I said giving my rapists a real smile. They smiled back at me with fondness.
Eric caught Anton looking lustfully at me and drew in a sharp breath. “You motherfucker,” he hissed. “You fucked her!” he screamed launching across the room at his friend.
Hey I know this chapter isn’t as shocking but I think it’s a decent bridge chapter. I will try to update once more today. Thanks for the reviews+)
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