We Kissed the Blood - A Valentine Horror

Updated on February 8, 2018
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I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

Valentine Horror
Valentine Horror

The Death Couple - In Love

We were not your typical love couple. We were not the Carsons, we were not Bonnie and Clyde. We were not Judith and Alvin Neelly. No, we were better than them. We killed for a real purpose, we killed for a real cause. We killed to right the wrong, we killed for God and we killed for Glory. We were the Valentine Killers. We were always in love, always showing compassion towards each other. We gave each other roses after a kill, and always had a bottle of fine wine to celebrate the death of the unworthy. Valentine’s Day was very special for us. It was the day when we met, fell in love and got married. All that in one day, the moment when we both knew that we had the same calling, that we were meant for each other, and that we would cleanse the earth of the filth that these God forsaken humans produced daily.

In Search of Fulfillment

We had a black van with pink and red roses painted on the sides and back. It served many purposes. It was our love shack, our sanctuary of meditation, as well as the kill-mobile. This van had shared many horror stories with us. It knew our secrets, out wants, our lust, likes and our wrath. We had planned something big for us this Valentine ’s Day. We wanted it to be special as this would mark our five year wedding Anniversary and our six hundred and sixty six kill. It was going to be a classic. We had to find the right victim, one who we wanted to kill so bad, that doing it would make us reach climax.

We drove out of the city and headed into a small town called Fairhope in Alabama. There we played the happily smiling and loggerhead couple called Mr. and Mrs. Jameson. We wore nice bright colored clothes with straw hats and waved good morning to everyone we passed. But all this was just too simple scope out the right victim. Someone who never waved backed to us, someone who placed burden on someone else’s life simply because they could. There must be a rotten apple somewhere in this small town, and we were sure to find him, or her.

We stopped by a small coffee shop to grab a couple cream filled cupcakes and a couple cappuccinos. Then something caught our eye. A red flashy sports car pulled up inside the gas station across the street. This jock and his two pals jumped out and immediately began harassing the pump attendant who was chubby on all sides. The driver of the red sports car was very handsome and had good athletic body structure. His hair was gorgeous, but his soul was decaying. He began to harass the fat guy attending to the gas pump. “Hey, donut boy. Why are you standing around drooling at my car looking like a dumb animal? Fill up my car you ass wipe.” His friends began to laugh as they all headed into the store to buy beers. We looked on, we looked at this idiot belittling another being. We were anxious, he was what we wanted. He wanted to die and we wanted so much to kill him. After about five minutes, the Jock and his two tails exited the store. As he passed the pump attendant he slapped him across the back of the head and said. “Thanks man, now go find a pole to hug.” His friends began laughing again as they hopped into the car and sped off. We were pissed, we were angry, but now we had a victim.

Valentine Death Heart
Valentine Death Heart

The Worthy Flesh

We trailed behind this moron who took no note of the road codes as he broke traffic lights and took aim at pedestrians. He was out of control and needed the air pumped permanently out of his lungs. He headed down a long dirt where he let off the other two morons and then sped off. It was time to make our move. We drove behind him, sped up and rammed him in the back of his beloved car. He then pulled over quickly, flew out of his car and began to hurl a legion of expletives. My “helpless” wife then exited the vehicle and began to apologize. “Oh my God! I don’t know what happened. On minute I was texting someone and the next the back of your car hit the front of my van. You need to be more careful when people are texting you know.” He couldn’t believe what he just heard. He began to get infuriated. “Are you Psycho, you were texting and you slammed into the back of my vehicle?”

“You don’t even look like you could afford gas much less fix my car.” he began his feistiness.

"Oh my God, I don’t even have Insurance. I am sure there is something I can do to cover the damages?” Sanity licked her lips slowly.

He looked up and down at my gorgeous wife in her little shorts and beautiful tall legs.

“Tell you what, why don’t you give me a little sugar and we forget about it, deal?”

“You mean, right here? In the open?”

“Sure, yeah, why not?”

She agreed to give him a little sugar and lead him around to the side of the Van. I then slipped out the back, approached the bozo from behind and gave him a whiff of chloroform. We then threw him into the van and headed back to our sanctuary of death. After a couple hours had passed, the jock woke up.

“What, where, where am I? What the fu….hey untie me. Who is there? Who did this?” He began to shout. I moved out of the shadows and into the light so he could see me.

“Welcome friend. Welcome to the den.” I greeted him.

“Welcome to the wha...? Help! Somebody help me!” He began to bellow. My wife then moved out of the shadows and into the light so he could see her face. She made a sinister giggle and said to him, “Shout all you want, hot stuff, no one will hear you, no one will come to rescue you.”

“You, I know you. You were texting and bumped into the back of my car.” He stated.

“Really? Was I really texting? I never text and drive you fool. Don’t you know that leads to accidents?” We both started laughing, hugged and gave each other deep long kisses.

“You people are sick, you need help. Please, I can help you. What do you need? Money? I can give you a hundred thousand dollars just to let me go.” He begged for his miserable life.

“We don’t need your filthy money, all we need right now is your stinking soul.”

Valentine Murder
Valentine Murder

Blood, Love and Kisses

Sanity then slowly pulled out a meat cleaver which she recently bought just to use for this special occasion.He took one look at the blinding metal and began to cry his head off. He was getting pretty annoying so I taped his mouth shut.

“Look at you, you were really tough there abusing the fat dude at the gas station weren’t you? Look at you now, screaming like a baby and pissing your pants.”

Sanity plunged the cleaver in his right leg, His muffled screams gave me goose bumps as I was beginning to get filled with excitement and pleasure. She came around to me, pushed me into the chair, sat on my lap and kissed me. It was everything I ever wanted. Everything I needed. It was paradise.

“Come let’s do it together” she said. She placed my hand on the handle of the razor sharp cleaver, then she placed her hand on top of mine. “Let us cut this flesh together in celebration of our fifth wedding anniversary my dear. Let’s slice on the count of three. One, Two, Three!” We made a slow and clean cut from the top of his leg to the upper area of the knee. Blood was everywhere. She used her bloody hands to touch my lips gently, and I did hers. We looked deep in each other’s eyes and kissed with bloody lips and said together, “Happy Valentine’s Day my love”. It was great, it was pleasure some. As we cut we kissed, we kissed and cut, slice by slice, lips on lips. At this point, he looked as though he was going to pass out. But we did not want that to happen as we wanted him to be awake and aware when the angel of death came to pluck his soul away.

Sanity pulled the tape off his mouth and he vomited immediately. “Oh God, Oh God, no more please. Please I beg you, no more.” We whimpered and beg like a rejected mongrel.

“Sane, should we let him go? I think he learned his lesson honey. What do you think?”

“You know what, I think we ought to show some love this Valentine’s Day baby. Go ahead and release him.”

Sanity gave me a sinister look as she began to unbind his right hand. I walked on his left side as he was anticipating his freedom. Picked up the hammer and two six inch nails. Sanity then stretched out his hand to form a crucifix and tied it sharply. He had no idea what hit him when he felt the surprise pain of a hammer driving a large nail in the middle of his hand. His screams were deafening, his shivers were lovable. He bled magnificent. Sanity then stretched out the left hand to complete the crucifix. I slammed the rusty old nail in his other hand and again, the bellows of pain filled my ears. It was beautiful.

“Now my friend, we have made you closer to God. Don’t you think?" Sanity burst out with laughter. "You my friend is our special valentines kill. Our six hundred and sixty six murder. You are our blood sacrifice. You are our rejuvenator. And now, we will release your disgusting soul to Lucifer.” Sanity always had a little poetic thing to do just before she finished her victim. She placed her hands on the left and right sides of his face, bent over and kissed him on the forehead. She then slowly slid her razor from her hair, and graciously sliced his throat. He gasped, he kicked, blood gushed, and it was love. After the kill, we embraced each other. It was an emotional moment for us as this death marked a special moment. As I kissed the blood on her lips, she whispered softly. I love you my Valentine.

© 2018 Clive Williams

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      Clive Williams 7 days ago from Jamaica

      Thanks Flourish

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      FlourishAnyway 7 days ago from USA

      Wonderfully sinister. I loved this evil tale.

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      Clive Williams 10 days ago from Jamaica

      Hey Eric....it too shall pass

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      Clive Williams 10 days ago from Jamaica

      Happy bloodentine Frank!

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      Clive Williams 10 days ago from Jamaica

      Thanks Bill

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      Eric Dierker 11 days ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      OK. Not easy scenes to get out of my mind.

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      Frank Atanacio 11 days ago from Shelton

      wow this just had me craving for blood too..LOL I loved it bro..:)

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      Bill Holland 11 days ago from Olympia, WA

      Yuck!

      I love it!

      LOL

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