9 comments/ 28144 views/ 4 favorites Kiss of Death By: My Erotic Tail (This story was created at work with a fellow supervisor's creative imagination and my own. He created the demon, I created its tale. Written for Lucus. Thanks for the fun Luke) Kiss of Death (1) The Interview Begins "We're still not sure what caused his insanity but he is as humble and intelligent as ever. He still cannot be trusted though in a spark of a second he'll fly off and has killed 12, inmates and guards since his containment here at the asylum. Without warning he'll lash out?" Said the warden. Martin Anderson walked along the prison corridor in the asylum ward with the warden in silence. The warden was a big man and rambling about the Doctor's condition and ventures, that led to his capture and rehabilitation. "We're not sure exactly how many he has mutilated in all but he was sentenced to death for the 27 murders, of what they are calling the, 'Night Stalker," serial killings. These poor souls faces were ripped off and some of them totally mutilated. It's as if he played with their body parts till they finally died. The strangest part of it all is the victims had no pupils, their eyes were pearl white. No color to them what so ever." The warden continued. Martin continued to write in his note pad as they strolled slowly down the prison's hall. The large metal doors they passed all had small little windows of very thick glass for viewing. Martin was a small framed man with a black suit and tie. His dark brown hair was perfectly combed and his mustache trimmed nicely. His hands continually scratched in his pad while the Warden give the basic facts of the Doctors imprisonment. "Will I have to interview him through a window?" Martin asked. "No, he his shackled very well and expecting a reporter. He has given permission for you to interview him before his execution." The Warden said as he stopped in front of a large steel door. A guard was posted outside and the Warden gave a nod for the sentry to unlock it. The clanking of the keys into the metal door echoed in the hall. The door swung open and the Warden stepped to the side allowing Martin to enter. As Martin began to slowly enter the prison cell of the asylum wing, the warden gripped his arm tightly. "Stay at least ten feet away from him at all times and for God sake don't fall for his clever ways. A guard will be right here in case you need him, yell out. Please becarefull, but at the same time see if you can get any answers out of him. We have been unable to, perhaps he will take his story to his grave, but we're hoping you might get his confession first." The Warden released his arm and Martin turned to look deeply inside the prison cell. The spacious room was dim lit but he saw a chair had been placed in its center, obviously for his comfort. Martin slowly inched his way in to the room before he heard the clanking of the door behind him as it closed. Martin froze for a moment then saw a man's figure in the darkened side of the cell. Slightly hidden was his face, but his body still stuck out some from the light's reflection. "Dr. Reinhold?" Martin asked the shadowed figure that remained still in the corner. The man stirred a bit and the sound of chains jingled from his movement. Martins breathing was heavy and his heart rate was pounding. Standing unsure what to do, his eyes remained on the Serial killer, frightened. "I can...smell your fear," a deep and drawn out voice said from the corner of the room. Martin heard what he believed to be sniffing of the man's nose. He took a seat in the chair that was in the center of the room. Nervously Martin fumbled with his note pad and pencil. "Dr. Reinhold you have been found guilty of murdering over 27 people, what do you have to say about these charges against you?" Martin asked with a jittery tone in his voice. There was a long silence in the room. "What is your name?" A deep raspy voice came from the shadows. "Martin...Martin Anderson, I write for a National Syndicate, Dr. Reinhold and I was informed you ask for an interview. Your request was for a religious writer and I was called to prepare a statement of your confession I believe." Martin said fairly confident. "And are you a religious man, Mr. Anderson? Do you believe in God?" The deep voice of Dr. Reinhold asked. He still hid himself in the shadows of the corner, seemingly facing away from Martin. "Why yes," Martin replied. "So then you believe in Satan as well?" Dr. Reinhold asked slow and casual. His voice was drawn out and bellowed slightly in the cells acoustics. "Well, I presume so." Martin answered only a tad uncertain of himself. "Why? Does this concern you now that your execution is tomorrow?" Martin scribbled franticly in his note pad. "It has every thing to do with it, I've seen...HELL'S FURY!" Yelling and jerking from his seat as the chains that bound the Dr. rattled from his pulling on them to get closer to Martin. The Dr. slightly turned to Martin for the first time and Martin could see the disfigured facial features of Dr. Reinhold in the shadows. His eyes seem to glow almost golden, yet Dr. Reinhold pulled back into the shadows and Martin still couldn't get a good look at him yet. Martin become quite nervous at the Dr.'s unsettling. Fixed himself in his seat and glanced at the door to his side. "Dr. Reinhold, are you going to confess to these crimes?" Martin asked in hopes to shorten his interview somewhat. "You want my confession? Or would you rather the whole story?" Dr. Reinhold said with a bit more ease. The Dr. pulled back more into the shadows. His bellowing voice was much lighter and calm again. "Well, I presume the whole story would make your confession more justified, I presume." Martin said with pencil ready to write. "Justified?" The Dr. slightly snickered. "Presume?" He snickered again. "Martin Anderson, you'll need to grow you some balls if you want to carry the burden of writing my story." The Dr. become quiet and withdrawn. Martin's mind scrambled for a descent come back to assure he would get what he came for. "Well I see I am getting nowhere, 'Good day' Dr." Martin began to get up and leave. He was uncomfortable with his being here in the first place and his balls weren't going to grow at his request. He had almost gotten to the cell door when the Dr. replied. "SIT down, you want to know what drove me to what I am today?" The Dr. seem to be a bit unsettled yet willing to comply. Martin turned around and sat back down. Putting his pencil to his note pad and awaited the Dr.'s confession or comments. "Do you know anything about the Mayan culture Mr. Anderson?" Dr. Reinhold asked shifting slightly. "Not really Dr. why?" Martin asked with curiosity. "Because that's where it all began." The Dr. said with certainty. Martin seemingly scoffed but his ears perked to the fact the Doctor was willing to talk more. (2) The Secret of the Tomb The Dr. began slowly speaking, "It was 1959...I was called to Palenque, South America, by Doctor Keyser. Who was doing an Archeological dig there. He had found some encryptic writings that he was not familiar with and believe me, Dr. Keyser was the second best encryptor in the world as far as the Incas and Mayan cultures." Dr Reinhold was silent a moment and studied Martin, then began again. "He called me cause I was the best. He had sent me pictures of some writings in hope that I could unravel their meanings. I wasn't to sure of the writings and had to be sure that they said what I thought they had said. So I went to see for my self, for I believed Dr. Keyser had found the codex of the, Ah How." (Mayan Gods) Dr. Reinhold watched Martin carefully. Martin was scribbling away at his note pad then turned the page on the note pad and got a paper cut. The sting caused him to bring his finger into his mouth and his brow showed his pain. Dr. Reinhold growled and jerked his chains, aroused at the sight. Martins eyes flared and fear set in. The Dr. grunted and settled back in his seat uneasy. "Grr, I smell your pain." The Dr. said unsettled a bit, then resumed his story to get his mind off Martins injury. "Now where was I? Oh yes, the Codex. I arrived at the site and Dr. Keyser took me immediately to the tomb. Presumably the tomb of an 'Ah How' a God that was believed to come from extraterrestrial." Martin snickered. "You don't seem to understand Mr. Anderson, the Mayans believed in the fact that their Gods come from outer space or have you no knowledge of their beliefs?" Dr. Reinhold asked with a note of arrogance. "No, I did not know this," Martin continued to scribble in his pad. "Please, continue." "I approached the archway that Dr. Keyser and his team had dug up. It was some 140 ft below a temple that was used to worship, Cizin. Cizin (Kisin): "Stinking One"; He was the Mayan earthquake God, the God of death, ruler of the subterranean land of the dead. He lives beneath the earth in a purgatory where all souls except those of soldiers killed in battle and women who died in childbirth spend some time." Dr. Reinhold paused. Moved about some then began again. "The writings were hard to read but I could make out this of the codex: the Popol Vuh, a sacred book equivalent in sanctity to the Bible. Claims that The death God called Yum Cimil. He also could be called Ah Puch, the God of the Underworld. Dragged the suicide goddess that was called Ixtab to his layer. She was shown in a pictorial with a rope around her neck. The Mayans believed that suicides would lead you to heaven. Anyway, Yum Cimil had his way with Ixtab. To ensure his impregnating her, he tied her to two pillars upside down and fucked her every day, 13 times a day, for 33 days." Dr. Reinhold continued, "His sperm pooled in her woman hood like that of a cup, keeping it full. Till she was ensured a child from this God of death. Keeping her in the depths of this layer till she gave birth then he ate her flesh while she was still alive before her very eyes." "My word," Martin spat while writing franticly. "The child that was depicted on the Codex claimed him to be; a demon child." The Dr. said with a low grumble. "Dr. Reinhold, what does this have to do with you and your...situation?" Martin asked becoming a bit bored with the history lesson. Dr. Reinhold stirred uneasy, then moaned a low growls grunt. "You said that you were a religious man, is that correct Mr. Anderson?" Dr. Reinhold asked. "Well, yes," Martin answered quickly. "Well, according to this Popol Vuh, this demon child was raised by Satan himself. He never died and went to hell, Mr. Anderson. He was raised with demons and their teachings. His soul was so evil from both his parents wickedness, that Lucifer himself took a shining to this boy. Giving him the kingdom of hell and all its knowledge, including everlasting life. The escape from death." Dr. Reinhold paused to allow Martin to catch up with his writing. "What was the child's name," Martin asked as he come to a stopping point. "Well, now that was the writing we had trouble with." The Dr. proclaimed. "The letters read; 'thaed live eht.' It took me days of study till we figured it out." The Dr. paused till Martin had finished his writing again. "What was it?" Martin asked with a curious tone in his voice. "Well, I dare not say just yet, the words to this day make me quiver, for deeper in this tomb lay a darker secret." Dr. Reinhold said. "Oh?" Martin settled in his seat from the stiffness. "This demon child learned as much as the devil himself. The devil fearing that the child had learned to much already sent him back to earth thousands of years later in hopes that he would die somehow, perhaps naturally, then Lucifer could have his soul in his control. For remember this child had not died yet." Dr. Reinhold swallowed for his throat was becoming raspy. "The Gods on Earth saw a great purpose for this child, only he wasn't a child any longer and they employed him to do their dirty work. Killing other Gods that were to powerful, the politics of the gods, hey Mr. Anderson." The Dr. chuckled for the first time in a while. "This living demon had learned how to become stronger with each life he took. His transformations in hell from his so called experiments of everlasting strength as he called it, made his body hideously deformed. He lurked in the underworld till darkness then did the gods bidding. But with ever kill he made, he became tremendously stronger till even the gods feared him now." The Dr. chuckled again. "The gods and the devil himself feared this...demon-man." "You read all this from this excavation?" Martin asked still writing furiously. "This took about a week to piece together from the cryptic writings of the codex Dr. Keyser found and the pictorial in the subterranean tomb of the God of death, Yum Cimil. The workers were still digging deeper as my associate and I pieced together this version of the Popol Vuh; the Mayan bible." Dr. Reinhold yawned then stirred in his seat causing his shackles to rattle. Martins head perked up from his writings then continued. "Then it happened," Dr. Reinhold's voice become a bit startled. His chains rattled from his movement in his chair. (3) Terror Reigns "...The workers cried out from the depths of the tomb. The earth shook as though it were an earth quake. Derbies fell from the tavern like tomb so we all scattered quickly to the surface. We could hear the cries of the workers from deep within the tomb but no one dared to enter while the ground shook from the so called Earth quake." The Dr. was sitting straight up his seat. Martin could barely see the disfigured form of Dr. Reinhold's face. The hideous look made him dart his eyes back to his pad and write vigorously, even more. "Your fear is a scent I adore," the Dr. said in a mischievous tone. Martins eyes never looked up but his fear grew with every breath. The Dr. was making him a bit nervous. "Dust bellowed from the opening of this tomb, months worth of work gone we presumed. My assistant was a lovely lady, Miss Tankersley. She was in her mid-twenties and very pretty. She was standing next to me watching this tomb enclose. When...it came out." The Dr. become silent. "It? What was...it?" Martin's curiosity peaked. "thaed live eht," The Dr. spelled the words out again. Martin didn't write, he just starred at the Dr. "What is...'thaed live eht.' "Martin asked. "Put it to a mirror. The words are reversed." Dr. Reinhold mumbled. It took me a very long time to figure out why too," The Dr. proclaimed with a heavy sigh. "But that didn't help Miss Tankersley, the poor dear." "What became of her?" Martin asked curiously. "This creature was a fright to see, I ran behind a truck and seen the whole thing before my eyes. The evil death, grasped her in his hands and lifted her before him and starred deeply into her eyes as she screamed bloody murder. This creature fed off her fear. The more she scream the more he enjoyed it. It had a tail similar to a scorpions, long and crooked at its end. His body was large and muscular like that of a gorilla only his skin was almost pasty gray. Holding her up off her feet as she kicked and screamed. A man behind me had a pistol and shot several times but his shaking hands didn't allow a descent shot." Dr. Reinhold turned in his seat. Then continued. "Almost everyone ran for the woods at the sight of this man like creature. I couldn't believe my eyes either. I was like you once Mr. Anderson. I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes." "My God man this can't be real. How come I never heard of this?" Martin asked in slight disbelief. "Why do you think I'm in an asylum, Mr. Anderson? Ask yourself that question and you'll find your answer." Dr. Reinhold said with a hateful voice, grumbling. "This man-like-creature tore her to shreds slowly dragging her off and kept her alive to feed off her fear. His mouth was like none I had ever seen before. Like an aardvarks only shorter, seemingly a small opening with four crack like slats that were fixed as an X. You will never phantom why Mr. Anderson." The Dr. said in a wicked tone. "Why?" Martins interest perked while still writing feverishly. "We found Miss Tankersley a week later," Dr. Reinhold purposely avoiding Martins question. "I called out a Mercenary named Rick Blaine. Ever heard of him Mr. Anderson?" "Can't say I have," Martin replied. "Rick Blaine was a world renowned Hunter of everything. His specialty being men on the run, a tracker and ex-soldier. He came with a squad of six men to hunt this creature and find Miss Tankersley at my request." Dr. Reinhold shifted in his seat. "We found her, only after finding seven other disfigured bodies first. Their faces were like they had been ripped apart from the inside out. They all had three strange but similar features to their deaths. The faces were disfigured, a puncture wound to the back of their heads and..." Dr. Reinhold paused for a very long time. "What was that?" Martin asked as he wrote. "Their eyes...were...white. There was no color left in them. They had their eye balls but the iris was not colored blue, brown or green. They were simply white. As if the color had been sucked out of them." Martin looked up from his scribbles. Starring into the dark corner that the Dr. sat in. "Rick Blaine was a husky man and his death squad as they call it brought the bodies back to the site where Dr. Keyeser and I worked relentlessly to open the tomb again. The men inside were buried alive for all we knew. The answers we needed to figure out this demon lay in its depths. We knew this and did all we could to get back into that tomb. But every day a new body was found reminding us that there was a creature created by the gods and Satan himself running loose on this earthly plain." "You know Dr. Reinhold, this would make a great fictional story but..." Martin was cut short. "This is not... FICTION," Dr. Reinhold jerked his shackles at their length in anger. Showing more of his disfigured face then slowly descending back into the darkness of the corner's shadow. "I apologize Dr. It's just that this is quite a tale." Martin said with due respect and fear. The Dr. sat in the corner, his nostrils flared and the sound of him taking deep breaths through his nose could be heard very clearly. "Awe... I love the smell of fear," Dr. Reinhold said mumbling as if he was pleased with Martins shaken voice. Martin looked at his watch as if looking for an excuse to hurry to the end of his interview but he dared not say anything that might show his anxieties. "I had been reading the Popol Vuh for days and figured out that the gods feared this demon so much that they figured out a way to capture it and hopefully kill it. Only how do you kill something that has been blessed by Satan to live forever?" Dr. Reinhold turned in his chair. Tiring from his lengthy sitting and binds. "Did you figure it out?" Martin asked with intrigue. "I learned that they baited this creature with a young female. For woman tend to become frightened more easily and to greater degrees. They bound her in this tomb for days, stripped her of her clothing and tortured her to some point to create fear and pain. One of the demons weaknesses was he loved and fed off human fear like an addiction." The Dr. drew a deep breath and held it a moment then sighed. "Did this work for them?" Martin asked with an interested tone. "Oh yes, it was the only way to lure him back into the tomb. The woman was helplessly used, her life was the sacrifice they needed. If you know anything of the Mayans Mr. Anderson is they were firm believers in sacrifice. It was like a ticket to heaven to them. But this poor girl must have been truly frightened to bring the demon back into a certain demise." Dr. Reinhold moved and rattled his chains trying to bring back a certain level of caution in Martin. Kiss of Death "They trapped this demon in this tomb that Dr. Keyser had discovered. Enclosing him in as he fed on this young woman. Casting the correct spell to keep this non-dying creature that Satan himself created, enclosed forever...or so they thought. The words 'The evil death' was encrypted backwards on his tomb to keep him bound until they fell from the excavation in 1959. We should have figured it out, they left enough signs. We just don't believe in such things, ain't that right Mr. Anderson?" Dr. Reinhold asked with a quirk in his voice. (4) The Kiss of Death "Rick Blaine and his men had tracked this demon-like-man to a cavern in the forest of the Ti pak tu. The sacred grounds of the Goddess of fire. Rick didn't believe in this mythological creature no more than you do Martin. You should find some comfort in that. But he was loosing men to this creature almost daily. He said he could hear their cries for someone to please kill them for as far away as a half mile. They would find his men with their hearts hanging out of their chests. They found one poor soul with his feet around his ears and still intact. Bent like a pretzel pleading for death. Garbled from his face being ripped apart in some gory way." Silence fell upon the corner of the asylum cell in which the Dr. sat. "Do you know why their faces were so disfigured Mr. Anderson? Of course you don't." The Dr. said as Martin didn't have time to answer. "This creature was winning the battle with no way for us to kill it. Rick had shot it with 44 magnums, thrown handgranades at it, trip wires with explosives. Nothing seem to work, we could injure it but then it would resurface the next day. It seemed hopeless. Even Rick himself was getting concerned that he had met his match. The most feared man alive at that time. Nothing short of an army was needed but try to get the South American government to chase a mythological monster was nothing short of impossible." The Dr. said with a frustrated note in his voice. "So what did you do Dr. Reinhold? Obviously your here, something had to work." Martin said as his pencil quickly ran across the pages of his note pad. "Death, Evil...death was the only way. We had to do as the Mayan Gods did, use bait and trap it." Dr. Reinhold said sadly. "Sacrifice someone to get it into a tomb forever as the Gods had done thousands and thousands of years ago. The problem was...there was only Rick and my self left to capture it. Dr. Keyser left, scared out of his wits. If I had it to do all over again I would have too. Knowing millions would die but I didn't, I had helped to release this vermin. I was bound to do what I could to save millions of lives." The Dr. sighed heavily. "I had only seen the demon-creature once when it took Miss Tankersly. Rick on the other hand feared for his life wisely. He had seen what this creature could with stand. He had witnessed the creatures true intent. It grew stronger and stronger every day, there was no way to kill something that couldn't die. We had to entomb it again." "The tail of this demon was like that of a scorpion. Its purpose...while it put its small snout like mouth deep within its victims mouth it would then spread like a vise. Cracking the jaw and spreading wider and ripping the front of a humans mouth wide open. Its X like lips opened to a great width. Tearing the face widely apart, the sounds of blood and wet tissue messing and muscles ripping apart at the seams. Only then did the scorpion like tail whip around and stick with precision in the back of the neck penetrating the skull and driving deeply into the brain. While its mouth opened inside its victims. You know why Mr. Anderson?" Dr Reinhold asked. "Ooh no," Martin answered with a note of fear. "The human soul lies directly behind the eyes. This creatures tail struck deeply into the brain to drain the human of its adrenal fluids. Its mouth opened wide enough to suck and eat its way through the upper part of the mouth to the soul, behind the eyes. It literally ate the soul out of a body, giving it the power of that person added on top of all the people and souls it has accumulated in total. This is why there was no color in the eyes of the dead bodies we come across." The Dr. stirred and his shackles rattled. "What did you call this demon, 'The Evil Death?'" Martin asked while writing feverishly again. "Do you know what the word 'Penitence' means Mr. Anderson?" The Dr. asked. "Ooh not exactly." He replied. "Regret, 'Lucifer's penitence.' The encrypted pictorial mentioned Satins regret. For even Satan himself regreted developing such a man. Lucifer feared and probably still does, for this demon could take over hell. If it were allowed to continue building strength and gathering souls. No telling what might happen." The Dr. got quiet in thought. "Damn-nation," Martin spat. "Exactly Mr. Anderson which is why Rick and I felt compelled to do all we could to stop it even if it cost us our lives. We pulled a local woman into the layer of a cave near the falls of the fire goddess's forest. Yes we took her unwilling but we knew the demon couldn't resist a woman screaming in pain and fear. We figured one life was worth the sacrifice to save so many." Dr. Reinhold spoke with regret and in a saddened tone. "You couldn't begin to understand my regret or my reasoning. Not sitting from that chair. It worked though, the luring. We were in wait for a long time and were not paying attention when the demon come to feast on the woman's fear and soul. Rick Blaine and I hid patiently for a day behind some rather large boulders. When the demon-man began to give her the kiss of death. Its mouth to hers and its tail swung around and stuck her in the back of the head. Her jaw cracked loud enough that I heard it from where I was. Her screams were muffled from his mouth being inside hers, opening wide. Rick ran towards the creature with his tranquilizer gun and got to a fair spot and shot the demon in its massive shoulders." "You witnessed this?" Martin asked with an attentive ear. "Oh yes, The demon-creature dropped her to the ground and turned towards Rick and in one leap was all over him. Pulling him apart at the arms then driving its hand into his chest and pulled out his heart and feasted on it while Rick was still alive and the heart still beating. I was froze in my tracks, I should've done something right then and there." The Dr. paused as he reflected on the memory. "What did you do Dr. Reinhold?" Martin asked curiously as he stopped writing to see that the Dr. was remorse. "Nothing, I was to frightened to move. The demon dropped Rick like a rag doll and took two long steps towards me and grabbed me with a strength that was unmatched by any force I've ever known. Starring me directly in the eyes with a most wicked grin from its very small mouth. I saw the X shaped mouth crack a smile as its eyes flared at the brow. It pulled me very slowly, watching my ever movement as if it were waiting for me to cry out. I couldn't even scream I was so frightened." The Dr. turned slightly in his chair and settled back into the shadows. "Your here today what happened?" The journalist asked as if on the edge of his seat. "It kissed me." Dr. Reinhold said softly. "What?" "Not a passionate kiss mind you. It was the beginning of the kiss of death. Its mouth came to mine and slowly entered my lips with its. Its eyes were open wide as were mine, I swear I could see evil in its golden colored pools. Eye to eye with death Mr. Anderson, I don't think I could explain it to give the act justice. Its mouth was hot and its breath even hotter. Its lips moved deeper into my mouth forcing my tongue to the back of my throat and spreading wider slowly." "My word." Martin gasped. I don't think words can describe it properly. My jaw bone cracked with such pain running thru my body. Its massive hands held me so tight my shoulder blades broke and I pissed in my pants. I have never told any one that. Well, I've never told any one any of this. But tomorrow I will die for my actions and I except that. The truth being I was petrified. I felt its slender tongue lapping the blood that I gargled on as it opened my mouth as wide as a cantaloupe. My lips split in so many ways I couldn't count the directions. My mouth was so full of blood I couldn't breath." The Dr. paused in thought. "How did you survive?" Martin asked curiously. "I have no idea how my body didn't have a coronary right then and there. I saw the scorpion like tail raise high and poise for its strike. Its eyes narrowed and pierced my mine with intensity. I felt its tongue pushing into the roof of my mouth with such force that I felt it split as its tongue tried to get into my brain, behind my eyes." The Dr. said. "Then what?" Martin asked, he hadn't written a word in a while glued to the Dr.'s words. "I seen his eyes blink a few times and it shook its head. They became slightly unfocussed and it withdrew from my mouth and staggered back dropping me. Confusion and blurred vision over took it. The tranquilizer dart still stuck in its shoulder. Its massive size just took it awhile to take effect. I crawled with one arm as my other was shattered from its grip. I spit blood and gasped for air while I pulled my self like an inch worm on the floor of the cave. Looking back and seeing this creature stagger slightly and shaking its head. I didn't look back after that." The Dr. pulled against its chains then resettled in stillness. "You crawled out of the cave? What of the demon?" Martin asked with excitement in his voice. "Yes, I crawled and crawled, I never looked back. I reached the opening of the cave and pushed the detonator for the explosives that we rigged inside setting the blasts to discharge. The sound was deafening. I was pelted with flying rocks and stones and a boulder rolled over my leg breaking it. I thought I was dead for sure," The Dr. stated. "And sometimes wish that I had died right then and there." "Dr. Reinhold, that is some story." Martin proclaimed. "Mr. Anderson..." The Dr. paused. "That was only the begining." (5) The Feasting Begins "The Creature was buried right?" Martin asked curiously then scribbled in his pad. "Oh yes, it was back in the depths of the underworld once again. The blast was heard for miles around causing the earth to shake as if the gods themself added a few blasts to seal that cavern. The locals came to see what it was that had exploded and they found me at the entrance. I was near death to say the least." "My lord Dr. Reinhold, your lucky to be alive." Martin spat. "I laid in a hospital for weeks recovering when it began." The Dr. become silent. "When what began Dr. Reinhold?" Martin asked. "A young nurse had come to check on me as she always had in her rounds. She was a raving beauty, her breast stretched her white blouse like a pillowcase to small for a pillow. I am a man Mr. Anderson and we tend to notice such things. Her scent stirred me, it was a lavender smell and faint but always present when she walked by. My senses were stronger than normal. Especially my sense of smell. I was walking around the hospital one day when she walked and didn't smile. Fear was present in her glance for I didn't have any lips or half a face." Dr. Reinhold paused. "This is why you prefer the shadows?" Martin asked and wrote in his pad yet his eyes darted several times to the dark corner the Dr. sat in. The Dr. grunted a, "Yes." Pulling on his shackles again for comfort. "This nurse 'Squealed' as I grabbed her uncontrollably. I had no control over my urges to have her. I held her mouth and drug her into a room and ripped her clothes from her. It wasn't me or well it was me but I didn't know why I took her to this room. The more she screamed the more I relished in her fear. I placed my mouth to hers and sucked her tongue hard. I presume I was trying to feast on her fear or tongue I didn't know which, both perhaps." The Doctor become silent. "Was she the first of the 27 they claim you killed Dr. Reinhold?" Martin asked knowing the answer. "Twenty-seven?" The Dr. snickered. "I don't have any marks on my bed post Mr. Anderson. They have tried me for these and I submit. Women tend to be more fearful, I don't quite know how but a part of that beast lives with in me. The urge over comes me mostly when I smell something that is delightful, only to bring it to fear." The Dr. admitted. "That's interesting Dr. Reinhold. Your a very learned man, you must have some theology to a reason?" Martin asked inquisitively. "This demon that was made from the gods was in the process of taking my soul, Mr. Anderson. Its fluids entered mine while I bled. I must have soaked up its life force, DNA, blood line, virus, cell structure or even its essence. I feel the demon in me when a smell brings my urges to an uncontrollable level." The Doctor sat quiet while Martin wrote rapidly. "Are there more than 27 that you have...killed? Plus they say you have killed 12 more while you have been imprisoned." Martin stated. "Your hung up on numbers Mr. Anderson. Would it be any different if I were being executed for a hundred people?" The Doctor asked. "I suppose not. Please continue." "I have raped men and women uncontrollably Mr. Anderson and I don't know why. Other than their fear and pain excites me. I feel the need to feast on their flesh before their eyes to draw their fright to an extreme height. I haven't stop to count their numbers." The Dr. chuckled at this thought. Martin raised an eye brow to the Dr's curious humorous smirk. "Will you be attending the execution tomorrow Mr. Anderson?" Dr. Reinhold asked. "I wasn't planning on it but in light of this tale you proclaim..." "TALE?" Dr. Reinhold become enraged and pulled tightly at his shackles. Stirring quickly and sitting upright in the shadow of the corner. "Well, I apologize for my choice of words." Martin become a bit frightened at the Dr.'s sudden anger. The Dr.'s nostrils flared as he took a long drawn out breath. Then exhaled and sniffed the air. "Ahh, I love the smell of fear." Dr. Reinhold leaned forward for a better whiff. "Your frightened by a bound convict Mr. Anderson?" The Dr. chuckled then settled back in his seat. "GUARDS," Martin yelled. "I think I got what I was after. Thank you for requesting this interview Dr. Reinhold." Martin said and quickly got to his feet and hurried to the door. The Dr. laughed slightly. "But you haven't heard every thing Mr. Anderson." Dr. Reinhold stated with a chuckle. The door opened and a guard stood waiting for Martin to exit. "The demon is buried, you've admitted to the murders, what more could there be?" Martin asked watching the Dr. with caution. "Come closer," The Dr. encouraged with a slight whisper. Martin walked as far as his seat and stopped. The Dr. leaned forward a bit almost in the light. Martin couldn't resist getting a good look at the Dr. and edged slightly closer. "Not to close there sir," the guard said with a stern voice. "What is it Dr. Reinhold?" Martin asked while leaning to get a better view. The Doctor leaned forward in quick jerking of his shackles lunging towards Martin as far as his chains would allow. Showing his face fully. The Doctors X shaped mouth and golden eyes flared wide. His horrific disfigured face shone brightly in the rooms illumination. Martin gasped as he withdrew backwards almost falling over his chair. The Doctor laughed and began sniffing wildly. Pulling at his bound hands and feet. "He he he," the Dr. snickered. Martin turned fully and was almost out the door when the Dr. finally spoke again. "Mr. Anderson." Martin stopped and stepped back slightly into the cell room. Glanced at the hideous form of the Dr.'s face. "Yes." "You don't seem to understand one thing," the Doctor added. "Oh, and what's that?" "Perhaps not all my victims perished." The Doctor said with a very serious look on his face. Then began laughing loudly as he sank back into the shadows. The look on Martin's face was priceless as the Doctor's words soaked in. Then he left the asylum cell room and the guard shut and locked the door. The sound of a demonic laughter rang out down the hall as Martin Anderson left. "HA HA HA HA ..." The End! Kiss of Death Was it a dream? I'm not sure. But, perhaps I should give a bit of background first, for, in so doing, I might be able to understand. To begin with, I arrived in Vichy at dusk, and it seemed the townspeople had already begun to shut their doors and windows, to pull across their drapes and shutters. How odd, I thought, for them to be doing this so early in the evening. This was also the height of the tourist season, and I had begun to think that it was going to be impossible for me to find a place to stay for the night. However, through the kind intervention of Mademoiselle Lapin, the young lady who traveled with me to this place, we found lodging at the Hotel Rose. As it happened, the hotel was almost filled to capacity, and the concierge wondered if Melanie--Mlle Lapin--and I wouldn't mind sharing a room. I was quite taken aback by the inquiry, at first, since I'd never before shared a room with anyone. However, Melanie seemed to be quite pleasant after we boarded the coach, and said that it would be all right with her. If there had been more rooms, I probably would have insisted on my own, but in light of the circumstances, I relented. It wasn't a terribly large room, but there were two single and very comfortable looking beds. " Do you wish to bathe first, Amanda?" asked Melanie, after we put our suitcases away. " No, you go ahead," I replied. "I'll catch up on some of my diary entries." " Tres bien --- very well." As Melanie went to run her bath water, I retrieved my diary, and began to record the highlights of the day's trip from Paris to Vichy. Eventually, Melanie emerged from the bathroom. She had a beautiful dark red satin robe wrapped about her, and when she undid the towel wrapped about her head, a mass of dark black hair tumbled down across her shoulders. Even without makeup, she looked quite attractive and I wished I possessed such natural beauty. "I took the liberty of running your bath," she said. "I hope you don't mind?" "Oh, no, of course not!" I exclaimed. "Thank you." I rose from the writing desk, and then sauntered into the bathroom. My thoughts were centered on what I hoped would be a relaxing soak. I shed my clothes, folded them neatly, and lay them in a small pile on the toilet lid. I stepped into the tub. I smiled. Melanie had adjusted the water to just the right temperature. I sat down, let the water cover my body. I closed my eyes, and let the heat soothe my aching muscles. A short time after relaxing in the water, I became of a strange sensation. As if someone or something were watching me. I glanced around. Nothing. No one. I seemed to be alone. I shivered involuntarily, even in the heat of the water, and then decided to get out. As I rose from the water, I happened to glance at the bathroom door, which, in my haste to have my bath, I had neglected to shut. There, standing quietly, Melanie gazed at me. I noticed immediately that her robe was open. The shadow of her breasts and the dark triangle of hair showed plainly. I gasped, and reached for my towel so that I could cover myself. "Amanda---" I glanced up at Melanie. Her eyes caught mine almost immediately, and they seemed to shine with a light not reflected from the bulb in the room. It was then that time and reality seemed to shift. I don't know whether what happened next was a dream or not. But somehow, the sound of her voice, and the look in her eyes held me in some inexplicable grip. The towel dropped from my hand. I stepped slowly out of the tub, and approached Melanie as she opened the door and backed away. Involuntarily, I followed. Her red robe slipped from her shoulders, the milky white of her flesh almost glowing. She reached out to me, her long fingers tracing a path along the ridge of my collarbone to my neck, there to meander down to my left breast where her fingernail scraped a circle around my nipple. It responded almost immediately, protruding and hard. Still Melanie kept her eyes fastened on mine. I could not, did not want to look away, but I saw from my peripheral vision that her tongue, pink and wet, traced a line around her lips which opened slightly. Her white teeth glinted behind them. She drew close to me. The softness of her flesh against mine--it was cold! Then her lips, those chilling lips, lightly touched my own; her breasts gently stroked mine; her hands embraced my shoulders as her mouth slid down my neck. My skin trembled as she circled behind me, her hands moving down to cup my breasts, squeezing them, kneading them. I closed my eyes. I wanted to pull away, and yet I dared not, for I felt that a greater pleasure was yet to come, and I did not want to miss it. The coldness, the wetness of her tongue flicked against my neck, lapping at the saltiness of my perspiration. Now her fingers trailed down my belly, curled into and round the tendrils of hair that covered my sex. I shivered again and felt her cold breath upon the wetness of my neck. Then, as a finger pushed through the folds of skin and found the very nub of my physical being, I felt two pricks upon my neck, two needles almost imperceptible as I was lost in the heightened sense of pleasure brought on by the ministration of her finger upon my bud. And, with each gentle but firm stroke downward and upward, I heard soft sucking from her mouth on my neck, the downward draft of hot air from her nostrils. Such excitement filled me--the sensation of her mouth upon the line of my neck, her slender finger deftly building my ecstasy higher and higher until I could take no more. I cried out my release even as I felt consciousness slip from me. I knew nothing else until I woke but a short time ago. And I would have believed it to be a dream were it not for the two marks upon my neck that I see in the mirror, and this unshakable desire to be with Mademoiselle Melanie Lapin again tonight.