A Necrosis Blackout - Chapter 3

Erotic Horror - Not your Momma's Horror Novel...

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Death, Mayhem

This is not my typical writings. I am doing a little different just because I’d like to sharpen my skills in other areas. Hopefully this is a story that can find some followers on it.

Have you read part 1? What about part 2?

I was watching the news and smiling; they were reporting on the death in the park. Juno Kingling was his name, I didn’t even know. The reporter claimed that at this time; they didn’t have any suspects. Perfect, that’s how the plan was supposed to go. I didn’t need any of the police or feds linking me with him, or, more importantly, linking him with Justin.

That told me I should probably find a new knife to use, I didn’t want to keep using the same one. I had watched enough shows to know that the murder weapon could be matched, and I didn’t need that. I also wondered if I should change my M.O. up some. It had been many years since I had been with a woman; I don’t think I would mind it now. I loved it in college.

My cell phone reminder went off, I had to get to my yoga class, the idea of yoga made me smile, there were lots of women there that drove me nuts, it would be a perfect place to hunt. Maybe it wasn’t even about the sex, maybe it was the killing I needed?

I contemplated this concept as I walked down the street to my yoga studio. What would taking the life of a woman feel like, would I enjoy it? Would she fight more than the men? So many unanswered questions that it sealed my mind's decision. I would hunt today from my class. When I walked into the building, I saw things in a whole new light.

“Hey Asa!” I heard my name called out.

I plastered on a smile and turned in the sound's direction, “Hey there, ready for class today?”

“Sure am, some new people are joining us, should be fun.”

It couldn’t have been planned better, hunting, and killing on the day we have new arrivals. “That’s great, how many new people?”

“About eight, so get ready to have some fun.”

I watched closely during the class how everyone interacted, and I had set my sights on this woman, she was a petite little thing with red hair. Her legs looked very sexy, longer than her torso almost. She talked little, which made me hope she was shy and had told no one she was testing out a yoga class.

At the end of the session, I went up to her and introduced myself, “Hey there, I’m Asa Bowning, you’re new here, aren’t you?”

She nodded, “I’m Julie, yeah, just testing the class out.”

“What did you think,” I tried to keep my tone pleasant.

“It was fun, people seem nice here.” She smiled at me and reached her hand out, “It’s nice to meet you.”

I returned the gesture, “You want to get coffee?” I hoped that didn’t come across too forward, but I was itching to get my knife bloody again and she seemed like the perfect subject.

She looked at her watch and smiled, “Sure, I have about thirty minutes to kill.”

“Great, I know the perfect spot.” I knew the perfect spot; my neighborhood had a coffee shop that had a back door into an alley with no cameras.

“Is it far from here?”

I shook my head, “Nope it is in walking distance, just follow me.”

We made small talk as we walked down the sidewalk towards the shop. It was a bright day, the sun felt warm on my skin, almost like the heavens above were blessing my plan.

“Julie, do you like to go to clubs?” I pointed to the coffee shop door and made my way across the street. She followed close behind.

“Sometimes, but I don’t get a chance to go much, I don’t have friends who enjoy it.”

“Today’s your lucky day, now you do.”

We talked in the coffee shop for thirty minutes. When she looked at her watch and saw the time, she panicked, “Oh no, I am going to be late. Thank you, Asa, for a fun time.” She stood up from her chair, “Will I see you at yoga in two days?”

I nodded, “Yes, of course. What direction are you going? I may know a shortcut.”

“My appointment is on Main Street, so I need to get there.”

My head moved up and down, “Yep, I know a shortcut, why don’t we slip out back and I can show you. That isn’t too far from where I live, so it will be sort of on my way, anyway.”

I pushed my chair back from the table, stood up, waved to my friend behind the counter and pointed towards the back door to Julie, “Follow me.”

We walked out back, and I pointed up ahead, “Down there, that’s Main Street.”

Julie took the lead through the alleyway like I had hoped she would. My hand went into my bag and searched for my knife. I unsheathed it inside my bag and let go of the handle and pulled out two gloves. I quietly slipped them onto my hands and then grabbed the knife. Pulling it out of my bag as quiet as possible, I placed my bag on the ground and came up behind Julie.

“I’m sorry,” I said before my left hand came around, grabbing her head, my palm covering her mouth.

She started to twist and turn her petite body. I wrapped my other arm around her, the knife in my hand. I stabbed her stomach once. I was pretty sure I punctured a lung. I brought the knife out and then came down, swinging it into her right thigh, hoping to hit her femoral artery. I pulled the knife back out and pushed it into her throat, wiggling it back and forth, making sure there was no recovery.

My hands were dripping with blood, the knife oozing with the crimson glow. My heart raced, my pussy felt moist, my nipples hard. The arousal was so heavy that I couldn’t fathom anything more powerful. When I set her on the ground, I thought it best to make it look like a robbery. I pulled her wallet out, Julie Marie Klein. What a dumb name. I tossed her credit cards and ID onto the ground and then grabbed her cash. I took my gloves off and pulled my shirt off, too. I opened my bag, pulled out a plastic bag, and put the bloody items in it. I pulled a fresh shirt over my head and zipped my bag up.

It was time to vanish, and to deal with the surging hormones I had pooled in my loins.