Monday, February 12, 2007

The Predator...a love story..

Titus used different internet dating services to find his victims,and never more than twice in any city.
Two in San Diego.
Two in Oceanside.
One each in Manhattan,Santa Barbara,and San Francisco.

He had an easy way with women.Tall and athletic,with a quick wit and disarming smile,they gravitated to him naturally.It seldom took more than a few flirtatious and complimentary E-mails to secure a “get to know each other better” meeting in person.
These women had tired of doing the bar scene.Nothing but creeps,and posers,and married men looking for a one-night stand.So they scoured the profiles of “perfect matches” promised by the instant notifications in their in-boxes,in search of that elusive soul mate.
More than anything,they were lonely..
It was what made them such easy prey.

He would suggest they get together for a casual lunch,at a restaurant of her choosing.
Never dinner.It was too presumptive for a first encounter.She would feel safer,more in control in the conspicuous light of day.Titus understood this.Hell,he counted on it. She would be nervous,at first,just enough to betray her vulnerability.
Titus could taste her savory weakness.He would seize upon that fragile instant to be ever so charming..Warm,sensitive,and attentive.She would,predictably,loosen her guard.
”Could this really be true?” She would think to herself.After ALL the losers that had gone before,was this finally the “real thing?”..Hope springs eternal,..and YES!,..She’d love to have dinner with him Friday next!

Every.Single.Time...

Seven times before,there had been the inevitable intimate conversation,in whatever dimly-lit establishment had been touted as “The cities finest!”.
Seven times before,the evening had concluded with her clutching his arm.The intoxicating scent of her perfumed hair electrifying his senses,as they crossed the threshold of her inhibitions.
Seven time before,he had left them,..bound,..and lifeless..

Tonight would be the occasion of Titus’ and Trina’s second date.

This evening passed with an ease that he hadn’t expected.
She was bright,and bubbly,and not at all like his previous “conquests”.
Still,he knew with the clinical certainty of the driven psychopath that he was,how it would conclude.

He would imply..
She would demure..
He would coax..
She would feign..
In the end,..they arrived at her loft in West Sacramento.

Trina was a new wrinkle in the fabric of Titus’ experience.
He felt a spiritual connection to her,unlike anything that had gone before.

She would have to die,..no question about that...It was the natural order of things.
Women were the root of all evil,and HE was retribution...Salvation,..and redemption.

Trina eased herself next to him,stroking his cheek with the back of her hand.
“I’ll pour some wine if you like”..
Titus felt a flush of desire...
He brushed back her long black hair,and pulling her toward himself, kissed her full on the mouth,their tongues teased for one brief moment.
“I’ll take that as a yes”....

He watched her glide into the kitchen,and then made himself comfortable on the leather sofa.

They would have a few drinks,after which he would make love to her.Then,after a gentle kiss,he would choke the life from her.
He sensed her presence behind him,smelled her perfume.Turning to accept the wine,..Titus was dead...

The claws of the hammer made a wet,sucking sound as Trina retrieved it from his shattered skull.

“You would have lied to me eventually Titus”,she said aloud.”All men do”.

She wiped the blood from his face,and set about the task of cutting out his tongue with a pair of pinking shears.This,she would wrap in a silk kerchief,and place in the mahogany treasure box her grandmother Hattie had given her for her 12th birthday,..along with the eight others she had collected.“Lying bastard’s” she thought,"and so predictable...You are all so readily led around by your cocks!"..
It’s what made them such easy prey..

Happy Valentine's day!

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12 Comments:

At 8:47 PM , Blogger barista brat said...

ok.

i am spooked.

and i will never make friends with anyone named titus or trina.

 
At 9:57 PM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

hahahahhahahahahahahhaahahh go trina

 
At 9:58 PM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

ps..come by thursday and ask the goddess any question..I will post the answers on friday...

 
At 10:46 PM , Blogger apositivepessimist said...

arhaaha...that was a bloody good read Slingy.

and happy valentines day back to you!

 
At 11:45 PM , Blogger Lorraine said...

'K. Gonna totally ignore the totally creepy dark side tongue cutting thing and say, "Frak you, Sling. Everyone is on blogcation right now so chill with the frakking writing, thank you very much".

And, yeah, hello, I'll be sleeping with my eyes open tonight and I've been married for 15 frakking years!

 
At 1:33 AM , Blogger Middle Child said...

Yairsss any man - boyfriend - husband whatever should sleep with one eye open ifn they've bee mean or a psychopath

 
At 7:38 AM , Blogger Wizened Wizard said...

Well that was a treat! A hammer's claws to the skull... and then did she have a Valentine's Day chocolate?

If only life were this fair...

Here's a more peaceful something for you...

 
At 8:08 AM , Blogger ruby rocks said...

of course all men lie to women! we wouldn't last a day if we told the truth!

 
At 4:32 PM , Blogger Sling said...

:)..What do you guys suppose little Trina does with all those tongueless suitors she has strewn about the house?..Haul 'em downstairs in a Hefty bag and drop 'em at the curb??..I just don't know..

 
At 3:54 AM , Blogger Wizened Wizard said...

Sling...

There are many personal stories in Bloggerville, the occasional "meme" or game, a lot of therapeutic outpouring, some poetry and so on. On your site I found this little bit of fiction, something fresh and unusual: a fun way to commemorate Valentine's Day. Thanks!

Come on over to the forest and see what you have inspired me to write...

 
At 12:35 PM , Blogger Allan said...

That was fiction? I liked it anyway.

 
At 4:30 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Ummm...Yeah!...I mean,..sure..fiction. :)

 

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