Saturday, February 14, 2009

Predator..A Love Story Redux*..

*I'm re-posting a little Valentine's day tale from two years ago.
My reasons are bi-fold;
a)I got too hammered last night to come up with something original,and..
2)I really do like this 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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17 Comments:

At 1:08 PM , Blogger jan said...

O my dog, That should take all romance out of your readers' day!!

 
At 1:11 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Jan- Serial killers need love too! :O

 
At 2:56 PM , Blogger billy pilgrim said...

poor old titus.

even the best of gladiators meet their match sooner or later.

 
At 3:45 PM , Blogger Mom said...

I just can't think of an appropriate comment for this story.
Happy Valentines Day to you too.

 
At 4:26 PM , Blogger cs said...

Sling; Try soda or coffee for awhile brother. Save you $$ too. You have too much time on your hands. Go do some volunteer work for now, but get out of the house! Take the camera, visit someone, help out at the library...take the dog for a walk...just get the heck out before the bottle sucks you in. It's not worth it---blessings friend.

 
At 4:39 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Billy P.- Titus just took his eye off the ball for a minute,and forgot to think outside the box.

Mom- It's just a flight of whimsey doll.
Happy,happy Valentine's day to you!

CS- You're such a dear to worry,but fear not.
Every two weeks,I can afford to get a half pint of whiskey,and one can of beer to 'celebrate' payday.
The rest of the time it's coffee,or water.

 
At 6:02 PM , Blogger Random Thinker said...

She had him pegged. I mean after all, he was lying wasn't he?

 
At 6:51 PM , Blogger austexgrl said...

Sling...I loved it!!!!! Happy Valentine's day...well, evening! I'm listening to Miles Davis..he's always a dependable date on Valentines Day, even when one is alone.

 
At 7:57 PM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

oh man..i remember that one and remember thinking i gotta remember that one..and i did..job done..ahhahaha
liked it as much this time as last..

 
At 8:10 PM , Blogger citizen of the world said...

Good Lord. I'm kind of glad I didn't get to this right away!

 
At 9:02 PM , Blogger Miss Healthypants said...

Cree-py! *grin*

 
At 9:15 PM , Blogger Middle Child said...

Well as they say "Whats sauce for the Goose is sauce for the Gander"
Funny thing is that there are so few women serial killers but when one pops up people are horrified much more than if its a man...

I told my eldest sister who had shocking taste in men, that I'd kill her myself if she ever got tangled up again...the last onetried to kill her...and he still got half the house she worked for and more than half her superannuation...it was a real mess...he needed putting down...
poor titus didn't even get his glass of plonk

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

well now that sort of sucked the romance out of the day didn't it - sort of like the hammer coming... okay enough of this.. Happy Valentine's Day.

 
At 9:50 AM , Blogger Sling said...

Thinker- Absolutely!..Now I must think on whether or not there is a hero,or even a villian here...It's a psycho eat psycho world out there.

austexgrl- Sometimes,I think being comfortable in our own solitude is a pretty good way to spend Valentine's Day.

Yellerdawg- Did I mention that Trina hails from a small town in Texas?
(I just made that part up)..

Citizen- I'm glad you waited 'till after breakfast!

Miss HP- :)

Middle Child- I'm not sure if there are fewer women serial killers,or if they are just better at not getting caught.

Willym-Happy V-day back at ya buddy!

 
At 2:32 PM , Blogger Doralong said...

Well, wasn't that charming?

 
At 9:01 AM , Blogger sageweb said...

Oh I love that story..very lovely for a lovely day.

 
At 10:02 AM , Blogger Sling said...

Doralong- It's always nice when soul-mates find each other.

Sage- It does kinda tug at the ol' heartstrings doesn't it?..
Maybe not.

 

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