the video camera down on the bed and pointed it toward Nikki. He sat atop Nikki, straddling her trembling body. “You’re a very beautiful girl,” he said. “Would it surprise you to know that I’ve never been with a woman, never touched a woman’s skin as I am with you now? In truth, that’s one of the reasons I was chosen. I’ve never defiled myself with a woman.”
His hand gently caressed Nikki’s cheek and traveled slowly down to her neck and then to her bare shoulder and slowly down along her left arm. He felt the softness of her trembling skin, as he stared directly into her panicked eyes, but the suppleness of her body did nothing for him.
“This is truly a blessing,” he said. “I am truly in my master’s favor again and rewarded with this opportunity to look into you and to understand you before you’re gone.”
Nikki let out a muffled squeal and shook back and forth, desperately trying to escape. The terror surged through her eyes, which only heightened Stanton’s awe and enjoyment of the situation.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Keep them open wide and I’ll make this part quick. I owe you that. Like me, you’re one of Abaddon’s chosen. I won’t make you suffer. This is part of my debt, part of giving myself to Abaddon, to becoming one with Abaddon.”
Stanton reached around his back and removed the hunting knife he’d stuffed into his belt. He gently grabbed Nikki’s struggling head and, taking a firm grip of her dark-brown hair as she tried again to free herself, tilted her head back to expose her neck and throat. The hunting knife in his other hand flashed across her line of sight and two seconds later she felt the cold steel as it moved swiftly from the left side of her neck to the right side.
Blood began to rush from the wound down her neck and onto her chest. Still straddling Nikki, Stanton dropped his head slightly and leaned in, kissing Nikki’s neck and letting the blood flow onto his lips. The flavor was even sweeter than before, like a vintage wine perfected by patience and time.
Finally, Stanton stepped back, picked up the video camera from the bed and filmed Nikki’s last breathes as they gasped laboriously from her blood covered body. He watched as the terror and pain, which had been so plainly visible only seconds before, gently diminished in unison with each fading breath until, finally, with the last breath no sign of life or spirit was left in Nikki’s eyes at all.
David Stanton turned off the video camera and stood for a moment, peering into Nikki’s lifeless eyes, no less in awe by the transformation than he had been with his first kill. He put the camera down, leaned over Nikki’s slumped lifeless body and, with the already bloody hunting knife, surgically pried each of her light brown eyes from her face and placed them into a small clear plastic freezer bag. His sacrifice to Abaddon was complete and the fulfillment of his mission, his destiny, his complete oneness with Abaddon lay less than seventy-two hours away.
Chapter 15
December 22 nd
“Is Special Agent Bleeker available?”
“I believe he is, Declan,” responded John Bleeker’s secretary, Ellen. “How are you doing today?”
“I’m good. How about you? Any plans for the holidays?”
“I’m fine. My husband and I are leaving later this afternoon to spend Christmas with his family.”
“Are you driving or flying?”
“Driving, but it’s only five hours or so. I’ll ring Agent Bleeker and let him know you’re here.”
“Thank you,” Declan replied.
“Special Agent Bleeker, yes, Special Agent Parker is here and has requested a few minutes,” Ellen said into the phone. “Of course, I’ll send him in.”
Ellen hung up the phone and looked at Declan again, “He’s ready for you.”
“Thank you, Ellen. Enjoy the holidays.”
“You too, Declan. Merry Christmas,” she replied with a smile.
“Merry Christmas.”
Declan walked into the large office of Special Agent in
His hand gently caressed Nikki’s cheek and traveled slowly down to her neck and then to her bare shoulder and slowly down along her left arm. He felt the softness of her trembling skin, as he stared directly into her panicked eyes, but the suppleness of her body did nothing for him.
“This is truly a blessing,” he said. “I am truly in my master’s favor again and rewarded with this opportunity to look into you and to understand you before you’re gone.”
Nikki let out a muffled squeal and shook back and forth, desperately trying to escape. The terror surged through her eyes, which only heightened Stanton’s awe and enjoyment of the situation.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Keep them open wide and I’ll make this part quick. I owe you that. Like me, you’re one of Abaddon’s chosen. I won’t make you suffer. This is part of my debt, part of giving myself to Abaddon, to becoming one with Abaddon.”
Stanton reached around his back and removed the hunting knife he’d stuffed into his belt. He gently grabbed Nikki’s struggling head and, taking a firm grip of her dark-brown hair as she tried again to free herself, tilted her head back to expose her neck and throat. The hunting knife in his other hand flashed across her line of sight and two seconds later she felt the cold steel as it moved swiftly from the left side of her neck to the right side.
Blood began to rush from the wound down her neck and onto her chest. Still straddling Nikki, Stanton dropped his head slightly and leaned in, kissing Nikki’s neck and letting the blood flow onto his lips. The flavor was even sweeter than before, like a vintage wine perfected by patience and time.
Finally, Stanton stepped back, picked up the video camera from the bed and filmed Nikki’s last breathes as they gasped laboriously from her blood covered body. He watched as the terror and pain, which had been so plainly visible only seconds before, gently diminished in unison with each fading breath until, finally, with the last breath no sign of life or spirit was left in Nikki’s eyes at all.
David Stanton turned off the video camera and stood for a moment, peering into Nikki’s lifeless eyes, no less in awe by the transformation than he had been with his first kill. He put the camera down, leaned over Nikki’s slumped lifeless body and, with the already bloody hunting knife, surgically pried each of her light brown eyes from her face and placed them into a small clear plastic freezer bag. His sacrifice to Abaddon was complete and the fulfillment of his mission, his destiny, his complete oneness with Abaddon lay less than seventy-two hours away.
Chapter 15
December 22 nd
“Is Special Agent Bleeker available?”
“I believe he is, Declan,” responded John Bleeker’s secretary, Ellen. “How are you doing today?”
“I’m good. How about you? Any plans for the holidays?”
“I’m fine. My husband and I are leaving later this afternoon to spend Christmas with his family.”
“Are you driving or flying?”
“Driving, but it’s only five hours or so. I’ll ring Agent Bleeker and let him know you’re here.”
“Thank you,” Declan replied.
“Special Agent Bleeker, yes, Special Agent Parker is here and has requested a few minutes,” Ellen said into the phone. “Of course, I’ll send him in.”
Ellen hung up the phone and looked at Declan again, “He’s ready for you.”
“Thank you, Ellen. Enjoy the holidays.”
“You too, Declan. Merry Christmas,” she replied with a smile.
“Merry Christmas.”
Declan walked into the large office of Special Agent in
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