Page 26 of Sanguineous Fiend
I knew her name. Her place of work. That was it. Not enough to find her in the middle of the night in a large city. I’d given her too much of myself and she had given me nothing. At least, nothing that really mattered.
This is turning out to be my worst nightmare. I’d gone over scenarios in my head if they ever caught me, but they had never included Scarlett. Not my little kitten. She was so submissive for me. I never expected her to know what I was doing. What I was.
So standing in my living room and hoping things work out for me and being unable to stop anything as it all unfolds is driving me wild. My life is done. Scarlett and I are done. I fucked up. There is nothing I can change or do to make this all disappear. To start over and have it end up in a different way.
I fucked up, and now I have to deal with it.
This day just keeps getting worse.
One last effort to make her listen, I message her and hope she listens. I hope she takes my offer to meet somewhere in public. I message her the only thing I know to say and then rush to get dressed up.
Meet me at the High Rollers bar. I want to explain, at the very least. Please, kitten. Do this for me. Give me this last thing.
I don’t even want to know if she is going to reply or if she even looks at it, so I just close the app and toss it aside as I dress and climb behind the wheel of my car. Lighting cigarette after cigarette as I make my way to the casino. To the place we first met.
It’s my only chance. The one and only I may ever get to save my life and everything I hold dear. Will she give it to me? Who fucking knows? But I have to try.
Istep through the ropes of the casino’s rich area of clientele. Looking around quickly, I don’t see Scarlett. I head for the bar and order a drink. The bartender delivers it easily and then I sip it as I watch the men play their game at the table. The women mill about them or sit in their laps. A few I didn’t see last time I was here sit on the other end of the bar.
I’m desperate. I need to see her. To explain everything. Even if she shows up tonight, I really don’t even know what I will say to her. How can I explain that I love the feel of blood on my skin? That killing people to be coated in their life force is worth the risk.
I don’t think that will work for her. But the cops haven’t shown up at my place or found me to arrest me. Did she not turn me in to the police?
I sip my drink, the fruity tasting alcohol coating my tongue with its taste. The room narrows to only the entrance and anyone that comes through those ropes. So when it opens anda woman in red comes through, I can’t help but stare in awe as Scarlett is there. She’s wearing that same dress that she wore the first night we met.
The red is so deep and dark that it screams blood colored. The same thing I thought about when I first met her. It makes my mouth water just watching her. Waiting for her to come over to the bar where I’m waiting. I don’t move. Don’t breathe. I’m treating her like a skittish deer that will bolt if I move an inch.
She approaches my position at the bar, and I look down at my drink as Scarlett orders something for herself. She is standing next to the stool instead of sitting on it. She wants a quick way to escape me. That hurts. She doesn’t want to be around me now.
Can I really blame her? I killed someone in front of her. I killed that man. I took his life right there in that hotel room and didn’t think twice. I fucked up. Can I fix things with her?
“Tell me what you have to say.”
Scarlett doesn’t look at me as she lifts her glass to her lips. I don’t even know what to say. I didn’t plan anything to tell her. I don’t even know where to begin.
“I don’t know what to say. I know what you saw me do. I know you don’t understand what I did.”
I talk even though I know I’m rambling.
“That I did something so wrong and I should turn myself in, but you have to understand why I did it.”
She doesn’t talk. Just listens to me as she drinks from her glass.
“Can we go somewhere else that is a little more private? Please.”
I glance at the women at the other end of the bar. If they overheard what I had to say…
Scarlett glances over at me and then sighs heavily. She nods and then leaves her glass half empty on the counter as she leadsthe way from the room. I follow her quickly. Not willing to miss my chance to talk to her in private. To take this chance to tell my side of things.
Will she understand where I’m coming from? Can she forgive me? Move past this and then still give me the time of day. Will she condemn me and call the cops to the hotel to grab me? Is that what this really is? Is she going to try and get some type of confession from me? Is she wearing a wire?
We take the elevator up to the eighth floor where her room is. The same one I went to that first night I met her. The same one that we spent all night with each other. I miss the simplicity of that.
The door shuts behind us, and then we are alone. Scarlett sighs and drops her keycard and phone on the table beside the doorway. I know she doesn’t want to do this. I’m surprised that she’s even willing to meet me, let alone be alone with me.
She walks over to the couch along the far wall and takes a seat as she crosses her arms and then her legs. Her dress hugs her figure, and I’m practically salivating. It’s not the time. I need to explain. To figure out how to tell her what I’ve done.
“Go ahead. You asked to explain, so do it. Tell me all the little excuses you have for what you’ve done.”
