His Sister
The girl screamed and ran down the dark alleyway. Her expensive high heels slapped loudly on the pavement.
The man smiled. He loved it when his prey ran. The chase was so much better this way. It would be easy to catch her and kill her. He hoped she was a feisty one. He hated the ones that just fainted and let him do his bidding.
His sister had been taken from him last night. The police had arrived at his door this morning at 6am, as he got ready for work. His mind was still spinning at the news; he couldn't believe his lovely sister was dead. Her smile and sweet voice would never be heard again.
Aguish washed through him. The police had said she had been brutally murdered and her corpse had been sucked dry. What kind of person could do such a thing? His sister shouldn't have been up and out on Queen St during the early hours of the morning. What had she been doing? He had yet to call and set up her funeral arrangements, or more importantly call his mother who lived in Europe. He didn't know why he was afraid to call her, perhaps because he wasn't ready.
Sitting on his $5000.00 leather couch he glanced around his richly furnished apartment. None of his possessions met anything to him now. Now that he had no one to brag to and or make proud. He was alone now in this life.
The phone on his mantle rang. The sound echoed off his apartment walls. He had never noticed before how shrill it sounded. Reluctantly he walked over to it and picked it up.
"Hello." He said hoarsely. His eyes stun from the tears he wanted to shed but couldn't.
"John, I just heard the news. Is this for real?" His mother Daphne's voice said. Obviously the police had contacted her and told her the news.
"Yes, I found out this morning."
"Why ever didn't you call me?" She asked in a tiny voice. "Are you still upset with me?"
John gripped the phone tighter. He and his mother hadn't spoken in three years, ever since she had run off to Europe with his best friend Mark. "Perhaps. But mostly I am still in shock and trying to figure out what happened. Did they tell you all the gory details of her death?"
"Yes." She said quietly. "What do you think Sarah was in to?"
"Well I know she had just started dating a wealthy banker named Anthony. Perhaps they were at some kind of night club downtown."
His mother breathed heavily into the phone. "I can't believe my baby girl is gone. I'm taking the next plane there. Will you meet me at the airport."
He licked his lips and though about it. "Are you bringing Mark?" Mark had also known Sarah, John's sister. He was probably just as upset about the news.
"No, he will be in meetings all this week." His mother said. "Perhaps he will meet me later. But I want to be there immediately to help with the funeral arrangements. I will call you back when I have more news."
He said goodbye to his mother and hung up the phone. He desperately needed a drink. He didn't like that his sister was dead and now his mother was going to come see him.
Walking to the kitchen he opened the top cupboard door and pulled out a bottle of Canadian Club whiskey. Pouring it into a glass cup he gulped it down greedily. He wondered what his sister had been doing downtown. Perhaps he should give Anthony a call and see if he knew what happened. John had never met Anthony, but his sister had said nothing but good stuff about him.
Shaking, he walked to the phone in the kitchen and looked the number up in his phone book. Dialling he sipped the last of the whiskey. The phone rang once and a deep voice immediately answered it.
"Hello."
"Hello, Anthony?" John asked.
"Yes?"
"Hi, you don't know me, but I am Sarah's brother John. Have you heard the news?"
There was a long pause. "Yes I have."
"Did you have anything to do with it?" John blurted out. He hadn't realized he had been harbouring suspicions until he spoke them.
Again, there was another long pause. With shaky hands he poured more whiskey into the glass. He was going to get drunk tonight.
"Yes." Anthony said on the phone. "I helped kill her."
John's glass of whiskey fell to the ground. The glass shattered and sprayed everywhere. He clenched the phone tightly. "What, what?" He whispered his heartbeat furiously, he felt like he was going to faint.
"I said that I helped kill her. I brought her to a club, and then I ditched her for a sexier woman. If it wasn't for me, she would still be alive." Anthony drew a deep breath. "Now I have to get back to the sexy woman. Goodbye."
John sat listening to the dial tone for several minutes. He was trying to make sense of what Anthony had said. His sister had been at a club last night, alone. That made her easy prey. Why wouldn't she have called him to pick her up?
Stepping on the broken glass, he walked to his bedroom. He felt the blood pouring from his cuts on his feet, but nothing mattered. He needed to lie down; he couldn't take any more news.
The woman had broken a heel and had lost her balance. Her knees scrapped on the pavement. He was about a half a block away, but he could see her crying, and more importantly, he could smell the blood. He licked his lips in anticipation. Soon he would be tasting her sweetness.
"Come to daddy, my sweet." He purred.
The woman turned her pretty head and saw him. Immediately she screamed. He giggled with delight.
"Scream for me baby." He moaned. "Scream until you can scream no more."
He had reached where she was crouching. He reached down and swept her dark hair out of her face. "Now you are mine." He said whispering into her ear. He gently began kissing and licking her neck softly.
"Please don't." She whispered. "Don't, I'll pay you money. Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone."
"Oh but precious," he moaned, "You are too sweet to let go. I must taste you now." He felt his teeth begin to grow and he knew he was ready to really taste her. He bent his face close to her neck and took a deep bite. The warm blood rushed into his mouth and he groaned in delight. She was much sweeter than he had thought. Gosh, did he know how to pick them.
The girl fainted and he held her tightly in his arms, all the while groaning and sucking her sweetness. When he knew that he had sucked the last drop from her, he threw her down on the ground. Carefully he arranged her black dress so that nothing was exposed. He stood up and stretched. He felt wonderful. Humming softly he turned and walked down the dark alley.
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