Sociopaths and Serial Killers

BY: Montana

Disclaimer: I do not own Jean-Claude, Richard, Anita, Edward, or anything else that belongs to LKH.

Author Note: This is set after Obsidian Butterfly.

“How did you find me, Olaf?” I questioned. I was trying to buy time, and I really was curious.

“A tracking device on Edward’s hummer proved most useful,” he answered, his back still turned to me. When I craned my neck more I could see a black box, a faint green glow coming from it. A tracking device. “I would not count on him saving you. He is in Sante Fe.”

Olaf turned back to me from his little table. Those black eyes shot a jet of fear through me, more effectively than any vampire’s fangs ever could. He twirled a knife in his hand. He smirked, and threw it at me. It stuck in the ground next to me, buried in the earth. Shit.

Then he picked up a large basket from the table, and knelt in front of me. I was trembling with fear. Stop it, Anita. Stop it. I couldn’t though. Olaf was the most fucking scary thing in my life, and especially when I had my hands tied behind my back. “Do you know what fascinates me almost as much as blood, Anita?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t think I was supposed to. But I guess I was, because he cuffed me across the cheek. Then he laughed. “You are so helpless without your little gun, Anita. Now do you have a guess?”

I smiled slightly. “Do I know what fascinates you almost as much as blood?” He nodded. “Masturbating,” I answered. I was rewarded with a twisted _expression on his face, a cross between surprise and anger. Then he frowned, his two bushy black eyebrows pushing together. He reached into the basket, and threw something at my feet.

“I would not move if I were you. They are very poisonous. Or so Ted says. I found him sunning on a rock, not far from your little ranch.” I looked at my feet. There was one of the biggest rattlesnakes I have ever seen. It sensed my small movement, and curled up into a coil, its angry rattle warning me. There wasn’t really much I could do about it but stand still. And it didn’t matter if it bit me anyhow. With the third mark the poison couldn’t hurt me. I would just have a nasty pair of fang marks. But maybe Olaf didn’t know it wouldn’t hurt me. That might get him over here again. Then I could kick him or something. I had no clue, but he needed to be within leg’s reach.

I kicked some gravel towards the snake, making the rattle go even faster. It struck out, biting me once on the calf. Then it began to raise up higher. Shit, this snake must have been at least 6 feet long. The next strike might be at my face. I really didn’t want fang marks on my face.

Olaf turned back to the snake and I with the sound of the angry rattle. When he realized it was going to bite me again, he picked up a knife, swiftly pinning the snake to the ground by the back of its neck. The knife and pinned snake were incredibly close to my hand. Closer than I wanted to be. The snake’s long body writhed, and then finally stood still. Olaf pulled out his knife. “I see what you were trying to do, Anita. And the snake’s poison will not cheat me out of this. You WILL live until I can have my fun with you.” He didn’t’ know the snake had already bitten me once.

Then he went back to his little table. I realized he was sharpening his knives. Shit. I felt something hot and wet on my hand. A tingle of power flared through me. I looked down. The snake’s blood had pooled out to me, flaring my necromancy. Then I felt the rest of the power, in great waves. The ground was swimming with it. Alive with it. Once upon a time, some powerful death magic had been dealt here. Then I remembered the Native Americans that had once inhabited these areas. There might have once been a village here, off to the side of the cliff.

I was struck by a sudden idea, the magic coursing through me my inspiration. I reached out to the snake with my power, wrapping it with my power, calling it back to life. “Live,” I whispered. The snake’s knife wound sealed over, the scales once again in place. It really was a beautiful animal. A lovely killer. Like me. “Bite Olaf,” I whispered.

It slowly made its way towards the psycho with a knife fetish. Olaf didn’t notice it, until it was too late. The snake struck, high up on his leg, the femoral artery. And once it bit, it didn’t let go. I hadn’t told it to. It kept pumping poison in, with Olaf squirming, pulling at it, trying to get the snake off. A string of German curse words left his lips. Finally he got it off with one big jerk, and tossed it down the canyon. But it was too late. That snake had pumped enough poison in to kill five of Olaf. He leaned on the table, his vision probably swimming, possibly blacking out. “I do not know how you did that, Anita.” He grabbed the nearest knife. “But we will die together. I will not be cheated out of this.”

With the knife in his hand, he lunged towards me, clumsily, falling. He was losing all the feeling in his body, it was probably all the control he had. Rattlesnake poison attacks and dissolves the nervous system. He lunged with the knife, and I had a split second to roll away. Instead, a bullet took him full on in the chest, knocking him backwards and away from me. I never heard the report from the gun. Edward had joined the party. It’s about damn time.

Olaf teeter tottered on the edge of the cliff. A breath could have pushed him over. I kicked some gravel at him, and sent him over the edge. He never screamed. But I heard the bones crunch as he hit the bottom.

If anyone ever found the body, they would probably find that rattlesnake attached, still biting Olaf. I never revoked the order, it still stood. And the snake was dead, it had all the time in the world to find Olaf again.

I cut my bonds on the knife Olaf had so conveniently stuck into the ground next to me. I stood up, then staggered. My feet had gone numb from the circulation being cut off. And from me being so scared. I stumbled over to the little table. The array of various weapons spread across the table top was scary. The thought of them being used on me was scarier. I kicked the table into the ravine with an enraged shout, knives and all. I had started to tremble again.

I had no clue where I was. I would wait for Edward to come and get me. Yeah, that sounded good. I sat down in the gravel again, trembling, hugging my knees. I heard the hummer pull up, but didn’t see the headlights. Maybe Edward didn’t use them. He rushed over to me, dropping to his knees, and pulled me into the biggest bear hug I have ever experienced. I wrapped my arms around his neck, glad that he was here now. “I’m sorry, Anita, please believe me.”

You better be, I thought. But I loved him, and I didn’t want to make him feel guilty. He had never failed me before. Actually, come to think about it, he didn’t even fail me this time. I was alive. Olaf was dead. That’s all that counts. I hid all my worried, and put it all into a smile. I pulled back to look at Edward.

“For what? Saving me?”

His eyes went wide with surprise. I surprised Edward! It was possible! “I was almost too late!”

“But you weren’t. I’m alive. That’s all that counts,” I assured him, willing him to believe me. He sighed, long and desolate.

Kissing me on the forehead, he said, “Ok, if you say so.”

I leaned my forehead on his. “That was a good shot,” I complemented.

He smiled that irritating little smile that I had grown to love so much. “Thanks,” he said, drawing me to my feet.

“Let’s go home, Edward. We don’t have to hide from Olaf anymore.”

“I assume you mean my house?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Then let’s go get the bags, and get gone.”


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