When he reached the liquor store he went in and headed for the candy isle. As he bent over to search out his favorite candy his hair tickled his cheeks. He wore a long, black trench coat, and a comfy pair of worn in Docs. His pants and shirt were both blood stained, but was not at all obvious because they were both dark. Only someone looking would realize it.
He collected all the goodies he wanted, which were a bag of Now and Later's, a bag of Jolly Ranchers, a box of Gobstoppers and some chocolate for Nemesis. The liquor store keeper came up beside him, a short dark man, and said "Wow! All that for you?" and gave a snort as he crawled back to his place behind the register.
Vortex just grinned at him and followed him over to the register. He put all the candy on the counter. He stared at the cashier with a grin on his face. His blue and green eye kept the cashier entranced. "You have nice eyes young man, interesting." the cashier had a scruffy voice, a sincere voice. Vortex was amazed, angered. He never got a peep out of anyone, for all feared his dark ways. This man must be wise, an understander of the other side, Vortex thought.
"You are correct," said the man. "I do understand, and I know more about you than even you know about yourself." He placed the candies in the bag. Vortex placed the money for the candy on the counter, and left without a word in utter amazement.
As he walked back down the street to his apartment the words of the man at the liquor store lingered in his mind. Try and forget it, it will do you no good keeping it in constant repeat forever, he thought to himself. As he approached his apartment complex a group of trash hung out infront of the entrance.
"Ha ha ha, look at the FREAK" said one of the fatter ones, smelling of beer and smoke. Vortex quickened his step and caught some last words the trash had to say about him as he raced up the stairs to meet his love, the one person that understood, that cared.
He closed the door behind him and placed his keys on the kitchen counter. He walked over to the bedroom and jumped on the bed beside Nemesis, pulled out the chocolate bar and greeted her with a kiss.
She was the absolute definition of beauty,Vortex's mirror image, ideal for his lover. Their eyes were the only thing that told them apart. Hers a lovely violet; his a mixed color, like those of a dog. They had matching hair, matching facial features....they never seemed to get passed the constant whispers of the outsiders, "Look, the lover siblings." Nemesis didnt mind, she loved the attention. Vortex would just hiss at those outsiders, scare the be-jesus out of most.
She knew his deep, dark secrets, she knew his forbidden thoughts, she was his savior. She knew full well that she rescued him after the horrid murder of his family. That he would have surely killed himself if he continued to live his live of isolation. But she never blamed him, she knew that all suffer from the mistakes they make. She knew she had done similar wrongs, and now that she found a lover who would love the killings with her, she knew she was safe as he knew he was safe.
Vortex smiled at her. She ate her chocolate, and he sucked on his candy as well. They never really did eat 'healthy' food, to them candy was the only 'real' food and that was what they could live on. The occasional flesh was good for them as well, just as long as it was nice and bloody.
He looked through the bag and saw the cigarettes. He grinned and took out the small box. His face scrontched up as the blood got on his hands. No no no, I didn't, I know i didn't Nemesis was starring at him, scared for her love. And then she smiled, and even gave out a small giggle, realizing that she also had blood on her hands. She licked her hands and those of Vortex. Then Vortex looked at her and broke into laughter. "Ha ha ha I killed the son of a bitch!" He leaned over and hugged Nemesis. "I love you darlin, I sure as hell love you."
Together they made the perfect killing machine. They both taught each other the killing game, and both new it skillfully as well. They both were crafty in their deaths, they knew how to enjoy themselves to the fullest. As they grew, they understood quite clearly that they were the becoming, they were the becoming of a future set to become the new age of darkness.