lingerie surfer killerWritten on February 3, 2014 Categories: San Diego Boudoir
The craving had been met for awhile by a homeless man she had picked up awhile back. His bones were still in the hallway closet. She’d have to clean before she brought anyone else back.
It was just another thing to add to the list of her worries. Even for a 200 year old vampire serial killer, San Diego was a tough city to live in. Her bills were piling up, her apartment too small. Her employment situation was the worst of all.
She sat down in her livingroom, she had no TV. She wasn’t even sure she wanted one. It was 2 hours until sundown. In life her favorite thing to do was watch the sunset. She couldn’t even do that now. She could still surf though, even if it was at night. She didn’t have to worry about drowning or sharks.
The sun set, she grabbed her board, walked out, started her car and drove out. 5 minutes later she was parked and walking toward the beach.
She passed a group of guys on the way who stopped to admire her lingerie like beach outfit. They didn’t stand a chance, she only dated guys who were over 6 feet and had dark hair. She did contemplate killing them though.
The ocean was nice and cool. She sensed no predators in the water besides herself. Her eyes detected a small campfire off in the distance.
This was a weekday. What were people doing out on the beach when they should be at home sleeping in lingerie? People had no value or morals anymore! She would kill them all and use their bodily fluids in her bloody Mary mix.
She got out of the surf, she was close enough to smell them. Bunny rabbits every last one of them. She felt her fangs come in, her finger nails became talons.
It looked like a college party. She charged out impossibly fast. She talons opened them up like red water balloons. All of them screamed and ran, none were fast enough.
She finished, all were dead. She was covered in blood, panting, out of breathe. The fire casting shadows, crackling, and the steady calming noise of the surf. “You’re so beautiful”, she gasped and turned around. She had missed one in all the confusion. He was really good looking, had no fear, and was actually walking toward her. Strange, peculiar. “Please allow me to introduce myself, Louis Cypher, and you just killed my ride home” She actually blushed, “i’m sorry, if you don’t mind i’ll give you a ride home, just give me a minute to wash up, i must look a fright” Freshly bathed from the ocean she walked back up to where he was waiting. Their seemed something dark and magickal about him, and maybe everything was going to turn out alright after all.