Tearful Memories

She waits impatiently at the door. Anxiously waiting for the postman to arrive. She had been doing this everyday since he left. She heard the knock of the door and nearly tripped over the cat trying to get to it. She opened it up with excitement and a glow about her face. The glow vanished when she saw two elderly women at the door. The two elderly women were there to talk about God and heaven. She had gone to church regularly every Sunday for years, but today was not the day. A letter was due from her love and she had no time for conversation.

After excusing herself, she went and sat in the living room. Opened the cabinet and pulled out an old box. Filled with pictures and poetic words, it reminded her of days gone by. These weren’t letters he wrote to her while gone, but constant reminders of their love while he was still there. Everyday, reminding her how truly special she was.

She still remembers the day that a clumsy and shy soldier spilled a drink on her at the bar. He stuttered and apologized a million times. It was kind of cute and he even offered to buy her a new dress. That led to the conversation they would have till closing time of the bar. So entranced in each other’s words, they never realized how the hours had flown by.

A storybook meeting, with many more storybook moments that would soon follow. Beautiful candlelight dinners, lakeside lunches, and moonlit dances. She sighed, remembering how he would hang on her every word and quote random lines from love poems, some that she believed he had just made up on the spot because they were so bad. But even the bad ones held within them a romantic spell that captivated her.

She flips through and finds a picture of him soaking wet, the day he fell into the lake. He attempted to propose to her and dropped the ring. In his ever so clumsy manner, he jumped in after it. The water was shallow and she just heard a thud. He had a one-track mind. All he could think about was finding the ring, never mind the clear pain he was in.

Eventually he did find it. Sitting there, waist deep in the water and holding the ring up, panting out of breathe with a goofy smile on his face. How could she not say yes to that? That day, they became more than just two people in love. They would start down their path to oneness.

Looking though more pictures, one of him in uniform. It made her proud but sad. Days after he proposed, he got orders to mobilize. She begged and cried but eventually, she knew that there was no changing it. So she would write to him everyday after and spray the letters with her perfume, leaving kiss imprints on it for him so that everyday he could imagine her there next to him. And he, he wrote back often as he could. Daily if so and if not, the time in between letters was never long. Always excited to receiver her letters, he would write about the others guys teasing him as he waited for the mail call.

A knock on the door brings her back from her dreamland state. It must have been the postman. He was late and she was getting tired of waiting. Hearing another knock, she nearly trips over the cat, again, rushing to the door.

She swings the door open as if God himself were to walk through it. As quickly as she does, her smile fades.

Standing there, an officer, in full military uniform and chaplain in tow. Her eyes went wide and before a word could come from his mouth, tears already rained down her cheek. She collapsed to the ground, screaming and crying. It couldn’t be true. There was no way. They were to be married.

She looked up with tears in her eyes. Looking up at mysterious face, one not belonging to her lost love. A face hidden behind shadows. One that could not properly comfort her or bring her love back from a far off hell. She’ll never get to kiss his lips again, never hear his voice again. Never got to say goodbye. All she could is stare down at the ring sitting on her finger with an eye full of tears, washing memories of a time now drifting further away.

Copyright ©2012 Taihair Brown

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My New Moon Valentine

She walked down the street, alone and deep into here own thoughts. Today was Valentines Day and she was alone, but it wasn’t supposed to be that way. Three days before, she had been happy and excited to spent another Valentines with her boyfriend, Greg, of four years. That was before she came home and found his letter on their bed. He had left out of town…..for good and he wasn’t leaving alone. Lisa, someone she once considered a friend, was leaving with him.

She felt so betrayed. Her friend and her lover stabbing her in the back. She believed that there could be no pain worse than what she was feeling at that moment. Why her? Why was she walking alone this night, the night of lovers. She had taken this back way as so she would not have to see all the couples in each others warm embrace as if they were flaunting their love just to tease her. It was as if they all knew she was in pain this very moment.

“Excuse me miss, a penny for your thoughts.”

She stopped and looked up startled. She was so deep into her thoughts that she did not even notice the man standing there. And a handsome man at that. She had already started to blush before she knew what she was doing.

“You look troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?” asked the man.

“No, I’m quite fine thank you,” she responded, though it wasn’t quite the truth.

The man looked at her with a charming smile, one that could stop a charging rhino in its tracks.  The look in his eyes seemed to melt away all her defenses.”Why are you out here all by yourself on this night?” he asked her. “This is the night of love. You should be with that one special somebody wrapped in each others arms.”

“Yeah, I no longer have one of those unfortunately,” she replied. “I am on my own, though I can’t say I exactly know why.”

Without realizing, she had begun to frown thinking back on all the crying she had done these last three days. She was unaware just how much her sadness was showing on her face. She looked up and her eyes went from a sad and heavy veil to awake and surprised. There, directly in front of her was a beautiful blood red rose.

“For me?” she asked.

“Yes, a beautiful rose for a beautiful lady,” he said with that same disarming smile as before. “There is no reason an angel such as yourself should be wearing such a sad face. If I could meet the man who put such a dreary look upon your feature, I would surely teach him a fierce lesson and then make him beg for your forgiveness on his hands and knees while sucking on the dirt.”

The mans gesture made her giggle. It was as if those words had lifted all the sadness and sorrow from her shoulders. She had not felt this good in so long. This gentlemen here…who needed Greg. She took the rose and offered a sheepish smile as her thank you.

The man looked up to the sky and began to speak again. “It’s a wonderful night out, even the moon has parted and made room for love. I know we just met mere moment ago, but would you do me the honor and be my Valentine,…..just for this evening maybe?”

Holding the blood rose close to her chest. Hands and rose alike nearly were buried in between her breast as her body became tight upon hearing the mans request. She had been taken back by his words. A wave of hope, happiness and excitement began to fill her body. Though she had just barely met him, something about him excited her and made her feel warm inside.

His words were so hypnotic. He was just so charming and he wasn’t ugly by far. The way his raven black hair sat on his head with one strand neatly hanging over. The soft look of his blue eyes which could stop the very fires of the sun. His lips looked soft and very kissable….yes maybe more than that.

She caught herself in her thoughts and let out a soft giggle. She then looked up worried he might have heard her giggle and was afraid he’d think she was laughing at him. She looked up from her rose and her thoughts and saw him standing there with the same charming smile.

“Yes….yes, I will be your Valentine,” she answered. “You are a very sweet man, err…. I’m sorry, I feel so silly. I actually never got your name. Here you are being all nice and I never bothered to even ask.”

“Oh don’t worry, that’s okay,” said the man with a soft laugh as he reached behind his back.  “Who needs names when loves in the air. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the one.”

“Really?” she asked as she found herself again blushing uncontrollably.

“Yes, really and I have one more sweet gift for you tonight. One that will allow that love to fully manifest its self,” says the man in a soft tone as he revealed a large knife from behind his back……….

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Passion For Murder (The Return) p.II

 

 

 

 

 

 

She attempted to limp away, but it was too late. He had already recovered and grabbed her by her brown hair. He pulled her back and kissed her, pushing his tongue down her throat.
“Mmm, I haven’t felt a love this strong in a long time,” he said. “I can’t remember the last time my prey managed to make me feel pain. I normally prefer blondes, but I think you’ll become my new favorite.”
He kissed her once more, again forcing his tongue down her throat.
She bit his tongue in defiance. He pulled back, yelling in pain. Yanking on her hair, he throw up against the alley wall.
She tried to take off, but it was of no use as his knife found its face into her quad. Into her quad, her stomach, her shoulder blade, and into her breast causing her to scream out. He promptly placed his hand around her throat and slowly began strangling her. Not even a single breathe could escape, let alone a scream for help.
He pressed up against her, taking in her scent and inhaling her perfume. She could do nothing but watch as the dark figure seemed to get off on her scent and torment. It disgusted her to levels she never thought imaginable.
She could not figure what she had did wrong. She had gone to church every single Sunday. Prayed to God, never stole and lived an honest life the best to her human abilities. So why, why was she left here to suffer? A play toy for this sicko. She prayed to God. Praying that somehow, someway she would be saved.
“Please lord,” she thought to herself. “Rescue me from this fate. I don’t want to die. No, not like this. Not killed by this mad man. Please lord, help your humble servant.”
Tears began to run down her face. She wondered if God had heard her plea.
Her thoughts were quickly taken by the knife piercing between her legs. Never had she felt any pain like she felt in that instance. At that moment, she knew she would die. There would be no last minute rescue. No police whistle or some knight in shining armor coming to her aid.
Staring down at the devils smile. His hood came up just enough to where she could look him directly in his eyes. What she saw terrified her more than the thought of hell its self. She could not describe the feeling that traveled through her entire body.
Had she stared face to face with the devil himself? No, he was no devil nor was he human. He was something else……..something worse.  There would be no miracles from God on this night.
She looked up to the blackened night sky. There wasn’t a star in the sky, not even a moon to be her last witness. Perhaps that was a sign that God and maybe even the devil had turned their backs on her. She faced the Grim Reaper himself and he enjoyed every minute of it.
As she felt his knife penetrate her over and over again, she gave herself over to the darkness. Yes, she was in pain but it mattered not. She knew she would die with both God and the Devil turning their backs on her for a more sinister being.
She closed her eyes, saying her last good byes to this world.
He stood over his victim as the rain began to fall. The rain always felt so refreshing after he exercised and released himself. He pulled his hood back and let the the rain run through his dark raven hair as he looked to the sky.
He loved the way the night sky looked in absence of the moon. He couldn’t help but whistle a tune to himself as he stepped over the girls limp and bloody body. He would remember her for a long time. He had begun to get bored. The women he kept meeting lacked passion and energy, but this one here revived his love. He couldn’t wait till the next night to passionately make love to his next partner……..
He just hoped she enjoyed it as much as he did.

Passion For Murder (The Return) p.I


She ran, she ran ever faster. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Every time she looked back, she saw this stalking figure behind her. Nothing but a smile peering from under his hood. A smile she imagined the Devil himself would wear.
She ran down the street, unsure of which direction she stood take. Take the alley way? Less likely chance she’d run into anyone who could help her, but it did provide a short cut into the downtown district where many late night bar hoppers would be. Or she could stay on the public streets and hope to run into another human being.
She cut through the alley. She had hoped she could make it to downtown before her pursuer could catch her. In the back of her mind, she began to second guess herself. But, she knew her chances of running into someone in the late hour on this side of town would most likely not happen. She had to take a chance.
She began to scream for help, praying someone would hear her.
“Oh god, someone help me please. Someone please help me. I pray to god, someone please help me,” she yelled repeatedly. Her voice just bounced off the alley walls back at her.
She stumbled, but managed not to fall. She looked to see where the dark smile was at. As she turned, she saw a hand reach from the shadows and grab her by her throat.
He lifted her up and slammed her to the ground. Pushing her in the face repeatedly, her once golden glow turned bright red, flushed and bleeding. She kept fighting, though she felt his entire weight on top of her.
She knew she was no match for him physically, but she knew one thing. She lifted her leg as best as she could and in one swift motion, landed a blow between his legs.
The dark, sinister smile he wore on his face turned to one of surprise and pain. The hand that once held her throat in a tight cobra clutch was now grasping his genitals.
She quickly pushed him off the top of her. Dragging herself off of the ground, she started to run again, but she didn’t get far. He grabbed onto her ankle. A smile turned painful expression was now one of anger and hate.
She attempted to kick him in the face. Her foot hit its mark, but he continued to hold tight. She continued to kick. As she did, his grip loosened. He was still trying to recover from the kick to his groin. It was just enough to where she was able to pull her leg away.
She started to run, confident she would be able to get away till she felt something sharp slice through her leg causing her to stumble. She didn’t have to look down, she could feel the blood trickling down her leg. She was afraid to, but she looked back anyway.
Sitting there, with the grin back on his face, he was holding a knife dressed with her blood. She knew not when he had managed to pull it out, but he had successful sliced her hamstring and preventing her from sprinting down the alleyway. The cut wasn’t too deep, but it was enough to slow her down and stop her from making a get away.

The New Moon Killer (Pryor Intro)

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, lifting up her dress trying not to trip. She looked back, seeing her pursuer was still behind her. He approached at a slowed pace.While looking back, she happened to trip over a tree root protruding out of the ground.
She looked back, all she could was a twisted smile. His eyes hidden under his hood, but deep down she knew it to be the look of the devil.
She pulled herself up and started running again. She usually came out into the fields to enjoy some quiet time to herself at night after dinner. That turned out to be her downfall for there was no one around who could here her cries for help. All the while, a sinister grin drew ever nearer.
As she ran, searching for an escape route, she began to cry. She did not want to die. She wanted to find true love, grow old while raising a few kids of her own and even grandkids.
Her eyes felt heavy, the tears came flowing out. They blurred her vision. So much that she did not see the rock in front of her as it sent her falling face first into the grass.
She laid there stunned before her senses came back to her. Unfortunately, it was too late. She felt the weight of her pursuer on top of her.
He knocked the wind out of her before turning her over. What she saw, struck fear into her the likes she never knew existed. A demonic vision peering down upon. The eyes of the devil with a matching grin.
Looking up into the night sky, eyes heavy from the tears. She prayed to God as the last thing she saw was his knife gleaming, dancing under a moonless night sky.

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“Stop! I said stop god damn it!”

Chasing after the culprit, he nearly ran over an old lady. Grabbing her to keep her from falling, he spins to keep his momentum.
Quickly locating his target, he tries to cut through the crowd hoping to head him off.
“Move damn it, get out the way,” he yells to on-lookers stopping in the middle of the street to stare at him.
Quickly moving to avoid a group of people, he finds himself heading straight into a fruit stand. He lowers his shoulder and barrels straight into it, knocking over the vendors fruits leaving him yelling obscenities in his direction as he went on through.
He had apples, pears and banana’s decorating his brown slacks and white shirt. It just made him more frustrated and he picked up his pace. Seeing his target in sight, he jumped onto a cart sitting on the side of the road and propelled himself into the air.
Looking around, the target didn’t know what hit him before a large figure landed on top him leaving them both rolling on the ground. The culprit tried to fight him off but ended up eating a fist.
“Fucker,” panting trying to catch his breathe. “Made me chase you half way across town. And for what?”
Goes into the culprits pockets and pulls out a wad of wrinkled dollars.
“A few fucking bucks! Do you know how hard people work to make a honest living here and you go and steal it from them! I should kick you ass right here and now.”
He lifts the man up, slapping the handcuffs on him.
“Great and now I’m dirty too as well. I was supposed be meeting my girlfriends parents after this. Are you going buy me a new outfit?”
As he proceeds off to drop his package off at the station so he can hurry home and change, he feels a hand on his shoulder. Hoping it wasn’t the owner of that stand he had destroyed, he turns around to see who it is. Bending down, breathing hard with both hands on his knee is an out of breathe uniform officer.
“Sir, Detective Pryor.” The officer stops to catch his breathe. “I have been sent to find out.”
Pryor looks down at the tired officer. “Sigh, can’t this wait. I’m kind of in a hurry.”
The officer quickly shakes his head.
“There has been an official request. This is from the top, they’re calling in all the detectives.”
Pryor took a moment to take it all in. It was rare for them to call to order every detective in the department. He looked back to the officer who seemed to have regained his breathe. “What has them big boys panties in a bunch so bad that they feel the need to ruin the rest of my day?”
The officers face turned grim as if remembering something he had hoped to forget.
“The New Moon Killer……..he’s struck again.

New Moon Business part II

It could not have been anyone she knew. Most would of called out to her by now. Yes, it was windy, but not enough to drown out someone’s voice. She could not think of who the man might be. She saw the majority of the shop owners who she was friendly with leave for the night hours before she left her own shop. So she picked up pace even more. Unfortunately, so did her pursuer.
She had had enough. She broke out in a sprint. As quickly as she had taken off, the one figure had done the same. She ran as fast as she could but without even turning around, she could tell he was quickly gaining on her.
She sees the end of the street. If she could just hit that corner, she would be almost home or at least close enough to her block to where she could yell for help and be heard.
As she reaches the street and begins to hit that corner, she feels a tight tug at her hair. Without her noticing, the dark figure had caught up to her and yanked her by the hair. He pulled her back from around the corner and slams her up against the wall.
She kicks and tries and fight but he has overpowered her. His hand grasp her throat and lifts her up in the air and slams her once again against the wall. As she struggles helplessly, she notices him pull something from out of his cloak. She squints her eyes attempting to see what it is. Her eyes open wide in cold fear as she takes notice that it was a large knife.
She attempts to scream and fight harder. But to no avail, the clamp he has on her prevents any sound from escaping her mouth. Seeing under his hood, there is a wicked grin that sends the most paralyzing fear down her spine that she had ever felt.
He leans in and begins to sniff her neck, feeling a sense of ecstasy from her perfume. The loud sounds of him taking in the scent and exhaling. She looks around, praying that someone, anyone would come along to help her.
His hand slides up her dress. She feels the cold touch of his knife sliding against her thigh. The icy touch of the knife froze the very blood in her skin. She told for a moment that there could be nothing colder than that knife……..until she looked into the eyes of the devil.
Staring into the eyes of the hooded figure. She did not recognize him, but that mattered not. The look in his eyes were something straight from hell its self. Dread, hopelessness and sorrow all rushed through her at once. And just as quickly, she felt the cold penetration of the knife into her vagina. She tried to scream out as the blade entered her. Still, no sound came out as he kept a firm grip on her neck.
She could feel the blood rushing down her leg. The agonizing pain that she had felt that moment as the knife went in and out. At that moment, she wished for complete death. She just wanted him to kill her and to do it it quickly.
She felt his grip tighten as he slapped her down hard on the ground. He began to choke her out. She could feel the breathe leaving her body quickly. Just as quickly, she feel his blade enter her ribs. And then she felt it again and then felt it yet again. The blade had managed to penetrate deeply through her ribcage.
She was still bleeding heavily from her vagina. Laying in a pool of her own blood and blacking out, she whispered a prayer to God hoping he could hear in her time of need. The cloaked mad man bend down and licked her cheek. He put one final tight squeeze on her throat. As he did so, he stabbed her hard in chest.
As she faded out for the last time, she could feel him cutting her open. But, she could feel no pain at all. She felt sad, but there was no pain. This was it. She would die in the most horrible way possible, but at last, she felt no more pain.
As he sat over the cold dead body of the victim. In a pool of blood they sat. Baptized in her essence and born anew. He looked up into the night sky, his hood falling back revealing his raven black hair. He stands up, looking down on his latest lover. Cut and sliced apart like a precious piece of art. His one night stand, his everlasting lover.
He wipes clean his blade and places back in its sleeve. Throws his hood back over his raven hair and walks off back into the night. Not even looking back at his work, not a care in the world. He looks up into the night sky, clear and moonless. He grins with pure satisfaction, walking into the shadows, whistling a tune to himself.

New Moon Business part I

(NOTE: IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ BLOODY NEW MOON BEFORE YOU BEGIN THIS STORY)

She closes the door to the shop, happy to be done for the evening. Normally she likes to close up around sun down, but inventory had to be done before the next sunrise. She puts the key into the lock, making sure she locks both.
It was a cold night she thought to herself. She was wishing she had brought her jacket with her.  Her green summer dress was nice. It hung down to her calves. It had a nice low cut which showed off her chest slightly. Just enough to hypnotize the male customers, but not enough to send the wrong signal. She realized long ago how silly men could be by showing just a little skin. That made it easy to sell them whatever she wanted to.
She put her keys into her black purse. As she turned to walk home, she looked back behind her. She had an eerie feeling. Something wasn’t right in the air. She brushed it off as paranoia. There wasn’t a soul to be found in the street. The business district usually was quiet at night after all the stores closed down.
She begins to head home, wrapping her arms around herself as the wind blows. It blew her dark brown hair in her face. A few strands managed to get caught in her mouth. She stops and decides that it would be better to tie her hair back. It would take her only twenty minutes to get home from the shop, but she didn’t want to be brushing her hair out her face every step of the way.
As she wraps her long back length hair up in a bun, she looks back once again. Something just felt strange and she could not escape that feeling. She shakes it off and proceeds to walk again. As she continues down the path, she thinks of her up coming vacation. Her fiance surprised her that morning with a planned trip to Florence. She always wanted to live there, but never had the money. Together, they had planned on saving up money and moving there some day. And now, for the first time, she would be happy to set foot in the romantic city. It left her feeling like a little school girl. She just wanted to skip all the way home.
She was so hypnotized by her own thoughts that she almost didn’t her the footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly snapped her head back. Nothing there, just wind and empty space. What was wrong with her? She was jumping at shadows.
As she started to walk again, she once again heard footsteps not her own. She takes a deep breathe and refuses to look back. She continues to walk, ignoring the sounds. The footsteps are still there. Now she knows that she could not be imagining things. She slowly looks back again. She is startled by a dark figure walking several feet behind her. They were still a good three buildings away, but where had  the person come from?
The figure had a tall build about them. Probably around six foot. Broad shoulders, probably male. The figure wore black trousers with a long black cloak that ran the full body length. The dark figure wore black boots that were typical of middle and upper class males in the city. They were usually made from imported leather, so only a select few were able to afford them.
Based on his attire, she assumed that he must of been one of the shop owners. He nearly scared her half to death. He was probably stuck like she was, doing inventory as well. So, she kept walking but one thing was bugging her. She could not see the mans face as he had it completely covered by his hood.
She decided to pick up her pace. She felt uncomfortable alone at night with a lone dark figure. As she picked up her pace, she noticed that the dark figure behind her did so as well. He matched her step for step. Now she was beginning to truly worry.
It could not have been anyone she knew. Most would of called out to her by now. Yes, it was windy, but not enough to drown out someone’s voice. She could not think of who the man She closes the door to the shop, happy to be done for the evening. Normally she likes to close up around sun down, but inventory had to be done before the next sunrise. She puts the key into the lock, making sure she locks both.
It was a cold night she thought to herself. She was wishing she had brought her jacket with her.  Her green summer dress was nice. It hung down to her calves. It had a nice low cut which showed off her chest slightly. Just enough to hypnotize the male customers, but not enough to send the wrong signal. She realized long ago how silly men could be by showing just a little skin. That made it easy to sell them whatever she wanted to.
She put her keys into her black purse. As she turned to walk home, she looked back behind her. She had an eerie feeling. Something wasn’t right in the air. She brushed it off as paranoia. There wasn’t a soul to be found in the street. The business district usually was quiet at night after all the stores closed down.
She begins to head home, wrapping her arms around herself as the wind blows. It blew her dark brown hair in her face. A few strands managed to get caught in her mouth. She stops and decides that it would be better to tie her hair back. It would take her only twenty minutes to get home from the shop, but she didn’t want to be brushing her hair out her face every step of the way.
As she wraps her long back length hair up in a bun, she looks back once again. Something just felt strange and she could not escape that feeling. She shakes it off and proceeds to walk again. As she continues down the path, she thinks of her up coming vacation. Her fiance surprised her that morning with a planned trip to Florence. She always wanted to live there, but never had the money. Together, they had planned on saving up money and moving there some day. And now, for the first time, she would be happy to set foot in the romantic city. It left her feeling like a little school girl. She just wanted to skip all the way home.
She was so hypnotized by her own thoughts that she almost didn’t her the footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly snapped her head back. Nothing there, just wind and empty space. What was wrong with her? She was jumping at shadows.
As she started to walk again, she once again heard footsteps not her own. She takes a deep breathe and refuses to look back. She continues to walk, ignoring the sounds. The footsteps are still there. Now she knows that she could not be imagining things. She slowly looks back again. She is startled by a dark figure walking several feet behind her. They were still a good three buildings away, but where had  the person come from?
The figure had a tall build about them. Probably around six foot. Broad shoulders, probably male. The figure wore black trousers with a long black cloak that ran the full body length. The dark figure wore black boots that were typical of middle and upper class males in the city. They were usually made from imported leather, so only a select few were able to afford them.
Based on his attire, she assumed that he must of been one of the shop owners. He nearly scared her half to death. He was probably stuck like she was, doing inventory as well. So, she kept walking but one thing was bugging her. She could not see the mans face as he had it completely covered by his hood.
She decided to pick up her pace. She felt uncomfortable alone at night with a lone dark figure. As she picked up her pace, she noticed that the dark figure behind her did so as well. He matched her step for step. Now she was beginning to truly worry.