The commotion at the door woke me. I groaned, shoving the body; the dead weight; away from me as I waited. If I ignored it, it would go away… unless it was Mrs. Tim. Her yells of my name woke the dogs in their kennels and once they woke up my companion would also rise. Feet touching the cold floor. Now I am awake. Fuck you.
What was her name? Green hair… tattoos… Peyton? No, that’s red hair. Kaitlin? She was dead to the world. Breathing yes, but not even a bomb would deter this one. Good.
Mrs. Tim used my full name, dammit she wasn’t going away. That bitch had done a background check on us when we arrived. She knew more than even the pigs in this town.
I was pissed, as I shuffled to the door. The floor was smudged with dirty prints leading from the kitchen to the basement. Niko. I slipped, catching myself in a puddle of blood. My hand was covered up to my elbow.
Once I opened the door shirtless she took one look at me and gasped. Shocked. I usually went out in public for business in a suit. Done up with a tie and all. Look the part you want to represent.
“Mrs. Tim, you already know it’s Nye, now why are you out here raising the dead?”
She tried to look behind me as I kept the door close to my chest and leaned out. “You boys are disgusting!” She angrily spouted off looking at my ink covered chest, or maybe it was because of my dead joke. The cemetery arced around the property. She knew that, as some of it was her own family's plots. “That brother of yours was eating a cat,” she shrieked with her fists shaking, balled up at her sides.
“He wouldn’t attack for no reason,” I sighed heavily. Bored with this conversation. Why Mrs. Tim needed to come over at the crack of the sun cresting on Satan's ass, I’ll never know. She could have just sent a well worded email with an invoice and I’d have paid it, like many of the last times.
Laughing at her reaction. “Ma’am with all due respect, that isn’t possible. He has been here all night.” I lied smoothly to her as I closed the door.
“I’m calling the law… I won’t allow you to get away with this!” She always made claims but never actually did so. I moved from the door, after locking the dead bolts from top to bottom, three click, click, clicks.
My feet were moving towards the stairs as I followed the smudgy footprints of blood. It was always blood.
I walked up behind Niko as he stood in the middle of his operating room, covered in blood. His face was turned up to the spot lamp in a daze. The blood dripped off his hands, slithering rivers into the drain.
“What did you do, brother?” I begged, knowing he ate that stupid cat just like she accused.
“I ate her pretty eyes,” he sang, turning to smile at me. Of course he did. Of fucking course.
Those eyes. I wanted those eyes. If I consumed them, they were mine. The water rushed over my skin, washing away the sludgy mess that was Maribel. Pretty tabby with glowing orbs. Pretty Maribel.
“We can’t keep doing this…” Nye whispered as he washed my hair. Head forced to the side, then the other, fingers rubbed behind ears as he tried to not lose his cool. To put his anger out. It was in his eyes. Darkened with worry, and exhaustion. "Niko… are you listening?"
No. I tried to drown him out; putting my head under the spraying heat. I wanted to eat his heart but Maw said you don't eat your blood. It taints you. It makes you dirty. His heart was pure. Empathic.
"If it wasn't for Maw, I'd have eaten you already." I stated plainly. It was his reaction that turned up my own. I laughed as he slammed me back into the tile, his arm under my chin. Forcing the air out. I didn't care.
"Maw coddled you, I won't." He spat in my face. I triggered his mommy issues. She loved me more. She taught me the ways.
"You do," I choked out and laughed more when he let me go. I fell into the bottom of the tub. He left. Back to whatever cheap thrill he had in his bed. Trash. They tasted like garbage.
Fingers touched darkened soles hanging off the bed. Yanking at her ankle to flip her. She snorted in slumber from the reposition. Once consented, always consented. Maw taught me as much. Hands running up the back of her thighs, thumbs rubbing along inner edges of slickened heat.
Higher up, sliding cheeks apart. Tongue running along her softened puckered bud. Hips rolled with another hum of more. Don’t stop. Hands rubbing along cheeks in handfuls, at mouth moved from her ass to the inner juice. She was dripping wet. I needed to wear her.
I angled myself under her, sit up baby…
Thumb rolling along her tiny pulsating nub as I darted my tongue in and out of her. Red hair a mess of tangles as she came alive, hips rocking down into my awaiting mouth.
When she exploded she drenched the room in her scent. Intoxicating.
It felt like a tear in my chest. Ripped open wide. Niko standing over me with crimson droplets. “Can you… end it?”
Niko: - Trigger Warning -
The noises were animalistic coming from Nye’s room. It disgusted me. He was eating her in ways that didn’t sate the insides. She smelled. It hardened parts of me but Maw said that piece of me wasn’t for anyone but her.
Maw never sounded like that.
She had never cried out in so much joy. So much excitement or enjoyment.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, adjusting the issue as I shuffled from his door. Down the stairs to the basement. My safe haven.
My hands shook as I relabeled every vial, jar, and moved on to sanitizing equipment.
I was blocking out Maw. But her nails ran along my neck. "Niccolo," she whispered into my ear. I spun. She was not here. I had her bones in my bed. I knew that for certain.
Behind the door, beyond the corridor was the bed. I scrubbed my hands over my face as I stared at the door. A deep agonizing stab started in my eye.
"Com'ere Niccolo, Maw has something to show you…"
