The Serial Killers Guide to Love (Deadly Darling #1)

Chapter 31

31

Sam

Two weeks later

A serial killer shouldn’t feel happiness, right? I am the garbage man that scares monsters, but I have never considered that I would ever get a shot at love, even less a chance to feel true joy in my soul.

Do I have a soul?

I asked myself this often, as the concept of the soul was something that fascinated me and enthralled me. Only if I have a soul, I would gladly offer it to Lilly.

I stand in her kitchen, and prepare my signature risotto, knowing that she will show up soon.

We fell in a sweet routine.

I usually spend the night in her house, holding her after we make love for hours. And I even learned to allow some touches. They still screw me, but I don’t freeze anymore. I know that it’s her, her hand, her fingers and I feel her desire and love for me streaming through her touch. My beautiful perfect woman.

“Hey love!”

I can hear her voice as she walks in from her greenhouse. During the last two weeks, she explained things to me about poison that I never knew. That there is a certain orchid root that allows one to create a poison that is absorbed by the skin.

We talked about Wolfsbane and Aconite. The two that are easy to find, but no one looks for them.

And I kept forgetting that she needed the bodies to look as if they died in an accident.

“My deadly darling”

I swooped her in my arms, and twirl with her through the room. She is giggling, her legs and long skirt dance in my arms.

Is this happiness? This feeling as if an alien tried to press its way through my damn chest?

Lilly pressed her lips to my ear.

“Are you hungry?”

I asked even though I knew the answer

“Ravenous.”

Tonight was the night. I knew that it was the right moment. My target, Mr James Miller was alone at home and I planned on helping him spend the evening in a much, well, let’s say deadlier way that he maybe had envisioned it.

Lilly enjoyed her food, but I was restless. Too many days passed since I killed and the darkness in me was empty, calling out to be fed with what it craved. Nothing else would ever satiate the hunger I felt.

“So?”

I asked as I took a bite and chased it with some soft homemade garlic bread.

“Hm?”

“Are you ready? I put an outfit out for you for tonight.”

Lilly wanted to join me and the darkness in me was so happy to let her inside me. Would she still want me when she sees the Beast? I don’t get emotional when I kill, but I am happy. Would she understand that the moment when my blade takes a life is as pure as the moment when I am inside her, looking into her soul?

“Are you taking me?”

I played with her, just a bit acting as if I wasn’t sure if I wanted her there with me. Even though I vibrate with the desire to have her with me.

“Yes. Absolutely. But you only observe until it is safe to play.”

“What are we doing?”

“We eat. Young killers need energy to be able to do the kill.”

I kissed her forehead.

Lilly buzzed with energy as she dressed into the black leggings and black long sleeve shirt I put out for her.

“They make my ass look big”

She complained as she walked down, but I could only appreciate her sexy curvy ass that was looking incredible in the leggings

“You need to put your hair up in a bun and I will give you a cover when we get there."

I said, walked closer and wrapped her in my arms.

My hard cock pressed against her lush ass.

“Me and my cock, we both think that your ass is fucking wonderful and I can’t wait to have it.”

“Hmmm.”

Lilly rubbed herself against me, like the cat she was.

We were ready when the bell rang at the door.

“Who is this?”

She asked me, confused.

“How should I know, you live here.”

I replied with a wink.

“Want me to get rid of them?”

“Yes please. I don’t expect anyone and I need to work my hair into a bun.”

My body buzzed as I watched Lilly walk up the stairs. Maybe I always wanted to see her in skin tight clothes, because they were not necessary for the killing. I always wear blue jeans and a shirt and I pull some plastic coveralls, the type painters use over. That’s the easy simple way to make sure that I won’t get covered in blood and that I won’t leave any DNA sample in my wake.

Relaxed, I walked down to the door, but not before checking my phone cam to see what was waiting for me. Kill me, I like to plan ahead.

Derek.

I cleared my throat. He had no idea that I knew everything about him, including his shoe size.

He stood there, in the door, holding a bottle of wine and a potted flower and I almost felt bad for him.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

I said and he threw me a confused look.

He is tall, but I match him and we could look straight into the other’s eyes.

“Hm, hi, I am looking for Lilly, is this not her house?”

Poor guy, the blood from his face drained. I have what they call the psycho stare. People can’t look for more than 5 seconds into my eyes before they feel the need to take a step back.

For Derek, I mixed my half smile that doesn’t touch my eyes into it.

“Yes, it is.”

He hesitated. I expected more from you, Derek. A big, strong lad should have more guts. He should demand to see her, fuck, he should push me away and make his way inside to get to her.

“Can I leave those with you?”

He asked and I kept looking at him, but he became suddenly very fascinated with his shoes.

Just as I was about to reply, Lilly walked up from behind me looking like eye candy dressed all black with her hair up. Her body was something that dreams were made of, but I craved her, the entire Lilly, crazy, plants, monster porn, soil under the fingernails, midnight tea and Nutella. All of her.

Derek gave her the most appreciating look.

“Lilly.”

“Hi Derek, what a surprise.”

She was nice, but firm.

“Yes, I mean, I texted and you didn’t reply.”

I felt pride swell inside my chest. She didn’t even reply. I don’t think that people need to break up after just a few dates, but this, me and her was love, it was next level Romeo and Juliet, it was Dracula and Mina and was the kind of I can’t live without her type of love.

“Derek. I am in love. So, I don’t think that texting makes sense. I wish you the best, you are a good guy.”

Lilly leaned into me and I put my arm around her waist, allowing her body to feel protected. Not that Derek had anything predatory about him. He was a good guy, and I was feeling almost sorry for him because he fell for the wrong person.

“Oh, okay. Sorry for bothering you. Here’s the wine. Enjoy.”

He put the wine on the ground and turned around and ran. Not cool, Derek. At a certain age a man needs to know how to handle his emotions.

“Fuck, sorry, this was so awkward. I didn’t talk to him since that night, I forgot all about him.”

She was flustered.

“You didn’t do anything wrong and don’t have to apologize. He is actually a good guy, I know.”

Her eyes were round and she gave me one of them Lilly looks, from under her long lashes.

“Do I want to know how?”

“My deadly darling, do you really think that I would have let you go out with a man that I didn’t check first? What type of guy do you think I am?”

She cuddled into my arms.

“My type.”

We closed the door and my new found humanity hoped that Derek would find himself the right girl, as I found my deadly darling.

“Are we going or what?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”