This will be deleted soon - The Wrong Hope *Complete and Free*

37. Errands

Guy

Year: 1983 2nd August, Tuesday, around 2 hours after dawn.

I was later than planned due to struggling to find somewhere to get blood for Doll. I couldn't buy it from a blood bank as I wasn't a medical professional and there wasn't one open anyway. 100’s of miles from my normal source and in a different state, I was at a bit of a loss. In the end I had to find a payphone and call a buddy of mine, who was royally pissed at me calling at 3 in the f*****g morning, and then I had to wait at the pay phone for him to call his contact and get back to me.

Turns out there was a cousin of his at a local abattoir that would hook me up. By the time I’d driven there, collected the blood and made good with Bill’s cousin, dawn was peeping over the horizon. That had made me worried. I’d told Doll she wouldn’t be thirsty tonight so I was pretty sure that meant dawn would bring raging thirst. I’m sure the motel clientele was as crappy as the motel itself so Doll screaming her lungs out and trashing the room would likely not draw any attention but if it did and someone went in there they were dead.

"Honey, I'm home." I announced cheerfully as I clumsily entered the motel room. My hands were full so I kicked the door shut and hit the light with my elbow. The room was quiet and everything seemed to be where I’d left it with the exception of Doll who was not on the bed.

“Doll?!” I called, looking anxiously round the tiny room. The room lacked places to hide, no closet and no corners. Panic was rising in me. What if the potion hadn’t worked? What if the instructions I gave when she was unconscious didn’t stick because she couldn’t f*****g hear them…. f**k I was absolute eejit as my Dad would say. I’d thought I’d won but I had f****d myself. Before my pity party got fully underway I decided to put the bags down and check the ensuite. I thought my instruction had been for ‘this room’ but perhaps I’d said the ‘motel room’ in which case she might be in there.

After my very pleasing visit with Candy I’d driven to a 24hr store picking up a few bits including a change of clothes for Doll and a new notepad for me. The plan was to write down all the commands so I could keep track but now it was looking like a pissing waste. At least I'd picked up some more whisky. That was definitely going to come in handy.

One step towards the sorry excuse for a bathroom and I almost fell to my knees with relief. Doll was awkwardly arranged on the floor on the farside of the bed. Her skin was a gruesome shade of grey and I knew instantly what was going on. I’d kept her on the edge of starvation and now she had seized up, mummifying due to the lack of blood. I went to her, taking the freshly collected blood with me.

“Looking a bit rough there Doll.” I said kneeling in front of her. Putting my hands on her face I felt her jaw for any movement, there was none, it was as though it was welded in position. Then I tugged her arm a little. It was crushed into her mouth, teeth deep in her flesh. My little tug told me that if I tried to pull her arm out it was most likely it would snap either side, leaving the chunk she’d clamped onto still wedged in her mouth.

I wondered why she had bit herself. Her system absorbed and used blood as some sort of fuel to keep her animated, her system did not contain blood so she couldn’t drink from herself. The deep crimson almost black liquid that now resided in her veins was something else. Grandfather had referred to it as the Devil’s Elixir. Perhaps she bit herself to stop herself from screaming, to be good like I made her promise. I smiled.

I didn’t want to cause her severe damage, her arm and jaw were too brittle to move so I opted for the cleanest method I could, well without going back to the car for my trusty needle because that was too much f*****g hassle. Taking my hunting knife I cut into her cheek, a horizontal slice that was wide enough for the bottle top to fit. I licked a little of her ‘Elixir’ from the knife to combat anything from my recent dalliance. I was starting to get a taste for it. The bottle of blood that I took from the cooler was still warm. What a treat for the little b***h. Other than a few drops of my blood back at the barn this was the freshest I’d given her.

As I poured the blood through the hole I’d made in her cheek I could see her skin instantly pinking up. It reminded me of the first time. With the introduction of blood the wound started to heal so I pulled back and waited for her to be able to remove her arm from her mouth.

I didn't even have time to flinch. Doll moved with lightning speed. At first I thought she was lunging for the blood I was holding but the snarling face told me otherwise. Despite our proximity she didn't even get close. With hands curled into claws it was like she slammed into an invisible wall. The magic was holding her back working like, well, magic. The worry that it hadn't worked melted away. I grinned at her frustration noting that in her haste Doll had ripped the chunk from her arm as opposed to releasing it from her teeth. She spat the lump of flesh onto the floor.

"Tut, tut, tut." I mocked. "The saying goes 'don't bite the hand that feeds you'."

She glared at me, her eyes twitching.

"So Doll, what's got you so f*****g pissy?" I asked conversationally. I enjoyed the turmoil rolling over her face, the way her eyes flicked from the open bottle of blood, to my face and back again. Doll was clearly still trying to attack me, pushing against the magic that held her; but it didn't budge. I knew she was torn, reluctant to submit. Speaking meant breathing, breathing meant tasting the blood in the air. I knew I could make her submit with just a few simple words and while the magic was intoxicating, watching her break was just as delicious.

Defeated, Doll relaxed her body and reached for the blood in my hands. I moved it away and pain stained her face.

"I asked you a question Doll and I haven't forgotten that you promised to be good. This tantrum is not good behaviour, I'm very disappointed in you - especially after all the trouble I've been through tonight to get you a hot meal."

"What's it goin’ to be? You goin’ to stop being a whiny b***h or do I need to pour this down the sink." I hissed, enjoying the threat. "Maybe I'll order you to pour them down the sink." My smile wicked.

"You promised." Desperation alive in her eyes. "You promised to kill me." She moaned, struggling not to give in and become consumed by the thirst.

Flaunting my neck right in front of her lips I whispered in her ear.

"I know I promised, but I never said when. One day when I'm done with you, which is going to be a long, long way away, I'll kill you." I licked my lips, becoming aroused at the thought. "I'll make you lie perfectly still and order you to be quiet. As I look into your eyes I'll push a blade slowly through your chest letting you feel every cell being sliced open.” I stopped there. It wasn’t the end of my plans but when the time came I wanted it to be a surprise. I felt her trembling beneath me.

“Please,” She begged, the sound pained. At first I thought she was going to beg me to kill her now, despite how futile that would be but instead she whispered, “the blood, so thirsty.”

Sitting back on my heels I handed her the open bottle but she had no strength to grip it so I held it to her lips letting her guzzle it. When that one was empty, I reached for another. Now that I had control I could afford for her to be stronger and there was plenty of time and plenty of other ways to punish her later. Turning back I was surprised to see she had picked up my knife from the floor where I had carelessly left it.

“What the f**k you think you’re doing Doll? You can’t hurt me.” I scoffed.

“My name’s not Doll.” She told me her voice was strong and even. There was something familiar about this, a kind of deja vu but I realised too late. “It’s Sally-Anne.” Her eyes bore into me as she drove the knife into her own chest.

She thought she had been clever but she had missed her heart. My heart was beating ten to the dozen, how many times was I going to get away with f*****g this up? Damn I needed to be more careful.

“Guy says you will not attempt to kill yourself again, inadvertently, by your own hand and/or anyone elses.” I pulled the knife from her chest slowly. “That was real dumb Doll.”

She made a noise, a small strangled cry somewhere between a sob and whine. There was a question in her eyes, swimming amongst the fear and anguish.

“You missed.” I said simply tapping the spot she should have stabbed. “Now, you going to behave now or do I need to order you around?”