He was having a wet dream about his wife. In his sleep he smiled; even subconsciously he was aware of how lucky he was to have married a woman less than half his age that seemed to only get more and more beautiful with each passing day. And though he was fast approaching sixty and had long since had his sexual peak come and go while she had yet to reach hers he still never had to resort to goddamn Viagra to get it up. No, just the look of her was enough to get him going and when that wasn’t enough there was nothing a little taste couldn’t cure and oh how he loved to hear her scream…. her screams…
“John! Wake up! John! John!”
He came to slowly but surely, opening his eyes further as they adjusted to the light. Someone had the goddamn lamp shining right in his face. “What the hell? Sarah, what the…”
“John! John they’ve got the baby!” she screamed right beside him.
“The…” he shook his head to see more clearly and what he saw chilled him. His immediate reaction was to lunge towards the bitch cradling his eight month old son at the edge of his bed but the realization that he was somehow sitting up hit home at exactly the same moment that he discovered he was bound, and rather tightly, to the headboard alongside his young wife. Both were bound by the wrists and forearm with a single, slightly looser noose around their necks. The rope tightened around his neck and for a moment in his shock he continued to struggle against it until he forced himself back against the headboard and gasped for ear.
Angel tittered softly. The child was still asleep, after all.
“Bitch.” He cursed, his face easing from beet red into a more natural pink. He stared at the tall blonde with such hatred that he felt almost as if he could actually kill her with looks alone. He seemed totally oblivious of the two males in the room, despite the fact that they were standing right beside him and his wife, their faces obscured by the lamplights they held in front of them.
“You bitch. I know you.”
“John, she’s got the baby.” His wife sobbed. “She’s got my baby. Why does she have my baby?”
“Of course you know me. They always know me, that’s what makes it so gratifying. The realization that they’ve spoken to me, shaken my hands, hell some have even gone home and fantasized about me lying next to their pretty little wives… and philandering husbands.” She smirked, rocking the infant softly as she walked back in forth in front of the bound couple. “That you know me is beside the point. That I know you and have found you to be useless and revolting is. I have run out of patience, dear John. What you refuse to do your partner will… oh, he’s all too eager to bend for me, we just have to get you out of the way.”
“Please, my baby…”
“Is that what this is about? Property? You want me to sell? All this over fucking property?!”
She opened her mouth to speak but the baby in her arms suddenly jerked and began to cry.
“Please,” the wife begged. “Please, my baby…”
“Oh, come now, I wouldn’t hurt such a precious thing now would I?” she asked, looking up at the parents with a grin that was too wide and toothy to be believed.
“Please! He’s just a baby!”
“So was Hitler at one point and if someone had had the balls to kill him in his cradle just imagine how many lives would have been spared.” She said, rocking the baby faster in one arm as she began to undo her blouse. Both husband and wife were stunned speechless for the moment as she bared one perfect breast and placed the rosy tip in the infant’s mouth. It latched on greedily and began to suck contentedly despite the lack of nourishment. “Oh look, baby likes.”
“NO!” the wife began to shriek hysterically and struggle, uncaring about her restraints or asphyxiation.
“Oh, for fucks sake, somebody kill her please.” Angel sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she continued to “nurse” the infant.
“With pleasure.” Croaked the figure nearest the woman. Even as the light died on that side and the man seemed to grow to unnatural lengths all she could focus on was her child with that bitch’s nip in his mouth. God only knew what type of diseases… she barely had time to wonder as the beast beside her tore her head from her body and sent it flying across the room. Currents of blood gushed from her decapitated torso, coating her husband and half the room before all of her former life’s essence pooled in the center of their matrimonial.
Amazingly, Angel and the infant were spared the rainfall save for a single drop on the baby’s cheek which she swiped off with a manicured finger and inserted into her mouth. “Mmm. How sweet she was.” She smirked, staring at the husband whose mind was surely broken as he stared horrified at his wife’s body and the creature beside her who was slowly reclaiming his human shape.
“Do what you want with me, but please leave my son alone. How can you hurt a child? An infant?!”
“The sins of the father will be visited upon the sons. Isn’t that what your bible says? It’s been a while since I’ve read it and I’m not much for mythology but I think that’s about right.” She said. “His life is beyond yours now and I won’t have you telling me what to do with it.”
“But you’re just a fucking woman!”
“No, I am a fucking force to be reckoned with and you should have reckoned when you had the chance.” She sneered. “Give your wife my regards.” With that she nodded to the other man in the room, who immediately shifted and began clawing into dear John. Angel watched for but a moment, deciding to leave the room when the Spirals began positioning the dead wife’s body for further enjoyment. Not that she was above such things, but if you’ve seen one decapitated corpse get fucked then you’ve seen a dozen…
Outside the residence she climbed into the backseat of a dark and tinted town car, immediately passing the child off to someone else. “When they’re done have them burn the house.”
“And the child? Should we drop it off at a hospital?”
“Do I look like Mother fucking Teresa? The infant stays with me.”
She smiled as they drove away. Christmas was about to come early to two very naughty little metis.