Page 30 of Trick or Treat
"Ready to go?" As he speaks, he grins, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.
"Yeah, let's go."
When we arrive at the lake, we notice that there are a few other people swimming there as well. We lay our belongings on the grass, and whileRiver and Melanie change into their bathing suits, all I do is slide my feet out of my sandals, which earns me a couple of odd looks.
"Um, why are not you wearing a bikini like you usually do?" Melanie exhales, pulling her bottoms out of her ass.
"I just didn't feel like wearing one."
River looks at me suspiciously, his gaze falling on my ass, lingering, and making me shiver. "It's hot out, though."
"Yeah, and we're ata lake. I'll be cooled off in no time." Leaving the subject alone, she dashes for the water and dives in.
The moment River raises his gaze from my body to my face, a flirtatious grin forms on his lips.
"You're still sexy as shit, Scar. I've fucking missed you." He takes my hand in his and pulls me toward the water, and I follow him without hesitation.
As we jump in, everyone here turns to look at us, wide, bright smiles on their faces.They're the same guys from the beach, I think.I give a nervous smile in return and dive under the water to cool off. When I come up, I notice them still staring at me, not even trying to be subtle about it as they float in the water on their backs.
Saint
I keep staring at Scarlett, and as we drift closer to her and her friends in the water, I keep flashing her enigmatic, playful smiles that catch her attention. Rage surges through me as I notice she isn't in a fucking bathing suit, and I know it's because of the encounter she had with Riley last night. I jerk my head in his direction, and my eyes narrow.
"What the fuck is that look for?" he chuckles, scratching the stubble on his chin.
"You know what it's fucking for. She should be in a fucking bathing suit right now, not in a damn t-shirt."
I turn my attention back to her and watch as she swims about with her friends, laughing carefree.That's all about to change again...tonight.My cock twitches at the sound of her laughter, and I know my brother is suffering just as much from it. Halloween can't come soon enough. I can't wait to tell her how this all started.
She's unaware of the dark, twisted secret that started this whole mess. The secret that will change everything when we finally tell her, is that when she finds out, it'll be too late to do anything about it because everyone she cares about will be dead, and soon she will be too.
We have no idea why we do what we do. We might do it because we thrive on excitement and pleasure. And we have never felt such intense pleasure as we do with Scarlett. We yearn for the chase, the taste of blood on our tongues, and the sensation of blood on our hands. One of the most beautiful sights in the entire fucking world is the fear in their eyes as they realize they are about to die. Almost nothing compares to it.
We move from town to town and state to state, terrorizing whoever the fuck we want. Everywhere we go, we leave our mark, and one day, the entire world will have experienced our wrath. We have never left one alive before. No one exists to tell the tale of what transpired to them. Nobody can describe the sadistic horror we subjected them to because we chose to slaughter them all. We discussed letting Trouble live, but once we’re done with her, she’ll be begging us to kill her... I almost feel bad for tricking her…almost.
"What are you in your head about over there?" My thoughts are interrupted by Blade's voice, which forces me to refocus.
"Oh, just the usual."
"Should we make our move?" Nixon looks over at the group with a sadistic expression covering his imposing green eyes.
"Might as well. Riley, back the fuck off after what you did last night," I growl a warning and dive beneath the surface of the water, swimming right over to my troubled little dead girl.
Blade
Even as I stand on the grass, smoking my cigarette, I keep my gaze fixed on my little black-haired sinner. She looks in this direction occasionally as she paddles her legs through the water while holding out her arms. She already has my cock hard and throbbing.
The soft fabric of my shorts brushes against the piercings in my shaft as I walk, causing pleasure to jolt inside of me every time. My knife felt almost as though it were burning a hole inside my pocket as it pressed against my thigh.I just want to use it.Soon enough.
I grab the football and make sure I have a firm grip on it by putting the pads of my fingers over the laces. I walk back toward the water, my cigarette in the corner of my lips, and throw the ball in a spiral in the direction of my little sinner. Saint and Nixon dive after it, oblivious to Sinner or her friends, and purposefully collide with them.Gotcha.Saint leaps into the air and catches the ball, landing next to her with a splash.
"Shit, sorry about that." I keep my voice low, even deeper than usual, making sure she doesn't recognize it from our many other encounters.
"Oh, you're fine." She smiles—God, does shesmile—and it's the sexiest fucking smile I've ever seen. She wipes the water from her eyes and runs her hands down her face, missing my grin.
"You wanna toss the ball?" Nixon looks at River and asks while feigning an evil grin.
"Yeah, sure." He takes the bait and swims in our direction.