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Angie is mentally deranged.....

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Angie is mentally deranged.....


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Kate phoned the glazing company, and left a message on their out-of-hours answer-phone. She was due to have glass fitted. Could they send someone different from last time, please? Not that there was anything wrong with the last person they‟d sent. He‟d been very polite, and good at his job. She‟d recommend him to anyone. It was just that she‟d prefer someone different this time round, if that was okay? They phoned back on Monday morning. The glass would be ready to fit tomorrow. Had there been a problem with their fitter? No, she had stressed; no problem at all. As she‟d said earlier, it was just that she‟d rather have someone different this time. A lady, maybe. Monday was a long day. All of her days were long, of course. She was stuck in the house. She could only go out at night. She‟d tried going out in the daytime, but it hadn‟t worked out. Angie had joked that the sun burns vampires, and she‟d end up in a puddle of sizzling flesh if she risked it, but it was as much a mental thing as a physical one. Being out before sunset induced panic attacks.

      She could sit in her garden for a while without too much discomfort, but the moment she was out in public she became convinced that everyone was staring at her; that they could all see how hideous she was, what a monster she had become. She didn‟t feel like that at night for some reason. Maybe it was down to her addiction. The Craving always seemed strongest at night-time, and it blotted everything else out. But during the day, she couldn‟t step past her front-gate without feeling short of breath, panicky, overwhelmed. She wasn‟t entirely comfortable with people visiting her at home either, if the truth be told. But somehow, it wasn‟t as bad as being outside. Maybe it was because she was in her own little world. Somehow, everything felt safer when she was here. Not that she welcomed visitors, of course. But she was less concerned about them reading her blood-stained soul when she was at home, as she had other things to worry about.

    The risk of them finding her dinner handcuffed to the bed upstairs, for example. It wasn‟t just the boredom that made Monday so long. It was the Craving. It had only been a day since she had fed, but she‟d started feeling it already. Usually she could go a few days before it kicked in. She used to be able to go months. That worried her; it worried her a lot. She‟d always had the Craving, ever since her teens, but she hadn‟t known what it was until Angie showed her. She‟d been tested for everything imaginable. Her skin had looked like a pin-cushion, so often had her blood been tested. It was ironic that they had taken so much blood from her in their search for a diagnosis, when all she had wanted was for them to give her some of the red-stuff back. The psychiatrists had come next. This was in her early twenties. She‟d gone down to about seven stone by then. Her parents were convinced that she was bulimic. It led to arguments. They accused her of slowly killing herself, and she resented them for refusing to believe that this wasn‟t self-induced.  She‟d never got on with her father, for very good reason, but she‟d been close to her mother up until then. But the constant lectures, the accusations, the fights were too much for her to cope with on top of everything else.

    Eventually, she‟d moved out. That in itself caused friction, as her mother was determined that she should stay at home, and be looked after (whether she wanted to be looked after or not), but she wasn‟t sure she could cope with any more parental care. Her father seemed indifferent whether she stayed or left. To be fair, life was not much fun for any of them back then....

      Her parents had money, and were keen to ensure she had somewhere decent to live, so she‟d ended up here. Next to Angie. The best thing which could have happened to her, or the worst, depending on your point of view. The psychiatric sessions went on for years. She‟d had counselling. She‟d had cognitive behaviour therapy. She‟d had eye-movement-desensitisationsomething-or-other. None of it worked. And after each session, she returned home in daylight, shaking like a malaria sufferer, doing her best to control the nausea with only limited success. Her weight fell to a little over five stone. Back in hospital, tubes all over the place, more tests, and discharged home again. Three times. Five stone! She shuddered to think how close to death she must have been at that stage. Angie had changed all that. Angie had found what was wrong with her, and had fixed it. That night the summer before last had saved her life. But maybe cost her soul, if there was such a thing. After that first time, it had been a full three months before she‟d done it again. She doubted that she would have found another man to feed from, but for Angie. She‟d recovered after that first victim, piled on the pounds, back up to ten stone no less, even though she wasn‟t eating any more than previously. It was almost as if the blood she‟d taken from him was medicinal. 

   The shaking stopped, as did the nausea, the stomach cramps. Instant, miraculous recovery. So when she started deteriorating again, Angie urged her on. And volunteered to help her find a suitable candidate. She‟d done as she was told. And the rest was history. In the last year and a half, there had been seven of them, including Clive. She‟d gone six months without a feed last summer, when her disgust at herself had become so overwhelming that she tried draining the blood from meat she‟d bought at the butchers instead, but she‟d given in to the Craving when it became unbearable. Her self-loathing may have been all-consuming, but even that had been swamped by her blood-lust in the end. So there had been three victims in the first year, six months off to try to cure herself, and then four in the last six months. It was definitely worse since she‟d started up again. The one before Clive – Mark, his name had been – had lasted a week and a half before he died. But she had gone looking for another Mark just a week afterwards. And now Angie was suggesting she should have two on the go at the same time, like some sick drinks-cabinet of involuntary blood-donors. Maybe she should hang them upside down above a bar, and install optics to pour herself a drink from them whenever she felt thirsty.......

      She shivered. She hoped it was the macabre thoughts she was having, rather than the full-scale shakes coming on already. Shivering with broken ribs wouldn‟t be any fun at all. Maybe the worst part of all this was how dependent she was on Angie. Angie knew her secrets. She procured men for her. She disposed of the bodies on her own now, as she was fed up with Kate vomiting every time they had to bury one of them. If anything happened to her friend, she was well and truly stuffed. She would never be able to do this on her own, but the Craving would destroy her if she didn‟t. But on the other hand, the thought of a life-time of this – the men, the pain, of Angie herself – was almost more than she could bear.......


         Tuesday was even worse than Monday. There was the police, for a start. And then there was Mike. The police-man turned up promptly. To the minute. He said his name as he came in, but she was too nervous to remember it. Angie was here. Kate had told her that she wasn‟t in need of legal representation, especially from someone who had no legal qualifications at all, but Angie had insisted and she had as always given in.  She had told the officer that she had been assaulted but did not wish to press charges. He had been disappointed; there was a good chance that the incident would have been caught on the CCTV cameras outside the nightclub, or there could well be footage of her assailants running away afterwards. Was she sure she didn‟t want the girl to be cautioned, at the very least? No court proceedings that way. Just a slap on the wrist. Angie had intervened at this stage – it was only a matter of time before she stuck her oar in – and had tried to convince her to prosecute. After what they did to you, they deserve everything they get. She told the officer – rather unhelpfully – that if it was down to her she‟d go round their houses and rip their faces off, and didn‟t take kindly to him pointing out that she would be arrested if she did. Political correctness gone mad, she called it. Why shouldn‟t they get a good kicking after what they‟d done? She then asked whether he would be able to trace the men involved; let her know their addresses. Not that she was planning on doing anything to them....

           She‟d just been joking about that. She just wanted to check that they weren‟t local, that was all. It was a relief when the door-bell rang. It gave Kate the opportunity to leave them arguing away in the kitchen over whether data protection rules was political correctness gone mad, too. It was less of a relief when she opened the door. Mike was standing there, a sheepish grin on his face, like a teenager on a first date. “Hi,” he said. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was harsher than she intended. He couldn‟t be here. Not with Angie indoors. Not ever. “I‟m here to fix your window,” he replied, sounding a little hurt. “Are you okay? I‟ve been worried about you.” “Fine. I‟m fine.” She hesitated. What to do? She couldn‟t let him in, but she couldn‟t quite bring herself to send him away. He‟d think she was mad, and she didn‟t want him thinking that about her. For some reason, his opinion mattered. “Window-boy!” Bleep. Angie was here. And she was adding insult to serious injury by patronising him as well. “Come in, come in,” her friend bid him. “Don‟t just stand there; she doesn‟t bite. Well, she does sometimes, but none of her boyfriends seem to mind that much. She‟s got pretty teeth, don‟t you think?” Mike shrugged, at a loss how to respond to this. He stepped inside, gave Kate a well-meaning smile, and followed Angie towards the kitchen. She closed the door, and hastened after them.  Mike put his toolbox by the broken window. He exchanged nods with the police officer. “Would you like to go through to the front-room?” he asked. “It‟s going to be cold in here when I take the board off.” “Front-room!” cackled Angie. “How cute is that??".....

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Fingers crossed, eyes closed......Dear Lord, its jagugu88li. I haven't prayed in a while, which should make my Lord realise how urgent answering my prayer should be.....na serious matter I dea pray for..................................
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     Mike shot her a poisoned look. Angie smiled sweetly back at him, or as sweetly as she knew how.  The police-man got to his feet, ready to leave. Kate panicked. She needed him to stay until Mike was finished. The moment Angie was alone with Mike, she‟d jab him with a syringe. He didn‟t deserve that. He was nice. Much too nice for her. “I‟ve been thinking,” Kate stammered. “About this caution you mentioned. Could you tell me more about it? Maybe I‟ll proceed after all"


      Angie gave her a curious look. She then glanced over to Mike, and then back to Kate again. Realisation dawned. She gave a knowing smile. “I don‟t think you should waste any more of this officer‟s time, Kate. He‟s no doubt got more serious crimes to investigate. There‟s been all those murders round here lately, after all.” Kate tensed. Her ribs screamed in protest. She clasped her hand to her chest. “Those are dealt with by CID,” the officer was saying. He hadn‟t noticed her discomfort. Mike had left the room again, presumably to fetch the glass. Angie was trying to shoot her knowing looks, but was being so obvious that a child could have read them. If the police-man saw them, he‟d know something was up. There was too much going on. She couldn‟t cope with everyone at once. The officer caught sight of Angie in mid-smirk. He looked irritated. “Is there something the matter, ma‟am?” he asked. It was clear from his tone that he‟d taken Angie‟s expression to mean that she was ridiculing him. She grinned back at him, and shook her head. “No. Nothing the matter at all. You‟re doing a fine job here, Officer.”” Mike came back in with the pane of glass.  “How long will you be?” Kate asked. “I‟ll be in and out in a quarter of an hour, tops.” “Two minutes more like, if you‟re like most men,” Angie quipped, earning herself a glare from everyone else in the room. She shrugged. “Oh, come on, you all know it‟s true. It‟s harsh, but it‟s fair.” The next fifteen minutes went by very slowly indeed. Kate kept asking questions about cautions, to keep the police officer there until Mike had finished. He was clearly starting to think that she was mentally sub-normal, as she quickly ran out of sensible questions, and took to asking the same questions twice in slightly different ways, or making random enquiries such as can people with cautions still leave the country to go on holiday if they want? The officer started checking out his wrist-watch when he thought she wasn‟t looking. He was fidgeting with his pen.

    It was only a matter of time before he gave up on her. And left Mike to Angie. Eventually, and very much to her relief, Mike was finished. “Well, I‟ll be going.” He loitered, as if deciding whether to give her a peck on the cheek on his way out. If that was what he was thinking about, he decided against it. He headed for the kitchen door


    "Wait,” called out Angie. She turned to the police officer. “Did we mention that he was there when the incident took place? Wouldn‟t you like to take a statement from him?” The police-man looked at Mike, and then back at Kate. He raised an enquiring eyebrow. She shook her head. He got to his feet. “I don‟t think that will be necessary. It‟s time I was off. If your change your mind – if you‟d like to take things further – give me a call. I‟ll take a statement from this gentleman here if you do.” “Off you go, then,” said Angie, escorting him to the door. “Go and solve those murders you‟ve been rattling on about.” Mike continued to loiter. Kate gave him a smile. “Thanks. For the window. And for Saturday night.” He looked embarrassed. Like a big kid. She liked that. He was sweet. “I‟ve got to be going. But call me, okay? Maybe we could go out on another – go out, again.” He was going to say date. She‟d have given anything to go out on a nice, normal date, like everyone else did. But how could she? It would only be a matter of time, and the Craving would take over. She didn‟t want him to be around when that happened. Angie was closing the door on the police officer. Kate sprung into life. “Come on,” she said. “I‟ll see you out.” “Going so soon?” Angie asked. “I thought you might want to stay for a cup of tea or something. You tradesmen like your cuppas, don‟t you? You‟re famous for it. Life‟s one permanent tea-break, I bet.” “I‟ve got to be going.” Kate gave Angie a look. Her friend grinned back at her. She stood aside. “Oh well, best not keep you. I‟m sure you‟ve got urgent work to attend to. There‟s bound to be a broken greenhouse out there somewhere, just crying out for attention.” “Goodbye Kate.” “Goodbye.” He left. Angie followed him. Kate stepped outside to go after her, but thought better of it. She didn‟t like it out there. Not with the sun up. He‟d know what she was like if he saw her out there. He‟d know, and he wouldn‟t like what he saw at all....


    Angie caught up with Mike as he was getting in his van. Kate could see her pointing at her house. Mike shook his head, and glanced at his watch. Angie kept talking. “Angie!” Kate called, trying to conceal the panic. “Can you come here a minute?” Angie waved her arm, signalling for Kate to join them. The bitch. They carried on talking by the van. Angie pointed in her direction a couple of times. Kate took a couple of steps up the garden path, but came to a halt. She could go no further. She was stuck in limbo, not daring to go out, but too scared to go back in and leave Angie to her own devices. Eventually, Mike gave her a wave, closed the door of his van, and drove away. Angie stood watching the van depart, and then retraced her steps, coming to a halt a few steps away. “What was that about?” Kate asked through clenched teeth, only narrowly swallowing down the string of swear-words she would have used if speaking to anyone else. If she had a syringe handy, she would have been tempted to use it. Angie smiled. “Don‟t take that tone with me, young lady. You should be thanking me. I‟ve just fixed you and Window-boy up on a date....... A knowing look of horror cut across kate's face as angie's smile deepened.....

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both

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        If she‟d had his mobile number, she would have cancelled. But all she had was his work number. It might have been awkward for him if she‟d contacted his employers to ask them to tell him that their date was off. It would be more awkward for him if she handcuffed him to a bed and bled him until he died, of course, but she took the course of least resistance and decided to go with the flow for now. So the date was on, however much of a bad idea she knew it to be. Angie had at least arranged for Mike to pick her up after dark. Had it been during the daytime, she would have refused to come out, no matter what. Better that he thought she was rude, than he saw all her Sin in the fresh light of day. He picked her up at seven thirty. He‟d booked a restaurant. He told her she looked as if she could do with a good meal inside her. She‟d flushed with embarrassment; she‟d weighed herself just that morning, and she was beginning to shed pounds already now that Clive was no longer serviceable....


         He panicked, thinking she had interpreted this as a personal remark about her weight. “It was just a joke,” he assured her. “Just a stupid joke. You don‟t really look like you need feeding up. You‟re perfect as you are.” She had laughed, told him that he was a charmer, and they had gone to the restaurant he‟d chosen. It was a Chinese restaurant, close to where she lived. Chinese staff, clean white table-cloths, light-pink napkins, plenty of choice for food. She had come here a couple of times with her parents when she was little, before her health had collapsed. She picked up the “as-much-as-you-can-eat” menu to tease him. He hurriedly swapped it for the “a-la-carte”. They chatted over the starters. “Your next-door neighbour. Angie, is it? She‟s very – very -” “She‟s very, all right!” “I don‟t think she likes me.” “I don‟t think she likes anyone.” “She‟s single, then?” “You‟d think so, wouldn‟t you? But she‟s actually married to a really nice guy named Trevor. He‟s totally under the thumb, of course. I feel sorry for him sometimes. I don‟t know how he copes with living under the same roof as her.” She stopped talking, feeling a little disloyal. Angie had done a lot for her. She shouldn‟t really be slagging her off to a man she barely knew, however relaxed he made her feel. “How are your ribs?” he asked. “Delicious, thanks.” “No, not the barbecue ribs. Your ribs. In your chest.” “Have you been checking out my chest?” “No, no. Of course not.” “Well I‟m asking for a refund on this Wonder-bra, then. I was sure you‟d at least take a sneaky peek when you thought I wasn‟t looking.” He laughed. “I‟m sorry,” he said. “About last weekend, I mean. I keep thinking, if I‟d have got there ten minutes earlier, it might never have happened.” “It‟s for the best. If you‟d arrived earlier, I would have seduced you, and taken you home, and I might never have realised how nice you are. It‟s better this way, trust me. Better for both of us.” “Nice is good? I thought you ladies prefer bad boys"


       "Only at bed-time.”, she quipped
 He opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, closed it again. He offered her a prawn cracker instead. They worked their way through five starters and a quarter of shredded duck. They talked. He insisted she order all the main courses herself, his included. Sweet and sour chicken, lemon chicken, chilli chicken. “Have you got something against chickens?” he asked her. “You seem to be trying to eat them off the face of the earth.” He started apologising again, and she had to reassure him that she didn‟t have any eating disorders at all, and he could make as many poultry jokes as he wanted. She just liked chicken, that was all.  The Craving was there in the background the whole meal, of course. It didn‟t matter how much she ate; it wouldn‟t stop her wanting blood. But it seemed more subdued than when she was at home. Maybe it was because she was distracted; she wasn‟t just sitting there, thinking about her spare bedroom all the time. She‟d planned on making her excuses straight after the meal, and leaving before she became tempted to invite him back home, but she was enjoying herself. It‟s there, she thought, but it‟s under control. I can do this. It‟s been the first time for a very long time that I‟ve talked to anyone other than Angie – really talked to them – and it felt good. They were on equal terms. If anything, he was letting her take the lead. With Angie, she was always steam-rollered into doing whatever her friend wanted. Tonight, for one night only, she was a normal person, out on a regular date with a man she liked. They finished their deserts, still chatting away to each other. She hadn‟t laughed this much in ages; she hadn‟t laughed this much ever. She ate as slowly as possible. She didn‟t want the evening to end. When it did, she‟d have to go back to her house, her cell, and explain to Angie why she‟d come back unaccompanied. He paid. She protested, but was secretly relieved. Her parents paid her rent, and after she‟d paid for food and utility bills there wasn‟t a great deal left over from her benefits. Just enough for drinks on her nights out, and to repay Angie for the sedatives she gave her gentlemen friends for her nights in. They stood outside, by his van. “What now?” he asked. “Are you trying to get me into bed?” she enquired. She would never have said that during the day, even in jest. But she was a different person when she was out after dark. More confident, self-assured. If only she could be like this all the time.


     "No, I meant would you like to go to a pub, or would you like me to take you home?”
 She had been joking about bed, but maybe now was time to get serious. She took a step closer to him, and looked him straight in the eye. 
“Don‟t you want to sleep with me, then?” 
She was acting like she did when she was looking for fresh blood in nightclubs. It made her uneasy. It wasn‟t like that, not this time. But it sounded like that. Maybe she was being too predatory. She might scare him away. Maybe she should back off a little. “More than anything in the world,” he replied.  “Maybe the Wonder-bra‟s worked after all,” she quipped. He held the van-door open while she got in. He went round to the driver‟s side, giving her a self-conscious wave on his way past the bonnet. He sat beside her. She pulled him towards her, giving him a long lingering kiss to show him she meant business. “Your place or mine?” he asked. “Yours,” she told him. “Definitely yours"......

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         Mike thought he‟d died and gone to Heaven. He liked Kate. He liked her a lot. They‟d got on really well in the restaurant, and he was desperate for her to come out to a pub afterwards. He‟d given her the option of going home; best not appear too pushy; too needy. But far, far better than the pub; they‟d ended up here in his bedroom. She stripped off her clothes like a lap-dancer; sexually confident, and in total control. He couldn‟t quite work her out.

     At her house, she had been so quiet, so vulnerable. But she was a different person now. Okay, she‟d had a few drinks, but not so many as to lead to a complete personality change. She was definitely a lot stronger person when her friend wasn‟t around. “Are you just going to stand there perving at me, or are you going to get your kit off, too?” she laughed. He nodded vigorously. Within ten seconds, he was naked, and pulling her down on to his bed.  “Slowly,” she said. “I want to get my money‟s worth!” “Lucky me, if you‟re paying me as well"


        They kissed, long and hard and lingering. His hands wandered over her body; her breasts, her hips, the inside of her thighs. His fingers brushed between her legs. Her mouth pressed harder against his, urging him on. She was ready for him already. He eased inside her. Despite her earlier instruction to go slowly, she was thrusting against him, sinking him deeper inside her. She looked up at him, her expression urgent; predatory even. She gripped his bottom with both her hands, and pulled him ever further into her. She felt soft and warm and beautiful. Her teeth brushed against his neck. And then she was biting him, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hurt a little. He was slightly taken aback at first; he hadn‟t been given a hicky since he was about fifteen. But there was pleasure in the pain. It was worth the price of a little bruising tomorrow. Her legs wrapped around him, her ankles meeting across the top of his thighs.  He pressed her head into his neck, urging her to continue biting him. She was getting rougher, but the more she bit into him, the faster the adrenalin pulsed around his body. She gave a little groan as he slid in and out of her, then another, and another. She was close. He upped the pace. He could restrain himself no longer. At one point, he slipped out, but he guided himself straight back into her again. Her groans were becoming more frequent, ever more urgent. He was thrusting closer and closer to orgasm. He held himself back for a few seconds, and then she was there, and he was there, and he was pumping inside of her and clinging on to her for all he was worth. She went limp beneath him. She was flushed around the face and chest. She gave him a relaxed smile. “Thank you,” he said. “No, thank you,” she laughed. “That‟s the first time I‟ve done that in a very long time.” “You – you haven‟t had other boyfriends, then?” he asked. He blushed. It was a stupid question to ask someone as gorgeous as her. Worse still, it sounded needy. Please tell me I‟m the only one, it said. As if! “”I didn‟t say that,” she smiled. “There have been other men in my life. But they haven‟t done that for me. And none of them have been around for very long, anyway. Gone within the week, as often as not"


           "That must be after they‟ve met your friend, Angie,” he said, only half in jest. He withdrew, kissed her stomach and headed for the en-suite bathroom to fetch them both tissue to mop up. “I think I scare them off when I get the handcuffs out,” she joked as he came back into the room. “That wouldn‟t scare me off.” “No. No handcuffs for you.” “Shame.” A thought occurred. “Are you -?” “Am I what?” “You know. On the pill. I didn‟t use anything.” “You‟re okay. I can‟t. I had all these health problems when I was younger. They told me that it was unlikely that I‟d ever -.” “I‟m sorry.” “No you‟re not. Think of all that child maintenance you‟ve just saved yourself. You can spend it on Chinese food instead. Chicken would be my recommendation. I don‟t know if you noticed, but I‟m rather partial to it.” They got back in bed, Mike spooning Kate, taking the wet-patch like the gentleman he was. He could hear her breathing, sleepy and regular. It took him quite some time to nod off. He‟d only met her a few times, but she was the one, he was sure of it. She was funny and clever and very, very pretty. If he could just stop her ripping his throat  open during sex she‟d be pretty much the perfect girlfriend. Eventually, he fell asleep. But when he awoke, with daylight filtering cautiously through the blinds, he found that Kate had gone. No note. No sign that she had ever been there. Except, of course, for the dried-up wad of used toilet tissue on the bedside cabinet, and the purple bruising to his throat......


        When Kate arrived home at four o‟clock in the morning, she was feeling relaxed. She‟d had the best time she could ever remember; her ribs had stood up better than expected to the battering they had taken (they were painful, but she was not in agony); she felt neither shaky nor nauseous from the Craving; and best still, the whole time she had been with Mike, she had hardly been tempted to drain him of blood at all.....


          Her good mood lasted until the taxi pulled up outside her house. With a sinking heart, she saw the light was on in her living room. Angie was waiting for her. If she had had somewhere else to go, she would have asked the taxi-driver to keep going. But there was nowhere. Mike would be glad to have her back – maybe he hadn‟t even noticed she‟d gone yet – but he‟d think it pretty odd if she moved in with him after just one date. And sooner or later, they‟d have to leave his flat (even if only to go to hospital when the Craving kicked in). And then he‟d see her for what she really was. She couldn‟t have that. She‟d have to face the music and get it over with. She paid the driver, and walked down the pathway. Her front door opened when she was still a couple of yards away. 
“Where have you been?” Angie demanded to know. “Quick, in my car. We‟ve got about two hours before Trevor wakes up.”
 “It‟s four o‟clock in the morning. I‟m not going anywhere.” A tinge of defiance. She felt just a little proud of herself.
 “While you were off enjoying yourself with your new boyfriend, I was trying to bury the old one. Clive, is it? You remember Clive. Nice lad. Barely out of school. Choked on his own vomit. You were having an intimate little dinner somewhere, while I was dragging his corpse down your stairs all on my own, to make room for the next one.
 No need to thank me though.”
 “Angie, keep it down. People will hear.” 
“Have you got any idea how hard it is to get a twelve stone bloke in the boot of a car the size of mine? Have you? Especially when he‟s wrapped up in a winter duvet.”
 “Angie, please.”
 “And when I get there, I‟m the one who has to bury him. Without anyone to help me. Because you‟re off fucking some bloke you‟ve only just met, like some cheap slag. Well that‟s just brilliant. It‟s your mess, Kate. Yours, not mine. I‟m sick of you taking me for granted. Well not this time. We‟ve got a problem, and you can sort it out for once. Auntie Angie‟s on strike.” Kate fought down the panic. 
“Problem? What problem? Did someone see you with Clive?”
 “You can see for yourself. Get in the car.” 
“What problem? You can‟t say there‟s a problem, and not tell me what it is"
"I can do what I like. Now get in the car and stop talking to me like that, or I‟ll go home and let you sort everything out on your own. You‟ve been really rude to me since you met Window-Arrow, and I‟m not putting up with it any more, do you understand me?” Angie glared at her, daring her to argue back. Kate held her gaze for a few seconds, but it was hopeless. She looked to the ground, like a naughty child. She shrugged. “Okay, you win. I‟ll get in the car.” “That‟s more like it,” Angie nodded her approval. “Any more of that nonsense, and I was going to smack your legs and send you to bed without any supper.” Kate ignored the joke. She wasn‟t in the mood for laughing..


       They drove out to woodland near Ashford. It was a three quarter of an hour drive, even at that time of night with no other traffic around. Angie was usually quite a reckless driver, but she had a body in her boot and it wasn‟t really the ideal time to be stopped by the police for speeding. This was where they disposed of their bodies. There were six of them here, buried in shallow graves in the thickest part of the wood, furthest from the beaten track. Kate would have had trouble finding the spot in daylight, but Angie had no such difficulty. It was almost as if she‟d been using the spot for years. Angie had stayed silent in the car. It was a relief at first; the last thing Kate wanted was yet another bollocking for whatever it was that Angie was so agitated about. But after a while, she was longing for her friend to say something, partly to get it over with, and partly because she still didn‟t know why she was being dragged half way across the county in the middle of the night and it was starting to freak her out. Every time she tried to speak, Angie shushed her. “You‟ll find out in a minute” she said. “Just shut up and let me concentrate on driving, or you can walk the rest of the way.” They finally reached the woods. Angie pulled into the layby they used for these outings. She always parked in exactly the same spot. Maybe she had her Rules, too. “Bleep,” she said,

           "You‟re not my type,” Kate quipped, hoping to diffuse the tension. She failed.  Angie glared at her as if she‟d slapped her. “Oh, I know what your type is, young lady. Scummy blokes you can chain up and suck dry. I can‟t say I‟m too disappointed not to fall into that category.” Kate shrugged defensively, unwilling to retaliate in case it provoked still more vitriol. 
“What‟s the matter, then? Why the swearing?” 
“I‟ve forgotten my torch.”
 “We‟ll have to go back home then.” 
“We can‟t.” “Why not?” 
“You‟ll see.” 
“Not without a torch, I won‟t.” 
      Angie stropped out of the car. She waited by Kate‟s door, beckoning for her to get out. Kate stayed put. Her friend tutted loudly and opened the door for her. “Are you coming, or what?” 
“You‟ve got to be joking. I can hardly see you. I‟m not going in the woods in pitch darkness.” 
“Get out the car, or I‟ll drag you out.” 
“I‟m not a child!” 
“Well stop acting like one. Have you got your mobile phone?” 
“Why?”
 “We can use it for light.” 
“Seriously? I‟d have to keep pressing the button every few seconds. And it‟s not exactly bright.” Angie grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her out of the car. “Any more of that attitude, and I‟ll bury you here with your boyfriends, do you understand me? I swear on my life, I will. Now stop whining, and come and look at your mess.” Kate wanted to slap her. No, more than that, she wanted to cave her head in with a shovel. How dare she treat her like this? They were supposed to be friends. But she was treating her like an errant five year old, and wouldn‟t even tell her what was going on! And the idea of wandering around in the woods with nothing but her mobile phone backlight to guide them was ridiculous to say the least. 

     They‟d never find the place where the bodies were buried, yet alone see anything when they got there. “Light!” hissed Angie. “Now.” She pressed the button, and the backlight came on. She glanced at the screen. Four fifty eight pm. She grew uneasy. “Angie, we have to go back. It‟s nearly five o‟clock. What time does it get light?” “How the Bleep should I know? You‟re never happy, are you? One minute, it‟s too dark; the next, you‟re worrying about the sun coming up. Well the sooner we find those bodies, the sooner you can go home. Come on, press your little button again, and let‟s get going.” It was futile to argue. Kate pressed the backlight button again and followed her friend. She could barely see her, even though she was only a few steps away. Maybe she‟d give up in a few minutes, and they could hurry back home again before dawn. Despite the darkness, Angie appeared to know where she was going. Time and time again, Kate felt branches against her face, making her jump, more through anxiety than discomfort. The phone was worse than useless, however much she turned the light on. On one occasion, she actually walked into the trunk of a tree. Maybe it would have been better if she could have afforded an iphone, so she could have played a video or something, but she only had a basic phone for calls and texts. She rarely left home, so there had been no need for anything more advanced. The only way to keep the light on was to press the button time and time again. Angie forged ahead, almost at normal walking pace. Deeper and deeper into the woods. Kate remembered the scene in Snow White where the huntsman was leading the little girl into the forest to kill her. Surely Angie wasn‟t that deranged? But she had threatened her earlier, when she was still in the car. What if she‟d bullied her out here so she could murder her and bury her with her victims? The ultimate irony. And unlike Snow White, she wouldn‟t have seven quirky dwarfs to bail her out at the last minute. No. Angie wouldn‟t do that. She was her friend. A really bossy, clingy control-freak of a friend, who deserved a good slap round the face, but a friend all the same. She hadn‟t done anything to upset her enough to justify a fate like that. Nothing apart from refusing to chain Mike to a bed, but that was hardly grounds for her execution, even in Angie‟s bleeped-up world. 


        There had to be some other explanation. All the same, she wished she had something she could use as a weapon, just in case. Angie stopped suddenly, and Kate bumped into her. “We‟re here.” “We‟re where? I can‟t see a thing.” “There. On the ground. Go and take a look.” “You come with me.” “Are you scared?” “I‟m alone in the pitch-black woods with a seething psychopath, at a spot where my six murder victims have been buried. Why would I be nervous?” “If one of us is a psychopath, it sure as Hell‟s not me! You‟re the vampire, remember? You should thrive on darkness. Now get on with it, if you want to be back home before daylight.” Kate took a couple of tentative steps forward, waving her left arm in front of her like a blind-man‟s stick to clear any foliage in her path. “On your knees,” Angie ordered. “Do what?” “On your knees.” “Seriously? Angie, are we okay? You‟re really starting to freak me out.” She felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down into a kneeling position. She did as she was told. This really was starting to feel like an execution. She was out here in the woods, in the middle of nowhere. And Angie was being so hostile, so cold. She‟d never seen her like this before (not that she could actually see her even now). She turned the backlight of the phone back on, and held it face-down over the ground. It lit up a circle of grass maybe a couple of feet in diameter. There was nothing there. She looked up towards where her friend must be. “What is it? What am I looking for?” “Did you just hear something?” Angie asked. Kate held her breath, and listened. All she could hear was her own heart beating away in her chest. Surely it shouldn‟t be that fast, that loud? What if she had a heart-attack? She‟d never get to a hospital in time. She‟d die here in the woods, surrounded by the bodies of the men she‟d murdered. What a horrible way to go. “What is it? What did you hear??    "Did you know that there have been reports of some creature lumbering around out here after dark? Like a human, but big, and bad and ugly? Maybe it‟s her. A hungry troll. Come to eat you.” “Would you just Bleep off and tell me what I‟m looking for?” “Sorry, couldn‟t resist it.” Angie‟s voice was softer now, a trace of humour having returned. For some reason, it made Kate feel more uneasy still. “You look so frightened. It was too good an opportunity to miss.” “What am I supposed to be looking for?” “There. A yard to your left. And a couple of yards to the left again. And about ten feet in front of that.” 

      Kate swept the phone over the ground like a mine-sweeper. Grass. Grass. More grass. But then, something else. Something bad. She screamed. There on the ground, a forearm was protruding through freshly churned earth. The flesh had been gnawed from it, like one of the barbecue spare ribs she had been munching on with Mike at the Chinese restaurant. Only the hand had been left untouched, giving it the appearance of a pale white glove. She threw up over it. She always felt nauseous here; that was why Angie had started burying the bodies on her own. But this was worse than anything she had seen before. She wiped the vomit from her face as best she could with the back of her hand. She wanted to run back to the car, but for some reason she felt compelled to stay, and find out just how bad this was. She probably wouldn‟t find the car in the dark anyway. She got to her feet, skirted the arm which was pointing the way into the trees like some macabre sign-post, and dropped to her feet again. She couldn‟t find anything at first, but after sweeping her free hand in a large circle across the grass, she felt something sticky poking up from the earth. She focused the phone on it. Even with the aid of a few seconds light, she wasn‟t totally sure what it was. The remains of a foot, maybe? But chewed up. Horribly, horribly chewed up, so there was nothing left but bone and torn muscle. The light went out on her phone. She swore. She tried again, without success. The battery had died. They were alone in the darkness with a half dozen partially excavated corpses. And the thing which freaked her out most was that Angie was laughing like the lunatic she was.....

Hmmm nawa for angie wetin b her problem sef

Greg thanks for the mention

greg42:
What if she‟d bullied her out here so she could murder her and bury her with her victims? The ultimate irony. And unlike Snow White, she wouldn‟t have seven quirky dwarfs to bail her out at the last minute. No.

Instead, she would have seven dead boyfriends lying all around her dead self. Ultimate irony indeed.

Good one Greg!! Really good bro

I don't know why I keep feeling sorry for Kate and seeing Angie as the villain yet Kate is the Vampire. Angie is a tough nut yes, but Kate is the mosquito here, all Angie does is help with squeeze their soon to be juice. Infact they are in it together. Kate = Angie

Nmaglit:
Hmmm nawa for angie wetin b her problem sef

Greg thanks for the mention

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jagugu88li:
Instead, she would have seven dead boyfriends lying all around her dead self. Ultimate irony indeed.

Good one Greg!! Really good bro

I don't know why I keep feeling sorry for Kate and seeing Angie as the villain yet Kate is the Vampire. Angie is a tough nut yes, but Kate is the mosquito here, all Angie does is help with squeeze their soon to be juice. Infact they are in it together. Kate = Angie

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     And then there was light. Bright light, right in her face, practically blinding her. She held an arm to shield her eyes from the beam. The light changed direction, illuminating Angie‟s face from just beneath her chin, in the manner adopted by everyone who has ever told a horror story by a camp-fire. 
“I am the troll of the forest! 
And this is where I feed!”  
     Kate stared back at her. She had a torch! She had made her tramp through the woods in pitch darkness, and all the while she had had a torch with her! 
“You bitch!”
 “Sorry. I couldn‟t resist it.” 
“What have you done?” 
      She gestured to the remains of her various victims, illuminated in the torchlight. 
“Was this part of your little joke, too?”
 “What do you mean, what have I done? This wasn‟t me. Foxes, I suppose.” 
“Couldn‟t you have buried them deeper?” 
“That‟s easy for you to say, sitting at home with your feet up, with a nice glass of AB negative to wash down your fish and chips. I‟m the one who has to drag the bodies through the pitch black woods and bury them on my own. Have you got the faintest idea how hard that is? By the time I‟ve got them here, the last thing I want to do is dig a six foot grave, with a marble headstone, thank you very much.” 
“I offered to help.” 
“You kept chucking up. We can‟t have your DNA all over the place.” 
“Can you even get DNA from vomit?” 
“Kate, you‟re sort of missing the point here. We‟re surrounded by the half-exhumed bodies of your murder victims, and you‟re wanting to discuss the latest advances in forensic medicine.” “I can‟t believe you had a torch on you all this time. I was terrified.” Angie chuckled. “I was going to turn it on a few yards into the woods. I was furious with you in the car, but I‟d calmed down by the time we got here. But then I thought, Bleep it, she deserves this, leaving me to sort out her mess for her while she‟s off shagging Window-boy. And being so rude to me, as well. Back in the car. You deserved everything you got. You‟ve got to admit it was funny, though.”


          Kate wasn‟t going to admit anything. But now didn‟t seem to be the right time to have a “domestic” with her so-called friend. There were bodies all over the place. Angie played the torch over the grass, and she counted four of them. The other two were thankfully still under the ground. With all the churned up earth and half eaten limbs, it looked like a scene from a zombie film, where the zombies had given up half-way out of their graves and decided to stay put after all.  “What are we going to do?” “We put them back again. Deeper this time. I‟ve got a spade in the boot. Clive‟s keeping it company. We take turns to dig.” “There‟s no time. It‟s nearly half five. We need to go home now.” “And leave all these bodies all over the place? I don‟t think so. You‟re the one who‟s always telling me I take too many risks. Well not this time, I‟m not. We‟ve got to get this done tonight.” “Angie, please. I can‟t do this now. We‟ll come back this evening. No one‟ll find them here.” “No way. We can‟t risk it. I‟m not going to prison just because you‟re a freaky vampire who wets herself every time the sun comes up. You wait here. I‟ll go and get the spade.” “Can you leave me the torch?” “And you‟re afraid of the dark, too? You really are the crappest vampire ever.....


                Burying masticated bodies is never an easy task, but it is harder still with suspected broken ribs. At first, Kate tried to work through it, knowing that Angie would be in no mood for excuses. But within minutes, the sharp pain shooting through her chest had overwhelmed her, and she was in tears. She kept digging, as best she could. Angie chose to ignore her sobs at first, but after a while told her that she couldn‟t bear to hear her blubbing like a baby any more, and ordered her back to the car. She sat in the passenger seat. It no longer seemed quite so dark. She wasn‟t sure whether it was because her eyes had grown accustomed to it, or whether sunrise was on its way. She wished she knew when dawn was due. Surely it was pretty late at this time of year? She could have Googled it if she‟d had a decent phone, but her battery was dead anyway and the chances of having a signal out here seemed pretty remote. The occasional car drove past. She felt self-conscious, sitting here by the side of the road in the woods. They were parked on the wrong side of the road, so that the headlights of the cars coming towards her shone into her face as they rounded the bend a few hundred yards further down the tarmac. 

      Many were on full-beam, forcing her to shield her eyes. She hoped that Angie was far enough into the woods for the headlights not to pick her out. She wondered what these drivers thought she was doing here. Maybe they assumed her driver had been caught short, and was relieving himself or herself in the woods. Maybe they assumed she was out dogging. She hoped not. She had no idea what she‟d do if one of the drivers stopped and propositioned her. Lock the doors and hope he‟d go away, she supposed. Or, if he wouldn‟t take no for an answer, bang on the horn until Angie came to send him packing. She was good at that sort of thing. Maybe she‟d even have her syringe handy, in which case she could save herself a night out looking for her next victim. It was nearly six o‟clock. Angie had been out there for ages. Maybe she should go back and have another go at digging to speed things up? But it had taken her ten minutes to find her way back to the car, and even then she had hit the road about a hundred yards further along than she had been aiming for. 

         She‟d never find Angie without a landmark to aim for, not even with the torch. And if she did find her, she‟d have to give up digging again after a minute or two, and then she‟d get another mouthful for being weak and childish. Maybe it was best to stay in the car after all. She had to be back home soon, though, no matter what. It would be daylight before long, she was sure of it. Dawn couldn‟t be much later than seven o‟clock, surely, not even in January? It would take three quarters of an hour driving back (maybe less, as Angie could risk driving quicker with Clive safely out of the boot). She cursed. Clive! Clive was still in the boot! When Angie eventually finished burying the others, she‟d have to dig a hole for him, too. They would never get back in time. She‟d be out here, in broad daylight. She felt her chest tighten. She tried to breathe deeply, before panic set in. She couldn‟t be left out here, in the middle of nowhere, with the sun up. She couldn‟t be. She beeped the horn. Angie would hate that. She liked to be in control; she wouldn‟t want Kate dictating how fast she worked. It‟s your mess, she‟d say, for the hundredth time. If you don‟t think I‟m working fast enough, you come and do it yourself. Maybe she should have left her the torch. She could‟ve worked quicker if she could see what she was doing.


         Another car came round the corner up ahead, just as she was beeping. It indicated to turn off the road. Shit! It was stopping! What if they were doggers, or rapists or murderers? Or all three. She beeped the horn again, holding it down longer this time, desperate for Angie to come to her aid. The car stopped in front of her, bonnet to bonnet. The lights stayed on, blinding her. She heard a car door slam. She tried to slide over to the driver‟s seat, to put the keys in the ignition, ready to drive off if she had to. Where was Angie? She needed her back here, before something awful happened. Someone was walking towards her. She was halfway over the gear-stick. She‟d end up sitting on it if she wasn‟t careful. She arched her pelvis upwards and managed to squeeze over it onto the driver‟s side. Why did Angie drive such a stupid little car? She could see the figure approaching the driver‟s side door, but couldn‟t make out any features yet. Maybe she could have done, if his stupid lights weren‟t shining in her face. She clicked one of the buttons on the car-keys. Had she locked the doors, or pressed the “unlock” button? She couldn‟t remember which was which in her panic. He rapped on the window. She didn‟t look round. She just sat there, facing the front, praying that the door was locked. 
“Go away,” 
she whispered to herself.
 “Go away.” 
“Could you open the door please, Miss.” 
She looked to her right. Her heart sank. It was a police-man......

Greg u did a nice job n thanks again for the mention

Nmaglit:
Greg u did a nice job n thanks again for the mention

My pleasure dearie