Time to Die [Open]

[Ophelia Marshall]

Dressed in black pants and an equally black shirt Ophelia dragged her ‘victim’ into the cemetery crypt she had opened earlier. She had procured herself a small dark green vehicle that no one would notice. She closed the trunk after dragging her friend who was still unconscious on the ground. She slung her black tool bag over her shoulder as she took the shoes of the skinny to medium build male and dragged him inside. He was still unconscious and should be for another half an hour to forty-five minutes. Ophelia took this time to drive the car and parallel park it on the side of the street five blocks from the cemetery.

There were tire tracks on the grass from where she had driven on the grass and a few tombstones were broken. Oh well. The cemetery caretaker would think it was teenagers. It wasn’t like they would find a body. Ophelia already knew where she would stash this body. In the coffin of another dead body. Though it was funny to leave bodies in the open. Once inside the crypt herself Ophelia closed the door behind her. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness and then began to drag the body down the crypt and then onto a coffin.

Ophelia began to hum as she opened her bag and tied the man’s arms and legs with handcuffs to the handle bars. It was loose but she wanted him to struggle. On another coffin right out of the man’s eye view she opened her black tool bag. An assortment of dangerous doctor’s tools (in silver) were displayed. Looking and touching and feeling those tools brought a smile to her face. She leaned against the coffin and waited for her innocent victim to wake.

[Seth]

While out taking a stroll and walking off a post soul feeding buzz, Seth was in quite the happy mood and even more so quite pleasantly surprised to see that the cemetery wasn’t completely dead and lifeless as he had previously thought. He had become increasingly curious as he watched a stunningly beautiful red head drag a poor unconscious man down into the crypt from the trunk of a non descript car.

Seeing the red headed beauty alone would have made this evening greater than it already was, but seeing that she seemed to have something macabre and dark planned for this poor wretch, well that made it even better.

He stayed close by, hidden in the shadows and in a spot so that he would easily be able to make out the dark entrance to the tomb but without making himself easily seen should she come back out. A few minutes strolled by and Seth thought that now it was time to make his move, but no, not just yet for as he was about to follow ‘Red’ down into the darkness she reappeared ‘now you truly are a rare beauty aren’t you’ he thought to himself.

It seemed that ’Red’ was not stupid and not in the habit of using the middle of the cemetery as a parking lot and began to drive the unremarkable green car away. Once Seth had seen the back of the tail lights disappear he started to head over to the crypt moving between the headstones and while making sure he outright avoided any that remotely resembling a crucifix, that would have certainly been a buzz kill.

Seth was there, at the entrance to the crypt and with the poor bastard in site “what ever you did buddy I don’t envy you” he said to himself. No doubt that if this was some poor bastard from one of the many clubs a few of his friends probably thought he was having a great time riding ‘Red’, but how little they knew that he was about to be on the receiving end of most likely a psycho with nothing better to do with her time. With a slight smile on his face and while thinking ‘this is going to be fun’ Seth started to make his way down the stone steps very quietly.

But he didn’t make the descent right away, instead he found himself rooted to the top step and staring down at the young man at his feet, there was a part of him that Seth had thought long ago died that wanted to take this man away and give him a sanctuary from this crazy bitch. But no, he didn’t do anything of the sort, he just turned away and made the journey down the steps and into the darkness below.

Finding a place to hide was slightly difficult. There wasn’t really any good spot to hide except for a corner that was shrouded in shadows. With a sigh and a disappointed shake of his head Seth set himself up right there hoping that he would not be spotted by the red head beauty when she came back.

While Seth waited for her to make a return he came to realize something about the crazy ones, they always seemed to be attractive and from personal experience knew that crazy women were wild in the sack, he spent quite a bit of time contemplating this and what made it so. The minutes ticked by and more thoughts started to run through his head, thoughts about his shop, about the girl who owned the other magic shop and another thought along the lines of, ‘I hope she doesn’t lock me in this crypt’ because that would have really sucked for him, not that he didn’t deserve being locked in a crypt.

Some more time passed and Seth thought he heard a noise. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure until he heard the door to the crypt close, and then the sound that could only be somebody dragging something down a set of stone steps, like maybe a sack of potatoes, or maybe even an unconscious human being. Seth felt his excitement build and his heart start to race, their was no backing out of this now for any of them, this was game on.

From his vantage point blackened out by the shadows Seth watched on with a morbid fascination as ‘Red’ started to prepared her victim by securing him with handcuffs. Those would really start to cut into his wrists as he began to struggle through the pain. This wasn’t even the most interesting thing though, the thing that really caught his attention was the impressive array of doctors tools and surgical implements. Seth couldn’t tell that they were silver, but they certainly were shiny and probably coated in a heavy layer of excruciating pain.

Seth just continued on watching her, almost, maybe kind of captivated by her but not for the normal reason someone might think. Yes, she was very pretty, above average and Seth wouldn’t disagree with someone trying to argue the point, but she captivated him for what she wasn’t and what she should have been, and that was a cold, brutal, merciless, unfeeling demon.

It was time to step in on this private little party ’Red’ thought she had going for herself and make it a little less private. Silently stepping out from the shadows Seth watched her. He thought about staying quiet until she realized that someone else was in the crypt with her, ‘screw it’ he thought to himself, time to make his presence known “Not intruding am I?” he spoke, and for a very brief moment his voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter until all once again was silent.

"I honestly didn't think that this night could get any stranger, but then you come along driving like a bat out of hell knocking over tombstones...which by the way is supposed to be bad luck..." he paused only to produce a cigarette, light it and begin smoking it "So I thought to myself..." he began to pace backwards and forwards while keeping distance between himself and 'Red' "what could little ol' you be doing all alone in a cemetery late at night...drunk driver perhaps? on any other night maybe...but no, not tonight…tonight turns out to be something different...something...sexy" he eyed her for a moment and gave her a sly smile, "but not only something..." he paused again to give her fine looking body a once over, or maybe a twice over before he continued "...sexy...clearly something quite positively sadistic and dangerous...well I says to myself…maybe the nights just getting started”

Well that was it, the cat was out the bag and for some reason as Seth looked on at ’Red’ he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just trapped two wolves inside a concrete cage.

[Ophelia Marshall]

Ophelia glanced at the surgical instruments she had before her. She could skin someone; dismember someone, cut bone, etc… There were so many choices. Ophelia felt like doing something gruesome! She picked up a small knife and began to draw some Hollywood Occult symbols. They were symbols of peace and mother earth but Hollywood and reporters twisted them and made them seem like symbols of the devil. The man’s stomach was soon covered with permanent marks. Blood oozed out of the knifings, riddling the stomach with a layer of blood, removing what color the male had been.

“Not intruding am I?”

Ophelia turned her view from the man screaming with tears in his eyes and looked at the man in the shadows. She was too shocked for words. Ophelia had thought she was alone. Apparently, she was not alone. Nor had she been. A witness. A bloody damned witness! And now Ophelia would have to take care of this witness. Maybe this could be a good thing though.

"I honestly didn't think that this night could get any stranger, but then you come along driving like a bat out of hell knocking over tombstones...which by the way is supposed to be bad luck..."

Ophelia watched as the man light a cigarette. She could see the fire from the end of the butt. Ophelia moved and took the same needle and put it into the bottle of potion that she had used to knock out the other man. Then Ophelia ran towards the man to try and knock him unconscious by injecting him..

[Seth]

From where he stood Seth watched as ‘Red’ cut into the mans skin. He wondered why she chose to cut those particular symbols into him, was she perhaps a witch dabbling in blood magic who didn’t know what they meant? He hadn’t heard her mutter any kind of spells so Seth maybe thought that she was a demon getting off on causing pain? but no, he knew that she wasn’t a demon and could sense that much about her.

Seth was happy with the way she reacted to his intrusion, just like a deer caught in the headlights or a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Seth had expected some sort of reply from the red head or a sparring of words, but nom he got nothing and was thoroughly disappointed when she just stared back at him with a set of lovely teal coloured orbs.

Seth watched her while she moved and started to do something he couldn’t quite make out. As he watched with a growing curiosity he took an overly long drag from his cigarette and simply continued to watch what she was doing with a great amount of interest.

As he smoked he turned his attention onto the bleeding man who at this point was coated in a thick layer of goopy blood and making quite a bit of noise, such a thing was sub par to some of the things he had witnessed in the nine circles. While he watched the man, he inadvertently provided just enough of a distraction that had allowed ’Red’ to get in as close as she did with that needle of hers. As she got up close he saw the glint of the needle in the low light cut down through the air and then pinch into his skin between his neck and collar bone.

As he was a demon the potion inside the syringe didn’t start to take effect right away, he wasn’t a human and therefore the substance took a little bit more time to truly kick in. Seth just stood there for a moment as the red headed psycho backed away from him, waiting for the potion to start to work its magic “you fucking idiot” he grinned and started to laugh at her, the sound drowning out any noise the sliced up man was making.

“you have…haha…” he took a step towards her, slightly more clumsy than the precise arrogant steps he had been taking just moments ago “you…fucked up…so bad…” the gap between them was closed quickly and as quickly as a flash lightening Seth delivered a strong back hand to the left side of ‘Red’s’ face.

After the blow had landed Seth fell to the right in the opposite direction. He hit the ground with a dull thud and the only sign that he was still alive was from his chest rising and falling. But even now, as he lay on the ground, his demonic body was working to neutralize what ever had been pumped into him.

For now ’Red’ could have all the fun that she wanted and she‘d better enjoy it, because if he didn’t get her back today, then one day soon she would know the meaning of pain.

[Ophelia Marshall]

Ophelia was slapped and she flew backwards. “FUCK!” Ophelia screamed as she got up a minute later, rubbing the back of her head. She wiped her nose with the inside of her shirt. She was wiping away her own blood. It was only a little bit of blood but it was still her DNA. “Fuck,” she said. She got up, turned around and looked where her head hit. Then she took a small bottle of cleaning fluid and began to wipe where her head hit. Then, Ophelia wiped the man’s hand where he might have got some transfer DNA from smacking her.

Ophelia then put away the cloth in a small bag. The man was unconscious, but it had taken a bit longer than usual. She pulled out the needle, retracted a bit more potion and then pushed it back into his skin. “You asshole. You are going to die!” Ophelia took the knife and stabbed the man in the neck, slitting his throat and causing this most hideous of noise as he suffocated. She un-cuffed him and pushed him on the floor. The floor was now slippery with blood.

Ophelia put the new man on the table and cuffed him. She put plastic bags over her shoes, got on the table and began to kick the man. She kicked him on his genitals. She kicked him on his chest, his head, his face, his legs, his kneecaps, - his genitals some more. Ophelia then got off of the table and stabbed the man in the middle of his chest. It was a deep stab but it was not fatal. She left the knife in.

[Seth]

Seth remained out cold for quite some time, but definitely not as long as any of the humans she may have drugged with what ever it was in the syringe. As he remained unconscious he was vaguely aware of what was going on around him in the crypt. He felt a life force cease and then became even more aware as he was pulled around like a one hundred and sixty pound rag doll.

As the crazy red head started to rain down vicious blows all over his body, he had begun to become more aware of what was going on and it wasn’t to long after this beating and stabbing that his lovely green eyes had started to flicker open. It was dark, still very dark and his mind was still in a confusing haze about what exactly was going on.

Seth could taste the coppery taste of blood on his taste buds. His tongue was more or less bathed in the crimson liquid as it oozed from cuts inside of his mouth and from his nasal passage ways above and at the back of his throat. He was also in pain, lots of it and he had no doubt that if he had been human his life force would most likely be coming to a very bloody and gruesome end, just like ’Red’s’ previous play thing who lay dead and bleeding from a very nasty looking gash across his throat.
No doubt ’Red’s’ very own brutal handy work.

While lying there on the table, Seth kept his eyes shut while he had a very quick think about what hurt and what could possibly be broken. He knew for sure that his nose was broken, it didn’t feel quite right and as he exhaled through it blood bubbles expanded and burst. The liquid trickled down over his lips and down his cheeks and at last dripped down onto the wooden table he was bound to. Next to his broken nose were a few other cuts over his face, a split lip and of course a couple of teeth had been knocked out and most likely swallowed as she had kicked his face into a bloody pulp. No doubt their was a lot of bruising to, good job there wasn’t a mirror in the crypt.

Another injury he noticed while breathing in and out was the extremely painful discomfort he felt along the side of his body and around his ribs. Several were definitely broken and more than one rib had punctured through the wall of his lungs on both sides. Seth had to hand it to ’Red’ she really knew how to cause someone pain, but this was your normal crap, he had expected some real Texas Chainsaw Massacre macabre torture going on here, he felt slightly disappointed.

As Seth’s chest steadily rose, he felt the knife protruding from his sternum and really started to irritate him, it was painful and was causing the bone it was buried into to crack a little each time his lungs exhaled his breath. Oh yes, she had really done a number on him, he could feel it and he knew it was going to take a few very long days to heal up most of this, hell maybe even a week or two by the time she was through with him.

It was time to wake up now.

Seth finally opened his eyes and fixed his green hues on the red headed psychopath standing less than a few feet away from him, “I didn’t expect you to get the drop on me like that…” he grinned at her and as he exposed some of his broken teeth, blood oozed and slimed its way from between the jagged gaps of what looked like broken porcelain sticking out from raw steak “you’re a heartless bitch aren’t you” he stated in a matter of fact kind of way, “what’s wrong with you then hmm, mummy and daddy didn’t love you enough…or maybe daddy loved you to much?” he laughed a little as if nothing in the world was wrong with the current situation he was in.

Very abruptly his laughing stopped and his gaze fell on her “listen psycho bitch!” he almost spat the words at her “you have no fucking idea with who or what you are dealing with and you better pray, pray your little psycho ass off because if I ever get a hold of you, you will know a pain like none other” he kept his eyes fixed on her, like a wolf staring down another big bad wolf.

[Ophelia Marshall]

“Oooh, I like the sound of that.” She said as she repeated his quote about mommy and daddy not loving her enough or perhaps daddy had loved her too much. “I’m afraid none of the above. But you’re a cheeky bastard, aren’t you? Perhaps,” she said as she grabbed a new knife. “I should cut your tongue out so that you won’t speak. But then, you won’t be able to scream. Maybe I’ll just cut off your lips as a nice visual effect.” Ophelia said as she moved closer.

Both of Ophelia’s parents had loved her very much. Her mother and her father had given into all of her demands. If she wanted a new horse or pony she got it. If she wanted to hunt big game in Africa no problem. Ophelia had gunned down a nice big fat elephant. And no, her father had never molested her. And since he was as attractive as an Abercrombie and Fitch model she would not have turned down his advances, had any been there. What would have happened if her parents hated her and her father had molested her? Maybe she wouldn’t love to kill. Because Ophelia just loved to kill. The knife ripping through flesh was orgasmic, as were the screams.

“I know what you are.” She whispered from up close as she covered his eyes with one hand, then licked his ear. People were frightened when they could see. But when they couldn’t see they were terrified. “And trust me, I’m not scared.” She played around with the knife on his lips, letting him feel the blade, letting him know the blade was there and that she controlled it. She knew what he was, he was obviously a vampire! “You should know you’re not getting out of this room alive. You will be buried here.” She said as she drove the smaller knife in his flesh from above his nipple. “Scream for me. Beg me to stop. Beg me to stop and I might make the pain a lot less and your death a lot less quicker. I may be merciful.” Ophelia let out a small moan, giving pain to others was pleasurable for her.

[Seth]

“I should cut your tongue out so that you won’t speak. But then, you won’t be able to scream. Maybe I’ll just cut off your lips as a nice visual effect.”

Seth had no doubt in his mind that that she would do it, and most likely a lot worse to him, but there was one thing that ‘Red’ didn’t know, and that was no matter what she did to him, no matter how much pain she tried to cause to his body and no matter how long she tried to draw it out for, Seth knew he had received a hell of a lot worse and he’d had pain drawn out for a lot longer than she could possibly imagine.

“I know what you are.”

Everything went even darker as her lovely delicate hand came to rest over his eyes, although unfortunately for her the lack of vision did not have its desired effect. He was quite curious now though. Did she actually know what he was? Or was she just taking a guess at what he could have been? Just because he wasn’t dieing from a few stab wounds or a few kicks to the head did one now just naturally jump to conclusions?

“And trust me, I’m not scared.”

‘Oh really’ Seth thought to himself as she started to play with the blade over his lips, it felt cold, very cold and very sharp and no doubt in her hands an instrument of extreme pain. The lick to his ear was almost have been erotic if it had not been for the state of his body and the circumstance, it just showed what a freak she was “not scared hmm?” he laughed maniacally at her words “don’t worry…” he sighed almost contently at her, “you will be my sweet…you will be” as if another funny joke had just been cracked he burst into a fit of laughter again, albeit a very pain filled laugh.

As the silver blade slammed and pierced into his chest Seth winced slightly and ground his fucked up teeth together, but still somehow retained that creepy fucking smile across his blood caked lips.

“Scream for me. Beg me to stop. Beg me to stop and I might make the pain a lot less and your death a lot less quicker. I may be merciful.”

Oh Seth loved it, she was really getting off on this and now he was going to play with her a bit “please…” he spoke, his voice was hushed and sounded very scared but sounded even more pathetic, “pleas no more…please just kill me…let me go…you don’t need to do this…is it money, you want money I can pay…what ever you want” he honestly and sincerely sounded desperate to get away from this crazy red headed psycho, but if she just glanced at his face his lips were still spread out into a very disconcerting smile.

There was no doubt that he was feeling the pain that she was dealing him. The tension in his muscle and the veins in his neck were bulging and straining under his skin as he fought back it back. The thing is, Seth just didn’t care “…really…ple...” he laughed again and stared down at the knives buried into his body “I'm sorry…I know its what you wanted to hear but I couldn’t keep going…so…” he paused for a moment “is it my turn now?”

[Ophelia Marshall]

“Why do they always think I want money?” Ophelia asked herself as if the man was not even in the room with her. It was always, ‘Please don’t kill me. I have money.’ Or ‘I will make you very rich if you let me go.’ But that was a laugh. Anyone who fell for that deserved to have the police arresting them. Ophelia knew without a doubt that these people would not pay. They were not the payer type of person, the one who would indeed pay. If anything, these were the ones that were so money grubby that they would take a penny from their grandma’s pocket while she was still in her coffin, and then try and resell the funeral flowers standing by the corner of the road!

First the man was begging. He was offering money, crying like a baby and giving Ophelia what she wanted to hear. Then he stopped cold and his voice sounded as if he was ordering something at a fast food restaurant. There was no pain or emotion in it. “You don’t get a turn. You get to die.” Ophelia said as she thrust the knife into the man or vampires eye. She really, really needed a better way to identify if a person was a vampire other than having them sit in the sun.

Ophelia took the knife out of the man’s eye and then pushed it in the other one. It reminded her of the time she had done a dissection in tenth grade science class. “See no evil,” she said. There was hear no evil (his ears) and speak no evil (his tongue). But there was also, “Pee no evil,” she said making something up and taking the same knife that she had used on both of his eyes to his groin. Men were oddly territorial about their genitals and knives. That poor lady that got caught and the damned judge set bail at one million.

[Seth]

Well that was all extremely painful, but having his eyes put out still wasn’t a first time thing for Seth. There probably wasn’t anything she could do to him that hadn’t been done to him before, however that still didn’t make having his eyes fucked up and his groin butchers any less painful.

Although now in an extreme amount of pain Seth still refused to give this psycho what she wanted. The screams that were like a lovers caress to her body that brought fourth ecstasy for her never graced her ears, instead they were replaced by half choked and spluttered laughter that could have only come from a truly deranged mind “I'm getting bored…you wont like me I'm bored” Seth tilted his head to the side slightly and spat a wad of blood out of his mouth.

He turned his head and looked directly at her. His eyes hung in shreds in his eye sockets, but still even now he grinned at her and stared at her as if he could see her as clear as day “I’m getting bored” Seth spoke, threw his head back and silently laughed at her.

Without any warning and with all of strength Seth could muster violently yanked his arms forward snapping the chains between the cuffs as if they were made out of tissue paper “I’m getting fucking bored with you bitch…” to emphasize how bored he really was Seth kicked out with his feet again and broke the chains between the cuffs that had his feet ‘secured’ to the table.

“now its my turn”

[Ophelia Marshall]

Ophelia was annoyed that the man was not screaming anymore. She had poked the hell out of his eyes, his genitals. Why the hell was he not screaming? Why the hell was he not in pain? Why the hell was he laughing? Before Ophelia knew it the man had broken out of his restraints. Ophelia backed away. She was not scared. Or maybe she was. Or maybe she just thought that she should be scared. “You’re not a vampire.” She said silently. She had thought this man; this creature, had been a vampire.

“You’re not a vampire.” Oh shit. If this man was not a vampire then what was he? Ophelia wasn’t cowering before him, It, though she knew she ought to. She was not scared of death. And if she were to die, so be it. Right now she just wanted to know what this creature was. What type of creature was he?

[Seth]

“You’re not a vampire.”

Seth grinned at the clueless woman standing before him with stringy pieces of what had once been his gums hanging and flapping around over what remained of his teeth. He brought his arm up slowly to his mouth and cuffed away all of the dried blood and wet pieces of flesh that hung from the inside his mouth and on his lips before flicking the traces off of his hand.

“not a vampire…” he mused to himself somewhat calm but still sounding quite psychotic at this point “I wouldn’t use a vampire to wipe the shit off of my boot…” demon or not, as far as he was concerned they were all vermin, feeding on the blood of humans for sustenance? Where was the finesse?

Seth reached down and yanked the knife that was sticking out of his groin in one swift motion. He eyed it for a moment and then looked straight past it at Red who for the most part looked quite unfazed considering what was about to happen to her.

Slowly and while spinning the knife blade between his fingers Seth started to approach his tormentor, there was nothing in his body language that suggested he was about to attack her, but then again he was brandishing a knife quite menacingly so maybe that was suggestion enough “why don’t we switch it up a bit hmm…” he motioned to the table he had been lain out on and grinned at her again.

As he stepped towards her Seth came well within what would be considered her personal space but still there was no sign of an attack coming “…experience that pain that you love just oh so much, don’t you want to know what it feels like?” he placed the point of the blade against her skin and lightly dragged it over the top leaving a small red mark in its wake.

[Ophelia Marshall]

“I wouldn’t use a vampire to wipe the shit off of my boot…”

Ophelia couldn't help but laugh given the dire of the circumstances. It was an incredibly hilarious thing to say. Whatever this creature was, he certainly did not like vampires. Neither did Ophelia. "Vampires are good for some things." she said matter of factly. It sort of went without saying that vampires were good to kill when you didn't feel like leaving around a body.

The Thing plucked the knife out of his groin and headed towards Ophelia. She still had an assortment of knives on the table, along with a bone saw that cut only bone and not skin, as well as a saw that would cut skin. Someone in Ophelia's place should be screaming, they should be shaking in their boots, but Ophelia was incapable of feeling emotions. She just looked amused. Whatever happened, happened.

“Why don’t we switch it up a bit hmm…”

"How considerate." she said watching the knife and the Thing. "But I'm quite comfortable right here." The Thing dragged the blade against her flesh lightly, leaving a mark, though Ophelia wasn't looking at what it drew on her. The blade was so sharp that it did not hurt. It would only hurt if you dug it in deeper, at an angle or poured salt or lemon juice in the wound. Still, it had felt odd. Not to say Ophelia couldn't feel pain, she could, but it was more like a paper cut as it was not deep.

"I will pass, thank you." she said. Ophelia played with the idea of taking her cyanide pill. She kept a pill in a small pill container in her left pocket at all times. It looked like aspirin but it would kill her in less then five minutes, thirty seconds if she had a glass of water with it. It was the Plan Z, the ultimate exit. "Perhaps I can interest you in a saw?" she asked as she handed the Thing a bone saw.

The Thing would not know it was a bone saw. In fact few people that were not in the medical field knew what one was. The bone saw did not say bone saw on it. It was a saw that was intended only to cut bone. It worked weird, it would not cut skin at all even if you put it on skin. But the minute it was put on bone it cut bone smoothly and efficiently.

Ophelia took the real saw for herself. It was similar in look and size to the bone saw except this would cut flesh.