Serial Killer Strikes Again

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity smiled at her reflection in the antique mirror. She knew she had been smiling more frequently lately. The past few months she and Officer Jerry Smith had been out to dinner, lunch and a couple of movies. While his schedule was erratic they had managed to see each other a few times. She didn't really know his well but she liked what she knew about him. He was a little shy, sometimes a little awkward but she liked that about him. She was more comfortable with someone shy than someone that was outgoing and egotistical.

Serenity completed her paperwork for the day and locked up the shop. Since the news had been empty of any reports about the killer, she felt more comfortable heading for the bus station eventhough it was dark out. There had been a period of time when she had jumped at every shadow. She liked her job but the neighborhood where the warehouse/studio was located was mostly warehouses, a few old residences, but not a lot of traffic or lights. She had spent a lot of her earnings taking cabs to avoid walking the street in the evening. Now she could start saving some money again.

Stepping off the bus in front of the hotel next to her apartment, she waved at her cabbie friends and stopped into the hotel's restaurant. Ordering a sandwich and salad to go, she talked to the hostess while she waited for her dinner. Jerry was working tonight and she had plans for a solo dinner and a good book. Once her dinner was ready, she bid the hostess, Ann, goodbye and walked next door to her building.

Locking the door behind her, she changed her clothes, climbing into a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, poured a glass of wine and settled into her favorite chair with her dinner and book.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

April 3, 2006

Samantha smiled at the sexy number underneath her. Her fingers splayed over his chest and her heart drummed rapidly inside her own. She continued to lift and fall as she and Marc fucked wildly. She was about to come, so she worked the muscles of her pussy and when she came she showered him with the fluids of his arousal, accepting his as well.

Her body fell on to his and eventually she rolled off and snuggled against him. “Marc. . .I think I’m falling in love with you,” she whispered to him. Her fingers slipped around his waist and she tasted his salty skin.

She thought back over the last three months. She was practically living with him. How that had happened she wasn’t sure. She had her own place, but she kept winding back at his. She was glad though. Her place had memories of her past life. . .the life she lived now with Marc was wonderful, one that she wanted to explore further.

She had taken a leap and she was swimming in pleasure. Every week they were together added another smile to her heart. Every touch he gave her brought back memories of past caresses and longings for future ones.

Samantha still worked in the library. She still complained about administrative policies, but at the end of the day there was always Marc. He’d shared with her the information about his gambling problem. She understood he was young and made mistakes, she loved him all the more for trusting him.

Now as she lay in his arms she wondered what he thought now that she’d almost said those three little words. . .she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. “I’m sorry. That’s a lie. I don’t think I am. . .I know I am. I do love you Marc.”

 

[redbaron05]

April 3, 2006

The last 3 months had been good to Jerry for the most part. He and Serenity had hit it off and had been dating off and on when his work schedule would allow,which wasnt as often as he would have preferred, but she was very understanding and he felt himself starting to care for her more and more and he thought well hoped she felt the same way about him. Jerry coulod'nt help but smile when he thought about Serenity,

The most frustrating part of the last few months was the fact that they hadn't caught the killer but there also hadnt been any new murders related to the case in that time either. Sitting at a computer in the task force's command center Jerry is looking back over the evidence seeing if he had missed something when his phone buzzed at his hip.
Grabbing his phone and checking the number hoping it might be Serenity but finding Det. Hallenbeck's number on the caller id Jerry answers, "Smith here what can I do for ya boss?"

 

[jushorny]

Marc and Samantha

Marc’s life seemed back to normal, well normal but better. For awhile after he had been questioned about the destruction at Deb’s place, Marc felt continuously nervous. He felt as if the police were following him. He knew it wasn’t true, never had any evidence of being followed, but he felt as if he was. Eventually Marc began to ease up, to relax, he figured since the police had made no effort to make contact with him again, he was in the clear.

Marc thought back to the questions he had gone through. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked that Detective Hallenbeck. It was not in Marc’s being to like or trust the police but he did have to admit the detective seemed to be fair in his questioning, seemed to see through Deb and Brian’s story, seemed to realize Marc was not the person who had ravished the apartment.

The Serial killings seemed to have stopped. There was little mention of them anymore. Most people believed the killer had moved on, picking another quiet community to wreak havoc upon. The sidewalks and streets once again became populated with Plainfield’s residents. Every once in awhile the local paper would write up something about the task force, but it was never more than a two paragraph summary stuck in the middle of the City Update column.

Right after Marc had been questioned by the police, Samantha withdrew. They still continued to date but Marc could tell in her eyes, that she was keeping her distance from him. She was not letting her fall for him, it was clear. Finally Marc made the move knowing the only way he had any chance with Samantha was to tell her about his past. He chose a Sunday afternoon, it was a cold wet day, the kind of day made for lounging and cuddling. Marc spilled his guts out that day to Sam, letting her in on his life growing up as well as his problems with gambling. It took a few weeks for Sam to digest all the history Marc had provided but she finally had come around.

Marc and Samantha had spent the last few months getting to know each other, learning each other’s likes and dislikes, their quirks as it were. They were spending more and more time together these days. The other ladies at the Library now calling Marc by his first name, the guys on his construction crew continuously chiding him about being pussy whipped. Marc didn’t care, he was falling for Sam big time.

Now they spent almost all their time together. Sam practically lived at Marc’s place. She hadn’t yet moved anything besides a few toiletries, some sleepwear, always opting to carry a small bag back and forth. Marc had decided a couple of weeks ago it was time to ask her, time for them to begin calling his place, their place. Every time he thought about it he smiled. He planned on asking her over dinner that weekend.

Now, on a Friday night, as Sam laid in his arms, both sexually satiated for the moment, he heard those words neither had spoken out loud before. Marc’s brain didn’t completely register her entire comment, but it did register “I do love you Marc.” Marc rolled Sam onto her back, half his body laying over her. He ran the back of his hand over her cheek, staring into her eyes, his smile getting larger by the second.

“I love you too Sam. You have filled my life with pleasure, with happiness, and with purpose.” His lips met hers as they shared what seemed like their first kiss all over again. Marc chose not to ask Sam to move in, opting rather to assume it was the next step, now that they had professed their love for each other. Again they made love, this time less frenzied but no less passionate. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Before long the sun was beginning to rise. Marc knew Sam was as much an early riser as he was, so he knew the time was right. He gave her ass a playful slap and her lips a soft kiss as he began to slide his body out from under her.

“Come on Sam, we got a lot of work today, I figure two trips with you car and my truck should be enough to bring your things over here, don’t you think? Not sure where all the furniture will go, but we can figure that out once its here.” Marc didn’t really wait for her answer instead, got up out of bed and headed into the bathroom to shower.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha and Marc

Marc’s words brought a gasp of surprise from Samantha and a smile. There was no questioning whether she was agreeing to his “command” or not. She was. His words of love caressed her and she felt her heart swell as thoughts of him having the same feelings for her consumed her.

She was out of bed in a flash and running toward him within seconds. He’d barely reached the shower when her arms wrapped around his waste and she turned him to face her. Her fingers pushed into his hair and she pulled him down to her level. Her lips covered his and her tongue plunged inside to stroke and battle with the warm moist muscle that drove her to great heights.

When they parted, her body was again aroused and she looked longingly at him. Her fingers skated down his chest, teasing his right and then his left nipple. “I think two trips will do just fine.” She whispered against his mouth, before kissing him again and holding him close to her.

Eventually they showered together and as she took him into her mouth, urging him to come for her, she felt her mind relax. He was everything she needed. Nothing could go wrong for them. Her tongue moved over the swollen head and her fingers squeezed the soft, velvet package of his balls. She worked him slowly then with more vigor. Her eyes locking with his and telling him how desperately she needed, wanted, and desired to taste him once again.

 

[poohlive]

Trevor had his greasy finger in a book that looked way too beyond for him. It had the hardback of a text book, like one of those spelling books from third grade. This one, unlike the old, dog eared, ripped books from his youth, this one was brand new, and glimmered in the sunlight.

It was a book he had read about online, most goverment profiler's in the F.B.I. had to read this book for a few of their classes. He was reading it now too, underlining an important sentence here and there.

He was waiting for her, again. Angelica seemed to keep her own time, and Trevor was only a part of it. Since he had grabbed his own hobby though, he didn't matter all that much. Trevor just sat and read until she was ready.

"There you are," He leaned against the counter of her antique store, pausing just a minute to kiss her cheek, "I missed you."

He folded one of the corners to keep his page, as he smiled at Angelica.

"So, where did you want to go for lunch?"

 

[Tseranc]

After a month had passed with no new killings, and no new developments in the case (aside from a vandalized apartment that might well be just a normal vandalism with the scary name the news reporters gave their serial killer scrawled inside to freak everyone out more), Agent Woods had been recalled back to Chicago. The FBI now refusing to pay for each night in a crappy hotel while nothing is discovered.

This of course led to an interesting confrontation between Bruce and his boss…resulting in a two-week suspension.

Two weeks in which he had literally nothing to do. He finally broke down and called up Shelly Mitchel, a girl he saw on the side often enough. She’d proven an able distraction for a few days, but Bruce was not one to remain idle for long.

He snuck into the office and looked through old files to catch up on what he’d missed. A great deal of the normal crap, killings, robberies and worse. Then something caught his eye…a case left unsolved, and unassigned, from down in Plainsfield. It had been looked at by both local authorities and the FBI, but ultimately ignored due to lack of evidence to follow up on.

Fools. A lack of evidence IS evidence.

He took the file home…obviously no one would miss it.

He was suspended for an additional two weeks for poking around the crime scene on a case he wasn’t assigned.

So he had called Shelly back a few times, but ultimately, he spent most of his time looking into why a man’s and woman’s charred skeletons would be found without any teeth in their skulls in a farm down in the same sleepy town that had a serial killer running about. The farm was registered the long inhabitants of a graveyard, and no one seemed bothered by this. Woods was positive that his leadership thought this was the work of the mob and thus left it unattended in fear of stirring up more then they had the manpower to deal with. But that didn’t fit either. Why be so elaborate? Why remove the teeth…the best way to identify the victims?

This cost too much, and had to have been planned too far out to be the mob.

Then the call came that another set of killings had come from Plainsfield, she had struck again.

 

[southern_pixie]

Shelly loved it when Bruce called it gave her life some meaning.

It wanst that she could find someome to satisfy her need for attention it was just something about Bruce that everytime he called she came running. She knew he didnt treat her right but in her own mind she knew he loved her no matter what.

With Bruce though work always came first. She had often wondered if he had something to prove, and that oneday he would solve the unsolveable case and carry her off into the sunset as always happened in romantic films.

She carried on her daydreams about her happy ever after while she wiped down tables and served drinks in the "Cop" bar where she had originally met Bruce...

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica smiled back at Trevor. She’s seen the book he’d been reading and though about how ironic it was, but she didn’t ask him about it. She grabbed her purse and slipped around the counter to be with him. She stepped up and kissed him back and the began to shut off the lights. As she did she spoke to him about the places they could go.

“I’m up for anything tonight. I’m starving,” she opened the door and together they left the shop. She locked it up and dropped the keys back into her pocket. “I skipped breakfast, so believe me the small apple I had for a brief break didn’t cut it for very long.”

Looping her arm through his she pressed against him. The cool April air blew against them and she breathed it in. “I”m anxious for Spring Trevor. I don’t like Winter. It’s terribly gray and yucky. But Spring’s coming. I can smell it.... no... that’s pizza.”

“Pizza, I think would sit fine with me? Shall we?” she asked. She was on top of the World and it was spinning around so freely. She had already found her next couple and she was excited by the prospect of once again enjoying herself. “You know what Trevor. . .I’m glad we met.” She stopped their walk and kissed him softly. “Let’s grab something to eat.” Her smile was full of cheer as she looked through the Pizzeria and stared at the owner and his wife.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

Marc wondered how he would be able to keep his hands off Samantha all day while they moved her belongings to his place. The attention she gave him was unbelievable, never had he been recipient to such intense attention. Just thinking of Sam sucking his cock in the shower just a short time ago was enough to get him hard all over again.

Marc went into the kitchen and made coffee to go while Sam finished dressing. He surveyed his place and wondered where everything was going to fit. He wondered how many things of his Samantha would want removed to make way for her possessions. Marc chuckled when his eyes fell upon his favorite chair, the one he watched all the games in. He had been meaning to replace it long ago, just never got around to it and chuckled more thinking of how he would put up a fight, just for the hell of it, the minute Sam suggested it might need replacing. He looked forward to seeing her put her touch on the place but, mostly, he looked forward to having her around all the time, to being with her. He made a mental not to himself to find a way to surprise her with some flowers when they returned back.

Marc smiled when same came from the bedroom, he moved over to pull her against him, to plant his lips on hers. He grabbed her butt cheek as his tongue slide into her willing mouth. Sam pulled away, slapping his chest and telling him to stop, they needed to get to work, no reward until the move was done. He groaned but let go of Sam, “Oh just you wait until tonight then baby,” winking and giving her a playful swat on the ass.

By early evening Sam and Marc had everything of hers at his place. Nothing was in its right place, but it was there and that was all that matter. Marc even managed to stop for flowers without Sam knowing on their last trip back. Having just carried in the last of the boxes, he scooted between the furniture and boxes to wrap his sweaty arms around Sam, pulling her body tight against his. “Good thing the bed isn’t covered with boxes,” Marc said giving Sam a wink.

 

[poohlive]

She has such a warm kiss, probing, curious. It was as if her lips tasted his for the first time, every time, and he had to breathe her in to feel it all. He loved her taste, and it would always dwindle on his tongue for hours on end, playing and flirting with him the way a woman's fragrence was supposed to.

"Yeah, winter's over. It's time."

He couldn't get his mind off that warf. Every time he saw the melting snow, the slowly emerging plants, trees, green sprouting back to life where only dead wood and hard ground had once been, that body came back to haunt him a thousand fold.

When was that body supposed to be found? Now, right now. In the month of April, the time where the ice on the lake was breaking up, the warf shops were starting to open, and the snow that once blanketed the midwest would finally shake itself off.

The dead body with little to no evidence emerging, like some darkened iceberg off deadly black waters, heading straight for the inevitable cruiser. He had spent many a sweaty sleepless nights on that one case alone.

No one understood, not even the cops knew about that case, and how the guy should have never been found. He was supposed to be blanketed up. What was Daddy's Little Girl doing, why had she broken from her pattern so?

He came back from his distraction as he saw the pizza place.

"Great," He helped her inside, finding a nice booth near the corner. This place was different than a lot of the bigger pizza places, it had specialties that seemed both delicious and refined. As if pizza could be served with wine and a nice appetizer at some country club.

They ordered one of those, the chicken alfredo with a light garlic cream sauce. It sounded like a dream.

"So, how have things been with you?"

 

[Tseranc]

She invited him over, always did. She’d likely be disappointed that he had to leave town again, and he just really didn’t want to deal with that right now; sp he decided not to tell her until later. For now he came to pick up a few of his shirts that he left at her place, try to work a little action in, and ultimately he had to leave within a few hours.

It was late evening already when he arrived; knocking on her the door to her small apartment. Being a waitress at the quiet, run down bar he frequented for several years apparently was not a high paying career. Inside was always nice though. The girl had class…which always made him ponder what the hell she was doing with him.

Finally the door opened, the small woman nearly hiding behind it until she verified it was Bruce. She looked great for her age, hell she looks great for any age, and in the back of his mind he could feel some priorities shift. Shirts could wait, telling her he was going to be out of town for awhile could defiantly wait. Getting into Shelly’s bed could not.

He hoped.

“Hey there hot stuff, thanks for having me over on such short notice.” Again….he thought. He caught something in her eyes as she slowly back up opening the door to him…something on her mind…something that might just kill his plans. Maybe she finally saw through him. He figured it was bound to happen one day.

Please not tonight, he thought.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity had spent the day as she usually did, filing papers and unboxing new items her boss sent from whereever he was at the moment. At lunch she had tried Jerry's phone but it had been busy. He hadn't called her back. So she figured he was busy.

In the afternoon she worked the shop, sold a few blouses from a small Indian tribe in Ecuador and a new dagger from the hills of India. A couple of people had come in to browse. It seemed that now that there hadn't been any killing for awhile, people felt more inclined to get out onto the streets. She hadn't seen this many people in a long time. It probably also had to do with the changing season, the days were longer, the sun setting later in the evening.

It was dark though by the time she left work and walked down the street to catch the bus. She hadn't heard from Jerry all day and, while this wasn't unusual, tonight it made her feel a little lonelier than usual. She guessed she had started to become attached to the man, building up expectations. Letting knowing him brighten her days.

A half hour later she walked up the steps to her apartment building, carrying a paperbag from the deli down the street. She glanced down the street to see if Jerry's car was in sight, but she didn't see it. Maybe she'd try to reach him again later.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica smiled back at him. He was a nice fellow. He seemed to like her and that was a good thing. She’d not dated since Brian, the thought of him brought a thrill to her skin and she tingled. Her eyes darted to the man behind the counter and she looked back to Trevor. “Wonderful,” she told him.

She shifted in her seat and the pictures of Deb and Brian played on her mind. The more she thought about them lately the more she found herself growing excited, she often took care of the need at home, but now with Trevor in her life, she wondered if perhaps she shouldn’t consider using him to satisfy that need. She smirked and tucked the idea away, perhaps later, she told herself.

“The shop is up and running and I’m having a blast being my own boss and the nice thing is,” she paused and thanked their server for delivering their food. “The nice thing is, I don’t have to give personal tours. I had enough of showing high school kids things they held no interest in. People come into an Antique Store for either something specific, or something unique or trying to start a new hobby.”

She shrugged and took a bite of her food, licking away the sauce from her lips. Eventually the meal and conversation continued and she found herself thinking of how to move the relationship a step further. She was sure Trevor would be all for it, but she really wasn’t sure if making him a lover was a good idea. Though he’d be a great alibi if she could get him to fall in love with her. She looked at him differently and leaned slightly toward him. “Tell, love.” Her finger moved over his hand and she traced the veins displayed there. “How was your day?” she asked.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

John Matthews ~ NPC ~ Crime Scene Photographer

John Matthews walked over to the two bodies, the blood from the female victim looked to be splattered not only on her body, but across the room as if the initial slice had occurred just as the blood was on it return trip through her body. He took the necessary shots, getting permission from the lead detective to do so. He then ran his eyes over the male and took shots there too. His skin was ghostly pale, given the circumstances John could understand that. After all, you didn’t have your blood drained into a bucket everyday now did you? He snapped the photos required and then wondered about the room snapping more and more rolls of film. He had his digital camera as well as his handy dandy old one, he liked both, but there was something about taking pictures with the shutter click sound rolling in the air. When the bodies were removed he took more shots.

He had been on all the other calls for this sick bitch and he was disgusted with her newest tactics. She was a sick puppy. There was always the possibility that she wasn’t working alone, or that it was a man, but he’d be damn if it wasn’t a woman. He had 500 bucks on the records down at the station and he wanted to collect, needed to really, if his old lady found out he’d been playing with their vacation money she’d be pissed. He moved from the bedroom to the kitchen and when they mentioned evidence he was called over and took shots of wine goblets as well as a bottle of the expensive shit.

“Hey Don,” he said to the beat cop on duty. “She’s gone a bit more nuts than usual huh?” he asked.

“Yes, she did.”

John continued moving around until he was called to take more pictures. He knew these wouldn’t make it to the paper, he’d done that once and gotten put on suspension with no pay, another thing his wife didn’t appreciate.

Once he took the pictures of the collective evidence he was surprised to see how much they had this time. “Fuck. This makes no sense. Is she wanting caught? Or setting someone up?” he asked.

They had bagged the goblets, wine, a few hair strands, and it looked as if there were several nail clippings, probably all the victims shit, but until they knew for sure John was there to take pictures, besides his job wasn’t to analyze things that was someone else’s.

He took shots of the blood sample that were scrapped and put into glass cylinders and as he did he made sure to focus clearly on the dates that were scrawled on the tubes. They didn’t need hangups in court and he had a feeling when they caught this sick fuck she was going to plead insanity... but wasn’t she? Wouldn’t you be insane to do this shit?

Eventually he was done with his job and waved goodbye to the others. He’d catch a ride back with the CSI team and then he’d set to work developing his pictures. Then maybe he’d take out Celine, she was on the CSI in house team, never wanting to go out into the field. He liked her and knew she reciprocated the feelings so he was sure he’d milk her for some information later that evening.

 

[southern_pixie]

As she open the cold beer she had got from the fridge for Bruce she wondered how long he was going to be around for this time, could she persuade him to stay for an extended period.

As she walked back to the sitting room she saw him sat on the sofa relaxed and un-troubled (or so she thought), she quitely strolled over behind him and placed the beer on the side table and started gently rubbing his shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, telling him to relax and enjoy himself.

God she wished he would read the signals that she loved him...

 

[Tseranc]

He grabbed the offered beer, smiled at her, “Thanks Babe.”

He took a long swig from it, knowing all to well how those grey eyes looked at him. He couldn’t decide if she was dumber, more needy, or just far more compassionate then his ex-wives. Whatever the case, he did genuinely enjoy her company, and a single pang of regret shot through him, as he knew he’d soon have to leave.

He patted the couch, inviting her to sit beside him. He set the beer down, so both his arms were free to grab her as she attempted to sit where indicated, but ultimately landing in his lap. His big Cheshire cat grin crossed his face. His left arm held her upright and close to him, while the right hand began drifting down, eventually exploring her legs. His mouth descended upon her lips, kissing her in an obvious lust.

 

[poohlive]

"It was good," he lied, smiling at her, playing with the drink in his hand. He had spent nearly all day in his room, looking, pondering, trying to figure it out. Nothing came to him, nothing made sense anymore. It was as if each time he answered one question, three more would pop up in its place. He could not go forward with what he had.

He'd been so close, at one point. At least, he thought so. And now...

Now he was just lost in his own circles, desperately trying to find someone who had probably already left.

"The motel is running fine. I got a lot of reading done," He tried not to think of the endless books he had gone through, government agents writing books, fictional serial killers, declassified profiles. Anything he could get his hands on, all of it swimming inside his head.

"Do you know what though? I just want to relax. I say, we get a nice bottle of win, and then drive out to fisherman's warf."

Why had he said that? Trevor paused for a moment, he had meant to say go back to his place, but his mind had wandered again, spring upon them, and the warf staring at him so blankly in the face, laughing at his vain attempts.

"It would be beautiful to watch the sunset from there. The shops are opening up, we don't need to go fishing, just enjoy the place. Would you like that?"

 

[redbaron05]

Taking the call from Det Hallenbeck Jerry leaves the station and heads to the scene by the time he arrives the CSI team and Crime Scene Photographer were on scene. Jerry asked if there were any witnesses none just the elderly lady from next door who had called reporting the odor. After the bodies are hauled away and the evidence collected Jerry decides to call it a day.

Checking his cell and seeing he has one missed call from Serenity. Jerry decides to suprise her driving to a small bar b que restraunt he knows he picks up a couple of bar b que plates and drives to her apartment building parking he gets out and goes in and rings the buzzer with her apt number on it and waits for her to answer.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica choked on her wine, losing her composure for the first time. She of course knew that Trevor had no clue about why she’d not wish to go up there, but still it was a surprise that he’d mentioned it. She waved off any assistance he made toward her and took another drink of wine. “Sorry. Breathed wrong,” she whispered through a sore throat.

“That sounds pleasant. I’m sure heading back to the shop isn’t your idea of excitement either.” She smiled softly and stood up, knowing he’d handle the bill, it was after all his job. She was capable of handling the bill herself, but she wasn’t about to let any man pinch off of her and Trevor knew this and though it wasn’t a given she sensed that if he ever tried to live off her income he’d be in the gutter where she found him, not that she really had found him in a gutter.

She wasn’t sure how they had come to where they were now. She’d been watching him come into the museum and he seemed interested in her, she at first thought that maybe it was low life scum of the streets trying to mix with the upper class, but in time she found he was simply interested in her and she found that refreshing and useful.

“You want to hail a cab or go back to the shop and grab my car?” she asked. The walk to the shop would be short, but she’d leave it up to him, after all it was his money, not hers. She looped her arm through his and waited patiently. She was a little excited at going out to the Wharf, she’d not been there in a long time and she was finding herself a bit thrilled over being there again.

 

[poohlive]

Her car would be fine.


The Wharf looked completely different than it did back in January. There was an air about it that had not been there. If Trevor wanted to call it anything, he would say life had been breathed into the place. No longer a frozen white winter palace of death and cold, this had become a beacon for some tourists and locals looking for a good time.

They strolled through the main walk, seeing the different buildings and stores open. A few tackle and bait shops, some restaurants, an arcade filled with screaming brats emptying their parents money into machines, and a boat rental place further out.

Some of the places weren't open yet. They held up signs, promosing to be up and running in a few weeks time. These people had vacation houses in Florida, locking up their place of business here, only to come back when things were in full swing.

Trevor got them both some ice cream, suggesting they go down to the shore. Behind the catwalk, he could see it. The single spot that had been affecting him for so long.

He did not go there, however. Instead he went towards the nearest tree... only 20 yards or so away from the murder spot. Under it, he laid out a small blanket he'd boughten, and sat down on it.

"This place is beautiful this time of year," He said, licking at his ice cream, his eyes never on the scenery before him though. They bounced from her, to the spot behind them, and back to her.

He didn't know why, but his skin was crawling in gooseflesh.

 

[southern_pixie]

"oh Bruce" was the only thing she could say as his lips crushed against hers.

All her troubles melted away, she was safe and happy in his arms, although she knew in the back of her subconcious this would never last she was just happy he was here with her now.

She pushed her body against his, she would be good for Bruce, she was what he needed it was just he didnt see it.

 

[sharingfantasies]

When Serenity looked through the peephole to her door she was surprised to see Jerry standing outside. Opening the door, she smiled and put out her hand, tugging him into the apartment. He showed her the plates of food and they settled down to eat, both of them appreciating the tangy sauce. After dinner they settled in on the couch, and told each other about their days. When he told Serenity about the newest body, she was dismayed.

Her eyes troubled, she asked a few questions but mostly sat quietly while he told her what he could. She knew that he couldn't go into a lot of details on the cases he worked, but she appreciated that the shared what he could with her. Serenity had known wives of other officers and had noticed that husbands that gave their wives a little knowledge seemed to have better relationships than those couples where the officer did not discuss work at all. Serenity was glad Jerry shared some details, it made her feel closer to him. When the first started dating that was one of the largest concerns she had about seeing a cop, the gaps in communication between them. But he had been really good about trusting her to keep what little he told her, between them.

As a comfortable silence fell between them, she leaned against his chest, both of them with their eyes on the news but really more focused on each other. Tilting her head back she whispered soft, "Thank you for sharing as much as do about your life, I do know how rare that is." Leaning up she kissed him softly, then settled back to watch the rest of the news.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha and Marc

Samantha leaned against him and survey the chaos. “Oh it will be I’m sure. Boxes and paper and whatnots,” she said with a smile. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can’t believe we did all that in one day.”

Her smile was genuine. Their wasn’t a lot of furniture that they had to move. Her dresser as well as a few antique pieces that her parents had given her, but all in all it was more personal things. Clothing. Pictures. Figurines. DVD’s. Books, which there were a lot of those.

She kissed his lips and ran her tongue over his teeth. “I’ll tell you what you have a choice. Yep, already giving orders.” She winked and grinned wider. “I’ll empty a few boxes and arrange a few things, if you’ll either order dinner in or make it.”

Knowing full well he’d leave her to arrange the house, she turned away without a word and chuckled as she heard his laughter fill the room. It wasn’t long before she had the boxes opened and many memories of her youth on display. There were no memories on display of her dissolved marriage, she had rid herself of them long ago and with Marc’s help she’d managed to rid herself of her ex’s mental images as well.

When he returned to her side, carrying a piping hot pizza she realized she hadn’t even heard the delivery man arrive and leave. She rose up and joined him on the couch after pushing away crumbled papers and empty boxes.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica

Angelica’s pulse raced as they walked around the wharf. Her memory growing richer by the minute. The smell of the water blended in her mind with the smell of the blood. She remembered how he screamed. She remembered how he felt in her hands. His body had been so warm and yet they had found him cold.

When Trevor stopped and set up a blanket for them she looked briefly at the place where she’d left Marty. She shivered and rubbed her arms. It felt different to be here. It felt right. She’d never returned to the scene before. She’d always been careful to avoid it like the plague, but now. . .now she was here just like Trevor. She was just a chic on a blanket with her boyfriend. How normal was that?

She scooted over and laid her head on his shoulder. “This was where they found that body wasn’t it?” she asked. She looked up at him. “I remember reading it in the paper. That killer. . . wasn’t this the place where the football player was found.”

She turned in his arms. “Kinda sick if you think about it. Isn’t it? I mean. . .what if the killer had sat under this tree and fucked the guy first?”

There was something different happening to her and she could feel it. This was her place and no one else deserved to have memories there, only her. “Trevor,” she whispered against his ear. “I don’t know why, but I feel kinda naughty.” Her fingers ran down his chest. “Let’s be bad Trevor. I’ve always been a good kid, an upclass citizen. . . when the sun goes down and it is just you and me. . .Let’s be naughty.”

Her mouth moved over his neck and she sucked softly. She hadn’t bedded a man and not felt his blood flow freely in so long she wondered if she could even climax without that rush, but Trevor was her alibi for the future so she had to give him what every man wanted, herself.