Title: Seek & Destroy Me
Date: 10-07-03
Time Upon Waking: 10.35A
Type of Dream: Injuries, Hetro Sex, Suffication

It had been rumored that he came out after midnight , behind the old junkyard, he would wander around, walking the isles of crap, just to clear his mind and sort out the motivation for his next kill. She was warned not to go, but this overwhelming desire of sensuality came over her every time she thought of him, the only thing she had to go on were printed out drawings from internet sites of those who had claimed to see him. It was also rumored that he was gay and kept his kills within the female population.

She didn't know where the desire came to find him but she embraced the idea of him extincting her life. On this particular eve she decided it was time to put an end to her questions and thoughts of him, she was determined to find out as many facts with her own camera's eye.

It was a little after 2am, she buckled her black platform boots and tightened her long velvet coat around her. Quickly tying her long brown hair into 2 buns and then pinning them securely to the corners her head, she then slipped on her gloves and strapped her camera bag over her shoulder and across the center of her chest.

She walked briskly through the cold winter's night.. melting into the fog that was created by her anxiously warm breath. Maybe it was her death wish that drove the smile that was smeared from one ear to the other. Whatever the case may be she picked up her pace and hooked the right into the yard. Almost immediately she could hear a rustling in the unfamiliar location. Her senses were at their highest peak, she quickly looked from left to right, trying to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from.. then out of nowhere he appeared walking at a moderate pace, taking long drawn out steps, his black gothic cape cascading behind him. He was carrying his lover in his arms and to an unknown location. Both drenched in long black apparel and dark hair with faces that casts out a white beaming blurs. His face peered towards her, their eyes quickly connecting. She couldn't help but feel the warmth from his body, even though way across the yard. She knew he would be back for her so she foolishly waited.

Pressing her back against a tall black laquored light poll she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. Resting her head back she patiently awaited for him to take what she was so graciously offering. Moments had passed and then finally she could feel his cold flesh against her face. He pushed his body into her with all his might. Whispering in her ear he spoke in a language of an unknown origin. Some how her thoughts released them in English.

"You want it, I can feel it and I am now going to take it from you" he said.

Taking the utmost pleasure in his work he wrapped his long white boney but strong fingers around her throat and quickly squeezed as tight as he could, then releasing and violently ripping her camera bag from her and tearing her jacket apart. He closed his own eyes for a moment and felt his way under her shirt. He pushed 2 knuckles securely into her rib cage and then began to push with all his might. She clawed at his back in pain, her moans transferred to muffled screams, For a moment he pulled back and stood staring at her, she shuffled and contemplated on running, but she wanted it, she wanted death or at least sweet pain. He reached down for himself and fumbled with his clothing, not wanting to know of his next move she again tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel his hands around her waist, pawing and ripping down her clothing. He grabbed her body and walked her backwards towards a small pile of dirt. Leaning her back he ripped down the rest of her clothing and proceeded to enter her. Wrapping her legs around his backside she took him inside her. She tried to run her hands with his skin but his arms blocked her motion. Again he regained position and pushed his knuckles back into her rib cage, pushing and pushing as hard as he could. She screamed out in pain and pleasure as he plowed into her both physically and mentally. Never once yelling out for him to stop, only trying to keep consciousness. Her head moved every which way, swaying and falling, so he placed his other hand over her mouth and used that placement to anchor her head onto the dirt behind her. Holding her in place and covering the screams that dripped into his ear... He was starting to have no mercy on her and that obviously made him push his knuckles harder. Her blue green eyes rapidly turned black and thoughts of death danced joyfully through her mind.. the pain was so great she begged and yelled out for him to *just do it!*. Giving one last push you could hear the breaking and splintering of one of the bones in her rib cage, causing her to almost faint, but just before her body went loose she suddenly lost all control, screaming in pleasure and flailing into him. He then released all grips from her but then quickly latched onto her waist to grind into her with all his might, then pushing and pulling his cock from her. She drooped over and held her side in pain and then followed his motion, trying to throw her torso into his, again his body thrusted inside her. He wanted to end this right so he clasped onto her neck with both hands and used it as a harness, to slam her body harder, with each movement what little oxygen she had left vaporized into the air, short scratchy noises dribbled from her lips.. *harder, harder... dooo it.. kill me.. ughh fuck, yess kill me now* she whispered over and over as her vocal cords slowly started to crush. But for some reason, he knew that letting her live would be the best punishment for her...so he released his grip and slipped out of her...*go away now* was all she remembered hearing as her body crashed to the floor, her face smacked against an old rusty metal bumper that would soon break her fall.....later that morning she woke up in her bedroom, under her covers and unaware how she made it back home. The first thing on her mind was getting online and emailing a few of the people who had experiences with him seeing him, as she opened her email box...there was an email with the subject line reading: Until we meet again. She quickly double clicked, there was nothing, no text...could it be ? She hoped soo....but she had no choice but to wait, so night after night, month after month and year after year she always made it a point to take a nightly stroll through the yard, she never did see him again, but every once in a while...she would hear his whispers drift through the air....