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Bloodstains were nearly impossible to clean. That’s why they usually didn’t try. Instead, whenever they found themselves covered in someone else’s blood after a feeding they stripped down to the skin and burned their clothes. They traveled light, never carrying more than what fit in their backpacks, and they never stayed in one place longer than a week, until then.
They had been there a month before Sully found them.
He had been looking for her. He wanted to consume her, scalp her, and add her hair to the sick artifact he carried in his duffel bag. She wanted to say that she refused to become his victim, but she hadn’t been strong enough to fight him alone.
Thankfully, Lee saved her life.
He had strangled the old man with a plastic bag, yanking him off of Maren and fighting him down as Sully fought against him like a wild animal. She had to help Lee or Sully would’ve killed him. So she took the knife Sully had dropped and she drove it into his heart.
Funnily enough, using a weapon to end a life was harder than using just her body alone. She had to shove her entire weight into the hilt of the knife before it would crunch through the bone, yet, he was still fighting, albeit weaker as he lost more and more blood, and she and Lee dragged him into the bathroom.
Neither of them truly wished to consume Sully, but they had to. They couldn’t move or hide his body without risk of losing all that they had there. So they tore into him and they ate him. Bones and all.
It was in the aftermath, when Maren was sitting there on the cold tile staring at the remnants of Sully that she allowed herself to comprehend what had happened. The bloody shreds of the old man’s clothes laid in a puddle of viscera at the bottom of the tub, and she surprised herself at the melancholy that she felt after killing him.
There wasn’t any joy to it, but she did feel a special type of relief. It was over. Sully was dead. He wouldn’t be a danger to them any more.
She looked up as Lee finally climbed out of the tub, the scraps of Sully that still clung to him tumbled down his lithe frame. He stumbled a few steps, before her hands were on him as she stood to meet him, holding him steady.
Lee looked pallid, the look someone got when they realized they had just been moments away from death. Fear struck her when she was reminded of the flash of the knife and soon her hands were moving. In the search for any mortal wounds he may be hiding, they smoothed over Lee's chest, then his sides, before slipping up to his neck and jaw to hold his face as she looked him over.
He looked back at her and she realized she couldn’t tell where Sully’s blood ended and theirs started. She felt her lip quiver, her thumbs smoothing over his cheeks, smearing the dark substance there, and she could only stare at him.
“I’m okay.” He said finally, breaking the silence, and, in turn, she felt something hard break in her chest. “I’m okay.” He repeated, reassuring her, but still she sobbed.
Her shaking hands fell to his shoulders, fingers curling into the blood soaked shirt he wore. He wrapped his arms around her body in a tight embrace, holding her against him so firmly she could feel his heartbeat through her head.
In that one moment, Maren realized that she didn’t wish to live without him. The thought that the grizzly old man, who now laid in tiny pieces in the bathtub and in their teeth, could have taken him from her made her sick.
Lee buried his face in her thick curls, his hands fitting against her back and sides before he looked at her again. She had been the one with a knife to her throat. She had been a hair away from death. She could see it in Lee’s eyes. He didn’t want to lose her either.
She had never seen Lee cry, not since she had known him, but he was crying now as he looked at her and now his hands came up to guide her face to his. He kissed her. It was the first time he had done that. Soft. Warm. Bloody.
She broke away first, touching her nose to his. “We should clean up.” She said, but her arms were slipping around his neck and his hands were holding her waist, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh there. “You taste like blood.”
“I'm not the only one.” His forehead was resting against hers.
They weren't running. There was no need to run. No one would come looking for Sully. It meant that this place would be theirs for at least a little while longer yet. This place they had stolen for themselves from the dead.
Lee lifted his head first and she felt him unbutton her shirt before pushing it down off of her body, his dark eyes looked at her but he didn’t seem to even give a thought to the fact that he was undressing her. It was the first time he did. Today was apparently filled with firsts, as he dropped the shirt and went to open the belt on her shorts before pushing them down along with her underwear.
“We have to burn this stuff.” He said and she nodded, her hands drifting down the collar of his shirt before she pushed the fabric up and over his head, dropping to the floor next. He lazily took off his own undershirt, letting it fall from his hand before he touched her again and she looked at him. Her hands resting on his bare chest, her fingers drifting down and tracing his nipple before she leaned forward to kiss his collarbone.
"Now?” She asked him softly and he slipped his arms around her, unclasping her bra and dropping that into the growing pile of clothes to be burned.
“Later.” He responded, dropping his hands down to trace the width of her hips and plush ass before he lifted her and turned to set her down on the sink counter. She now sat at eye level to him and he kissed her again, her hands were on his waist now and she slipped her hand between his legs to cup his groin.
He was hard and her stomach was warm. He groaned when she squeezed him through his jeans before he finished opening his pants and she helped him push them down so they fell around his ankles. They were still bloody. Wet and sticky. It was a natural state to them. Creatures born in blood. Bathed in it.
Maren’s eyes were on Lee’s face when he lifts her legs up and tucks them around his waist, his hands grasping her soft thighs, bringing her forward on the edge of the counter. She leaned back and shifted her hips forward, wrapping her arms around his neck before she asked the question that was on her mind.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
They came together again with a warm kiss. Her hand found its way back towards his groin, and she wrapped her fingers around his warm dick. She was surprised by the way it felt in her hand and she felt the way he followed her lead to press the head of his shaft against her curls. His breath grew heavier and she felt feverish, looking at him and rubbing his cock along her labia, feeling him slip briefly inside.
Lee sinks his fingers into her waist and brings himself towards her, closing the distance to sink inside of her, gaining a gasp from her as she winced and arched herself towards him. With her mouth open, he took the opportunity to kiss her again and their tongues came together, distracting her from the jolt of pain that came from him pushing inside of her.
Lee took his time with her, kissing her as he rocked his hips and she rolled hers against the movement, falling into a semi awkward rhythm that picked up pace as the seconds passed. She groaned into his mouth, her hands finding their way to his shoulders to hold onto him firmly, moving her hips faster to meet every firm thrust. His fingers were on her clit, circling the bud and flicking with each thrust, sending sparks through her as he worked to bring her to orgasm.
Maren’s orgasm rose within her as Lee’s cock chased those sparks of pleasure he found within her hard and fast, probably noticing the way her voice rose as his fingers pinched her clit with a focused amount of pressure. She tucked her face against the side of Lee’s neck, embracing him tightly, steadying herself as she was fucked by him. That shuddering, bright feeling rising inside of her to a peak before she tumbled over it and fell into the first shared orgasm she’s had with another person.
She shuddered, her stomach tight and thighs flexing. She grasped onto him, sucking on the hot skin beneath her lips and moaning against the pulse of blood beneath the skin. She could taste him, his sweat, his… body. She closed her teeth down around the sweet flesh before Lee stopped her, a hand on her curls, tugging her head backwards so they looked at each other.
“No biting.” He scolded her, though he looked amused by the attempt and she laughed, breathless. Her arms resting on his shoulders, rolling her hips and tightening her legs around his waist, squeezing around his shaft.
“Did you…?”
“Yeah.”
Maren guessed that she did feel an odd sort of warmth within her that trickled from her when Lee removed himself from her, and she tried squeezing herself around the feeling. She looked at him, lowering her legs and pressing her thighs together, her hands still resting on his shoulders. She moved to hold his face, drifting her thumb over his jawline before she gave him another kiss, slow and sensual before she broke away.
“We should be more careful.”
Their noses touched.
“Next time we will.”
Next time… of course there would be a next time.
“Good.”
For a moment they stayed there, stripped bare, embracing each other before they decided it was time to move. They both knew that the longer they left blood to dry the harder it was to clean, so they began moving again. Like a fine tuned machine, the two of them worked together to shove their stained clothes and the remnants of Sully into his duffel. They removed the stash of cash Sully kept hidden there and left his sick artifact with the rest of the trash.
Maren went into the kitchen to fill a mop bucket with bleach and hot water before she began scrubbing the floors of the bedroom and bathroom clean of blood. While Lee pulled on a robe and went out back to start a fire, she sopped up the bloody mess Sully’s failed attempt at murdering her left had left behind. A sort of numb feeling setting over her, separating herself from the idea that she had almost been killed and instead scrubbing the wood and tile floors clean.
There was no threat now. All that was left was the pink tinted water she poured into the tub, but even that was washed away, taking the last of the old man down the drain.
The smell of bleach was strong, but she knew it wouldn’t last as she put away the bucket and cleaning supplies back beneath the kitchen sink.
She heard Lee’s footsteps before she saw him and she turned to face him when he stepped inside of the kitchen from the back door. He looked her up and down and she soon realized that she was still naked before she walked out of the room and returned in a coat that was long enough to cover her decently.
“I didn’t want to put something on before I showered.” She explained herself and he was leaning against the fridge now as he waited on her.
“I wasn’t complaining.” He replied with slight smile and she rolled her eyes.
“Come on. Let’s finish this.”
He stood up straight and dipped down to lift the duffel bag from the floor, carrying it out the back door with him and she followed behind.
The bag and everything in it had to burn, everything that was left of Sully and the evidence of his murders. No one would remember Sully, and she wished that she could say that his victims would rest in peace now knowing he'd never kill again, but it felt wrong.
Lee lifted the bloody bag up before he dropped it into the flames that had made their home in the mouth of the steel trashcan, reaching into his pocket and handing over the bottle of lighter fluid to Maren. She took it and squeezed it over the can until it was empty before dropping the bottle there too, staring into the flickering warmth of the crackling fire.
Her now empty hand found its way to Lee’s, or maybe it was the other way around. Their fingers intertwining before squeezing. Maren sinking against Lee’s side, her head resting against his arm, and she felt his face against the crown of her head.
She knew that they could never stop eating, but they weren’t Sully. They didn’t murder for the fun of it. The people they killed weren’t missed. Not like the girls Sully killed. The two of them kept trinkets like books and clothes, not sick mementos like his. This is what they tried to convince themselves. They ate to survive. They ate because they wanted to live.
She understood that now. She had once wanted to live to find her mother and then her father, but now she wished to live for herself. She had to live because Lee needed her just as much as she needed him.