Serial Lovers

Warning lots of violence. Not for the weak at stomach.

Serial Lovers

Who am I? I’m Scott Warner. A serial killer. Have you ever walked alone or felt someone watching you, that was probably me. I hunt my prey. I learn my victims before I capture them. I'm on a hunt right now. I've been following him around for 2 weeks. I can predict his every move. You all really need to change up your routine. You make it too easy.

I fucked up. I let myself fall for him. i had all intent to torture this man until his heart stopped with him blood all around him but instead I got lost in his blue eyes. Thinking about how he had just enough hair to pull and tug on. I might be able to torture him with pleasure making it Something we both can enjoy.

“Let’s turn this into a date” Scott said slightly louder than a whisper. He likes men. I found that out the last time I observed him. Would I catch his attention? He thought to himself. Roger was almost to the elevator. Scott was able to see through the big open windows in the hall on the third floor. This man walking toward him will either be my 15th victim or my first lover.

He walked closer. Scott smiled “How are you?

“Doing great”, Roger replied,” it’s even better now. The feminine aura comes out of him.

Scott smiled. “Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

“Yes sir lets go”

“I’ll drive,” Scott pointed at his truck.

Ok, cool. Roger walked in the direction with Scott

After being seated at the restaurant, we ordered our meal and drinks. A few minutes into the conversation, Scott had a feeling he had never felt before. He was drawn to him in a way he can't explain. He has never felt the possibility of having the potential for love with anyone else. Following through with this murder may be impossible. I walked out of the restaurant before him and got in my truck. He started walking across the road. This is my chance to hit him, break him enough where he can't move, maybe it will paralyze him. Then I can throw him in my truck and finish him off later.

Oh I cant he argued with himself. He put the truck in drive and stopped, almost hitting him. Roger gracefully jumped out of the way. He continued to walk to the passenger side while I admired his beautiful ass. He got in my truck again. He was the only living being other than me that has sat in my truck. If only he knew he was number 15 on my to kill list. I can’t do it. Maybe it's because he is what I always wanted to be. He's the good to my evil, he's my complete opposite. The guy I always wanted to be.

Roger Zaleski, That soft brown hair, medium build, fit body, those get lost in his ocean blue eyes. I'm fantasizing about him and I wasn't having thoughts of killing him. It was thoughts of all places i could fuck him. The things I could do to give him torturious pleasure that will bring him to his knees. I go into his work and wait for him. Roger is a makeup artist at JC Penny. He does great work making all his clients look beautiful. I watched him as each client praised him. It was satisfying to see. I'm too lost in him to worry about anything else, I'm gonna have to tell him I'm a serial killer that fell in love with him.

Rogers shift was over. He walked over to me “You know what, I knew you were watching me for weeks before we started talking. I knew it and I liked it. I don't know what you want from me. Just know that I'm not stupid. His feminine aura turned firm, tough and a little scary. This was a part of him he hadn't seen. It was kinda hot. How did he know I was watching him? I'm good at what I do and I have never gotten caught. I stood up, pulled him close and told him the truth “I was gonna kill you, my love” He didn't run. His face didn't grimace at all. Somehow, he already knew. This turned into an awkward silence and stares.

“I’m not scared of you.” Said Roger

“Your not” said Scott

“I don’t even care about how many people you killed. I wanted you to follow me. I wanted you to think my routine was simple. I played you Scott.” Said Roger with a smirk

“Oh really?” Scott replied

“I watched you kill your last victim. I'm not scared but next time, I wanna help.” Said Roger

They walk outside both ok with the secrets that were brought to light. Both feeling like they found their soulmate. Scott thought it was the good in Roger he liked but instead it was that his soul was as dark as his. He had never killed or acted out his murderous thoughts. I can teach him.

The next day they found a man at the coffee shop. They both agreed was the next victim. They followed him through town for three weeks and waited for the right time. This guy was a douche bag. He owned a strip club that gave him access to a different woman in his bed every night. Scott and Roger knew that this place was where they would capture him. They walked into the club, neon lights shining, half naked women dancing on poles and a bartender that was just as wasted as the clientele.

They watched and enjoyed the fun until it was time to grab Jacob. He was preying on his next victim too. He was talking to a skinny blonde who was wasted. Easy target for him. Jacob and the blonde walk out the back door to the alley. Scott and Roger followed. Jacob didn't waste any time lifting up her dress and unbuttoning his pants. Scott pulled Jacob off of her. Roger walked the blonde back inside. Scott took the scalpel pressing it against Jacob's carotid artery. About to slice his neck but Roger was back he stepped up close, “ Can I do it?” Jacob slowly bled out where the blade cut in a little.

Scott, proud and in love, handed over the blade. He watched as Rogers held the stainless steel blade in his hand. The aggressive force sliced his neck. Blood poured out as they kissed each other. Jacob's body turned limb and lifeless between them. His body felt like a statue that was too heavy to hold, turning to dead weight. They dropped his body in the alley. Not caring if they were seen.

They were so turned on by the kill they could have made love right there in that alley, rolling around in Jacobs blood but They ended up in a hotel a few blocks down. They made love for the first time. The next morning Roger turned on the television. The news was talking about a dead body in the alley. There was a surveillance camera nearby that captured Scott.

Roger was lucky enough to be out of view. A picture of Scott was shown on the screen and panic poured into his body. “SCOTT!” he yelled we gotta leave now. Scott nodded. They put their clothes on from last night. Wrote out their plans on paper. Then rushed out of the hotel leaving in different directions but both headed to the Mexico border.

Nobody knew that Scott was in love with Roger. So when they got caught at the border by US marshals they were only looking for one man. Scott was lying on the ground alone and helpless. Suffering for a few minutes before he died. Roger was higher up watching. Roger was angry that his lover was dead. He looked into the scope of his gun. Aimed directly at each man who was celebrating a victory as he mourned. He memorized the last name on each of the men's uniforms. All of them pulled that trigger and all of them will die.

He only killed one person and he was around when Scott killed a few of his victims. He taught him all the ways to get rid of the body and all the ways to kill. He felt confident that he can do this on his own. A broken heart and hole in his soul, A switch in his mind took over, something he has never felt before. A smile grew across his face ready for a bloody revenge.

He whispered to himself, “ I’m gonna let each of you go now but I will hunt every one of you down and torture you all.” That was a promise. He stood up, gun in hand and walked away.

Roger researched the name of everyone that day. Killing them will be the only way to prove how much he loved Scott. Revenge will feel so great and when I whisper Scott’s name in the ears of all of them, it will be so satisfying. They will know the mistake they made taking away my best friend, my soulmate, Rogers fisted up his hand in so much anger,

He thought of a plan to kill the first guy. He wanted to write it down but didn’t want evidence laying around. I have learned a thing or two. One, do not leave a dead body. Two, don't leave a paper trail. He thought to himself. That was how they were able to track Scott. He left a paper trail when we left in a hurry. That hotel manager found it and tipped off the investigators. He should also be on the” to kill list”, Roger realizes as he adds another name. Now it was time for Roger to become the monster he was always inside.