2. Preys & Predators; The Obligations Ratings Mature

The Obligations

The Detective

'If there was a word to describe me, it was madness. I am a simple person, lived with an aging mother and have stray cats for pet, without a love for over ten years, humped without knowing why I even bend my back but I did, and then I was mad to pursue a career in enforcement. I am one of the pathetic souls in the this world of investigative nature with the badge to protect me. If I die on the job, I get a mention in the obituary for free with an ex-gratis package for my cats. Or more, a round of drinks from my Commissioner for having not bothered him with more weird tales of mine.

Well, he would not missed this one.

I had her followed for days, armed with my long range lens, I had taken images of this elusive lady who by day was the housewife of a banker and by night, going batty with her wings. Her husband was no better, most nights he was missing too.

Weird? The question should be mooted to me was how I came to know this.

It helped when you are the member of the pack. We, the Lycan tend to be close knitted, what more we only meet once a full moon. I was the member of the Tiberius Clan, of late we lost two members to this lady and her husband who had them removed with extreme actions. From the pack, I was give the solitary assignment. I was the one to do the reversed deed.

Marla Dietrich, you would be be one dead bitch soon. So would your husband Alex.

It was evening, I walked up to the doorstep and rang the bell. I knew she was in as her car was in the porch. There was no answer. I rang again. On my third attempt, she opened it. The loud music was blaring from the inside.

"Carla, please come in. I did not hear the bell earlier." It was my hostess, the bitch I was to kill tonight. I handed her the vintage wine I had brought.

"I got it from a friend, who got it from a friend." We laughed while she took the bottle. She was dressed to kill; strapless red silky gown with the short hem line that cling to her body like web. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips; leaving her cherry red marks there with my hazel read shades. She pulled me in to see the guests. When I was walking in, I removed my fur sabine coat to reveal my own killer dress of dark leather single corset piece with matching tight shorts and garters holding up the long netting over my legs. The guests all placed a pause on their movements when I flowed past them, while pleasantries were exchanged.

"Darling Carla, you are a killer in that." Marla cooed to my ears as she handed to me my cocktail. "I like the way the corset bunched up your chest."

"Its what beneath that would intrigue you more." With that invitation, Marla laid a peck on my upper bosom, drawing a red shade of 'o' on the flesh. She had been hitting hard on me since we met two weeks back in the club downtown. I had declined her invitations thrice since then, citing other 'bloody commitments'. She was amused and pressed me on to come over to her place. That night I took on her offer; a tempting one with a lasting effect.

"Where' Alex?" I moved the subject before we get too involved. Marla looked to me and smiled.

"He's around. I hardly noticed him during such parties. Them harpies," Marla terms for her leeches friends; she said so herself that they come invited or non, regardless. "They come for a stake on anything at my party. More so by him. We are so...."

"Liberal. Ain't we all?" I added to her statement. She then led me to meet some of her new guests; two couples who had just moved into our neighborhood. I can't recalled their names, but they looked ravishing. Young married and so innocent to the new world. I must had been appealing as one of them was onto me, much to the agitation of Marla.

"Yes, Jessie. I am a journalist, mostly part-time now." It was my cover for the case. I used to covered conflict news but of late, I was into the society pages." Jessie was a blonde; below six feet and shaped like a time bottle filled with silicone gels. How did I know? Silicone gels hardens under my touch.

"I saw your coat. Can I feel the fur please?" Jessie was impressive with her overtures, as her light fingers ran up my left wrist towards my elbow. I let her lead the way to the coat closet where Marla had surprisingly hung it there. The coat closet was built like a rom with the racks on both sides but with enough room for two to stand in. I turned on the dim light and found my coat at the rear end of the rod. I walked in to get it and then was when Jessie had stepped in closing the closet door. I turned my back to see her reaching for the zip on her green satin mini dress. The dress had to be peeled off her body which I assisted in slow caress of the flesh.

I had to try on the coat on my body." Jessie took the fur coat from me to put it on. She looked to the mirror on the door and posed herself with it. "Do you think I looked sexy in it?"

I was standing behind her, and had reached my hands to the back of her neck. I parted her shoulder length hair and nibbled there. She leaned back while her expression reveal her delight on being nibbled. The coat fell opened to reveal her frontal nude body with her lower limbs spreading out. I snaked my hand down to her navel and then probed her ever slightly on the slitted opening. She moaned on my touch while he hands reached to the rear to pressed me to her. I administered my touches on her ever deeper with varied moves, causing her to shuddered in pleasure. Her body slumped back against me on her release and then she turned over to looked at me. Without words, she lowered herself down to her knees and unzipped my shorts. She pulled them off down the thighs towards the flooring while her tongue lashed out at me. I reached down with my right hand to part myself for her, letting her probed in deep into me. She did the moves on me while I moved my hands upwards to cup my own bosom. I was taken aback by her probing and had to used my hands to hold her head. My fingers dug into her blonde hair and ruffled them like I did with my cats. On my final release, I clasped her tight towards me. It was so tight that she would never need to wake up again.

I lowered her down to the flooring and covered her with the fur coat. Anyone coming in would had assumed she was asleep here. After I had dressed up, I hung Jessie' dress before stepping out of the closet room. The lights in the room seemed to had darkened but with my enhanced vision, I could see the effects it had on the guests. I spied Jessie' counterpart was well immersed with the other couple in twisted limbs, but my focus was on Marla. I caught her scent on the stairs to the upper level. I took my careful steps to mount the stairs and then focused on the four doors upstairs. I stopped at each one and laid my senses to work. I caught her at the third door and to my surprise, it also included Alex. It was time for me to do my task.

I turned the knob and slowly opened the door.

Inside the room, it was lighted by the single bed side lamp which bathe out the yellow light. There was Alex, Marla and one other guy I had not met. They were all naked and was in an erotic coupling sessions. Alex had evolved into his alter ego, the werewolf form while he was hammering the other man in the doggy position from the side of the bed. His wife, Marla was sprawled on the bed with her legs spread to the man being hammered by her lover, Alex. The unique part of the man was that he was also a werewolf; a young one as his furs were still trimmed and sparse in growth. They had not noticed me yet.

I did not need to be noticed. I would be soon.

I pulled at my corset, with my evolving form, it came off with a rip. My shorts soon followed as I stepped out of the torn stockings. I approached the male werewolf who was obviously close to his release, and pulled him off the young one. I leaned down and took him into my muzzle, extended with my new form. It was a relief as I took it down his extended anatomy to the edge of my throat. I felt the gush of his release as I suckled on it like the teats on my love. Alex had then grabbed my long extended ears with his claws bruising my flesh there. The pain and pleasure were distracting yet it explode in me the feeling of my lust. I reached up to his hind and pulled him towards me, burying the length further in. He exploded more of his own into me, as I swallowed on without hesitation. He was still hard in me, when I bared my fangs. I clamped down hard on him and took the bite off him while my claws on my fingers stabbed him hard into the soft flesh of his waist. The extended claws tore into his kidneys and ruptured the innards. He would not be heard as this room was sound proofed by the couple for their howling performances.

Alex pushed me as he retreated to the other side of the room, with his hands holding onto his near severed phallus with his waistline bleeding profusely. I took no chance and leapt onto the bed to seek the lady, but she had jumped out in time. The young werewolf was lost to the situation saw my claws at his throat.

"Stand guard at the door, young one. You would be spared." The young werewolf had done as I told him. I looked to Marla who had evolved in her moment of lust into the vampire she was, and was beside her lover.

"Both of you are condemned by the Council for terminating members of the Clan." I declared to the two lovers; sanctioned by the Council of Interfaith, they had been allowed to cohabit in peace regardless of their form. It was the peace effort by the Council to reconcile the differences between the Lycan and the blood suckers. It was a good move to quell the war, but this couple had become rogue by the Council decision. They had resorted to killing their own kind. An act of treason denounced by the Council. A charge that only death would be the punishment.

"Carla, or whatever your name was. We are innocent." Marla spoke up. "Alex was told by the Tribe Council to removed the two members. He was acting on order."

"The name is Morales. Whose orders was it?" The female werewolf asked.

"The ....Ancient...One." Alex spoke out weakly. "He told ....me to ....kill them."

Morales the female werewolf stepped up towards the dying werewolf.

"You were a fool." Morales told him. "But I am also under orders. The orders of the higher Council; the Council of Faith."

"I ....forgive you." Alex whispered out. With that Morales buried her claws into his eyes and burst his brain cells. She then looked at Marla who was stunned by the act. She knew that if she run, she would be hunted. She closed her eyes and await her fate. It was then the young wolf came to her aid.

"Senior One, release the vampire. She was not given the order." The young one spoke up. "I am of the new breed, and we do not condone unnecessary killings."

Morales looked to him. He was right; he was the new breed, the mixed of the Lycan and Vampires. She then looked to Marla.

"You are given a reprieved for now. If the Council wills it, I would be back." With that Morales walked to the window. She opened it and jumped out. She had done her role as the Redeemer.

Now was the time for her to go home.

Marla watched the werewolf leave her room, before she stood up. She looked to the dead lover of hers. She felt the hands that held from the rear. She leaned back and smiled, revealing her fangs. Her master would be proud that she had done her task. The werewolves would soon be split with their infighting. Soon her kind would be supreme again. These hybrids would be their slaves or warriors to fight the werewolves once again; born with the qualities of both breeds.

"Yes, Lake. You would be mine, all mine."

The Agent

The diner stopover on the route to Little Rock was a simple rectangle structure converted into seating for twelve with its four tables and the long counter. It was managed by an old immigrant who came in the sixties with enough funds to buy the forty over years establishment. He had added on a gas pump for the weary travelers or truckers who pulled over for their rest. Stravos was his name, built one size too small for his own kins but he had a quick hand in frying burgers and fries. He stood at five feet with a slim look from his teen days, but he lost most of his top hair to the hot sun. His place was opened eighteen hours with his native wife delivered on a family understanding that he would provide for her. Her name was Maria but in the new land, she called herself Mary for the new person. Unlike Stravos, Mary was built with the structure of the mare made to plough the farm lands. Like her new name, Mary wore denims and blouse complete with trainers with the cleavage well defined. Stravos bear with it as long as she brought in the customers when she leaned over to serve the food. They had a boy who helped out at the gas station for food and lodging at the stopover. His name was Peter, and no one cares on his origin as long as he worked hard.

That morning, I had arrived just before dusk and left the car with the boy to filled up. I told him to check the radiator and oil while I settle for a good meal at the next door stopover. I walked up to the diner stopover but my eyes was on the the two cars parked there. One was a blue sedan and the other was a rundown sporters with more mileage done than the whore I met last month. I reached for the door knob to opened it and stepped into Star Gas and Cafe. The smell of the burning cooking oil whiff past my nostril as I stepped in. I saw the long counter was unoccupied while one of the tables was taken up by the two men in suits; poor cutting and probably off the shelf buys. One was older with his frowned face buried on some reports he was reading in his hands. The other was younger and looking bore with his eyes fixed towards the long stretched road to real civilization. They were having coffee and some slices of pastries as only a small part of it was left on the plates.

"Welcome to the SGC. It ain't no Star Gate Center, but we served good food and drinks." That was the lady introducing the place to me. When she mentioned Star Gate, she had reminded me of the TV series sometime back. "Have a meal while you rest your soul."

I took her offer and walked to end of the long counter. I pulled myself up the long stool while the menu was handed to me. I liked the spot as it allowed me to see the whole place including the doorway. The owner strolled up to me and offered his choices but I declined.

"Coffee and a slice of the apple pie, please." I made my order which disappointed him. He was pushing for me to try his roast beef served on the pita with his own home sauce. He was to tell me more when the door opened to admit in the new customer.

"Hello, Deputy. You are here for your coffee?" The Deputy was a young man still having his freckles on the cheeks. He was dressed like most officers of the law; beige shirt with the single stripe long pants and shiny leather shoes. His gun was the Beretta issued to the officers in the county, alongside his cuffs and extra bullets. Like all of them who patrolled the long roads, they have on the leather gloves and dark shades for the Top Gun impression.

"Thank you, Mary. I was on my way back to town." The Deputy scoured the place for anyone he ought to speak to and then decided he would sit by himself at the table furthest from the men in the suits. Mary had her coffee served and then sat herself across the Deputy while looking through her memo of orders. I was to start on the slice of pie when the door opened again. This time it admitted in the young couple; probably college kids on a drive to the wild with their punched up sporters. The boy was dressed in a loose unbuttoned shirt and jeans while the girl was in her exercise bra and dukes shorts.

"Wowee! That was worth the sands and pebbles." The girl smoothe out her hair of the pickup from the ground after their rumble on the dry acrid ground. She then saw me looking and smiled back at me. The boy was rude with his middle finger towards me. I was not surprised that the Deputy spoke up before I did.

"You there." The Deputy stood up. "I need to see your ID."

The young couple looked at the officer and groaned their disappointment. The boy approached the Deputy, and presented his argument.

"All I did was showed him what I did back there." The boy motioned the Deputy to my direction. "Ain't no law to say I can't do that?"

"Your ID please?" The Deputy replied coldly while his right hand was at his gun. A typical stance of a young and eager officer to showed his training out here.

"Officer, no harm done. Let them be." I intervened but was given the lashing by the Deputy.

"Ma'am, I am doing my job. There been some killings lately on the roads, and I intend to checked them all. That includes you." Now the Deputy was showing his influence of the badge. "Now show me your ID."

The boy reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flipped it to show the Deputy the ID, while the girl said she left her bag in the car. The Deputy asked her to get it while he checked the boy's. It was then the two business suit men also got up to leave but the Deputy stopped them.

"You two. Hand over your ID too." Deputy looked at them. Then he looked at me. "I want yours too, mister."

The girl had stepped back with her bag which she extracted her ID. Peter was behind her to hand over my car keys. They were all in there then.

The Deputy standing at the table next to my seat while Mary was still seated looking at the young girl standing just at the table behind her. The boy had joined her with his arms on her back while they leaned against the counter. The two business suit men had stood by the third table with their hands inside the jacket; probably reaching for their wallets. I stood up from my seat and stepped behind it so that I could see Stravos who had stood behind the counter. I had thrown my wallet onto the table for the Deputy. He was offended by my act but he did not speak. He took up mine and flipped it opened.

The FBI badge was well shined by myself every week and it held up the attention of everyone.

"Thank you for coming here, ladies and gentlemen." I looked to each and everyone of them. "Please do not leave. There are sharpshooters out there with a keen eye."

It was then the cars came screeching in; blue sedans with flashing lights on the top bonnet. Officers of the Federal Law Enforcement stepped out and took position with drawn guns.

"My name is Clarice Starling. I am a FBI Special Agent. I welcomed you to the SGC." I looked to the young couple. "Bonnie and Clyde, you called yourself that with your trail of murders and robbery. You could not resist the tip off of an arrested bank robber who told you on his hidden stash."

"Micheal and Sonny Corleone, another namesake. Don't you guys get tired of killing for others. I set the meeting here with the half a million in your bank account. The contact was me and the payout was your arrests."

"Deputy Sam 'Freckled Face' Westin. You left us a trail of rape and murder from three states. You were a failure at the Academy but you could not resist the role play. What was it that tempt you? The uniform or the young girls? Soon you would be doing pole dancing behind bars for some favors. We left words with them of your anal-zing trademarks."

"Peter, my good attendant. Five years on the run and you ended up here. I wondered why, but then I had it figured out. Family ties run deep. Uncle Stravos needed a young man to do the foul deeds when his had long died from drugs. When he could not performed, he likes to see the performance. So your threesome with Aunt Maria on those lonely men who never knew that the climax was the strangulation move. Stravos had one too many in his hey days at Europe and you were to be his apprentice. But we don't export our skills overseas."

By then, the real officers have swarmed in with their guns leveled at the fugitives. It was the Deputy who asked me the silly question.

"How did you know I was to be here?"

"Your modus was simple. Stayed in town for two months while doing the odd drives with the stolen car. We caught onto you then, but we kept the heat off. The Sheriff was cooperative to pulled all patrols along the stretch for you. Your affinity for stopover got us thinking. The Stravos had been under scrutiny for over a month before you turned up. We placed the sting when you stopped here twice last week. The call you heard on the patrol cars on this stretch was to get you off to here."

"I called in the Corleone to do the so called contact here. A million was a lot of money with good exposure. Then we found the pair was in the state too, so we hooked up a informer to spill the beans on the stash. Told them that the clue was in the five o'clock sun at this GPS. We held them off from here with constant survelliance and then this afternoon we took a long cat nap. They fled into the trap."

"Deputy Sam Westin, in between the lessons on pole dancing, try to read understand variation in mode counts for extra points. You may find that useful because you are hole short to used on."

The Killer

I sat there with the lamp shade at the far corner lending its light to the whole library. I held the glass of red wine in my right hand, while my left tapped on the shoulder of my high back arm chair. I was looking at the burnt crisp wood in the fireplace; long extinguish an hour ago. With that gone, the library had become more colder by the minute but I am well insulated in my tailored made suit of the finest cloth that money can buy. Its one thing to die without knowing and to die with your favourite suit on. I heard the steps approaching me from the unlocked door to the library; soft steps in a rubber soled trainers, the usual preference of one who needed to escape fast up committing the act.

I reached over for the bottle and poured myself a refill, and then placed it back on the side table. The person who was in had reached the back of my seat.

"Please do start the fire. Its getting cold." I spoke to the new arrival.

She stepped forth past me towards the fireplace. She leaned over and stoke the ambers before placing in the new log of woods. She then straighten up and smooth her hands on her business suit. Nice outfit; branded three piece complete with the vest in a dark blue shade with the cuts that brought out her figure. Her hands reached up to her hairdo and brushed them back.

"Clarice, its past your bedtime, and I would be honest. Its a concern to me that you are too involved in this serial murder case." I leaned to the side to retrieve the extra glass I had reserved for her. I poured her a full length before offering it to her. She declined my offer while reaching for the mineral bottle on her jacket pocket.

"Surely at 3am in the morning, it would be past your working hours." I still held out the glass to her but she ignored it and took to the seat tangent to mine. It was her favorite when we sit here to looked at the fire doing their nightly dance on the logs.

"I am on the case full time until the killer is caught. Not then, before I am to take a drink." Clarice explained. She leaned forward to reached for her service gun at her rear. She pull out the gun with the holster to placed it on her side. She was one very careful officer of the enforcement; true to her work and careful with her possession.

"I missed you truly." I spoke out in soft tone and hoping it would draw out the feminine traits from her. I saw no expression from her and decided that the red wine would be solace for then. She looked over at me when my eyes were focused on the rim of the glass so that it would not hide her view from me.

"Lecter," She called me by my family name. When she does, it meant she was not pleased with me. "You never missed me. I am your pawn or Queen in your chess moves."

I lowered my glass on her statement. It seems that the years have not mellowed her trust in me. I was her game as she was my prey, but that was i the past. We had gone past that to learned to live together, albeit we do have sex like others do, but we dine together when time permits. I set the table and roast the meat, while she would pop in by the door while removing her enforcement shell to seat herself there. Funny, how a vegetarian could enjoyed a dinner with a cadaver of meat, but we had our common deserts to share. She would tell me her work while I would lament on her late hours. Soon we would sit here, and while she ponders on her reports, I studied her responses. Its when she was asleep, I would placed the hints onto her notes; un rappel affectueux de mes soins pour elle ( a loving reminder of my care for her. ). By dawn on the breakfast table would be her reply with the simple peck on my cheeks.

"Clarice, you are too immersed. For that, I have to forego my casual involvement." I saw her tense up while her right hand slipped to her gun on the seat. "I have taken the liberty of moving myself to the role of the knight. Your white knight."

"I invited the black knight over." I spoke out to her. She glared at me; I loved those eyes, so bright and deep that it showed her true passion for me, but we are too much lovers of the game than to be participants. I flicked on the extended switch next to my seat to reveal the silent guest. He was binded like a young calf to the kitchen chair at the corner. His body unclothed yet his mouth was sealed with the thick tape, while there was a stains of blood on his chin. I had a fire blanket over his lower torso so that he would not too lewd to be seen by her. I find rather handy to have those two items at home. So were the barbed wires, great restraint tool and even crowned him with that. He did named himself the Jesuit Killer with his enactments of the victims scribbled in verses on their torso after he had done with their lives.

"Your Jesuit killer had been kind to accept my invitation. We had our discussion, a simple dinner and then evening drink. He had then obliged me with his confession, and thus my contention to had him restraint as he requested." I raised my glass to the man who was then to be involved in our private tete-a-tete.

Clarice jumped out of her seat and looked at the man, then back to me. She wanted to expressed her view onto me but I interjected in.

"He did not raised much of an objection." I smiled. "He couldn't when after his confession, I had him served his tongue. Its was how we named it as self confession."

Clarice approached the man who was looking for the mercy in his captors. She pulled up the fire blanket and cringe away her looks.

"Oh, he was not repenting his ways, so I had to indulge him to the pain of Hellfire. He was crisp when we touched on the final victim." I smiled on my vile thoughts of what I had seen in some shows nowadays. "I believed the youths like to termed it as a blow job."

Clarice glared to me. I do not think, she had taken too well to my sexual terms.

"I much prefer fellatio as in the more appropriate term, but it was the call of the moment then." I motioned to her back to his lower torso. "If it was that, he would had been missing more than his tongue. Over charred for my taste buds."

Clarice walked back to her seat and picked up the gun left there. She pointed the gun at the binded man. She was to shoot when I intervened.

"I knew I was wrong to subject him to the confession, but must we add more blood to the carpet here." I looked at my investment which would never be recovered. With that Clarice moved her gun point to me, but she hesitated to shoot. If she wanted to, it would had been over ten years ago. I stood up and walked to the wounded self confessed killer.

"Jesuit, you claimed to had cleansed in his name, but your foul deeds are not noted by him, but by us; the minions of the devil. I am the devil incarnate and she," I motioned to Clarice."The beast resides in her. With that I give you the choice."

"Merciful death by me, the devil, or suffered for death to come while in imprisoned with the beasts minions." I gave the killer my persona of the caring doctor expression to him. "The choice is yours."

I read his expression and looked back to Clarice. She saw my expression and turned to walked away. She left the library while I looked back to the killer. He looked so pathetic binded there. I did offered him a chance to redeemed his ways, but he was adamant that he was the messenger. I was being fair to him; a copy cat must be offered a chance to see that copying another was a bad move. He did on mine after the third victim, and then continued on for four more. I disliked those who ventured on my path and then overtake me.

I removed his crown of wires and twisted his neck hard so that the vertebrate cracked. My next step was to dragged him to the basement where my 'dismemberment room' was located. I have to assured you that the prime cut in the humans are its ribs and lung, plus some soft tendons. I was particular at that age for the molars are incapable of mincing tougher meat. I ignored the liver and kidneys for they are already chemically laced with drugs. The small kiln I had built served well as the incinerator. It does warmed the house with its steam pipes.

I heard the front door closed. She would be on her way to continue with her works to pursue the killer. A lady's work would never be completed in one lifetime.