The Horror of Our Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story based on the song The Horror of Our Love by Ludo. He gets the credit for the title and the lyrics, I get the credit for the writing.
Made in request of a YouTube user, ThirtyThousandMiles, who wanted a book about this song. I volunteered.
With my special thanks to my darling Le Dunhamnator for creating le Epic name and doing le Epic editing!
I love you ^-^

Chapter 1 (v.1) - I'm A Killer, Cold And Wrathful

Submitted: June 16, 2012

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I'm a killer, cold and wrathful.

Good morning. Yes, to me this is morning. It’s where I wake up. This is the best time to start working if you’re into my business. It’s hard work, but it has a satisfying feeling once it’s all finished. The feeling of doing something right. And you need to do it right in my business, if you don’t want it to come back. To be honest, the cleaning is the worst part. It takes long and it’s exhausting. But it’s what I do. And I love it. I need it. I eat it.

This is the kind of night I love. Dark. Nothing but the moon to light the world around me, nothing but my lust to drive me. The scent of the night makes me feel alive. A crooked smile appears on my face as I walk along the silver lit path. My black leather coat flows in the wind and my dark hair flies out of my face, revealing the bright yellow eyes that were once hiding behind it. This was going to be a good night. I could tell. Passing humans, startled from my dark appearance, walk around me like I am a monster. Wise choice. But they are not what I am after tonight. They are mere background to me. My prey is something more than a petty human. What I am after is the nightmare of every living thing. Even its very own. Now it will have to die. As simple as that. Not just for its own sake, it’s for mine too. It kills without mercy and without preference. And it slaughters my prey. It is an ancient Japanese ghost that somehow got stuck here. At least, that’s what he calls himself. An onryou. A ghost that has returned to the physical world and is now seeking vengeance. Of course I did my research on it. It appears to get stronger in death. Even though it is impossible to come back from the dead, one can influence life from the Land of the Dead, or Yomi as he calls it. It seeks revenge and will not go away until it has accomplished this goal. Interesting, isn’t it?

The last few humans pass through the small park as I decide to sit on a bench. I have an appointment with the onryou, and he is never late. I feel the cold air drift into my lungs. Ghosts. I’ve never killed a ghost before. But how do you kill something that’s already dead? This should be fun. All of a sudden, there is a man in front of me, all dressed in white and surrounded by silver moonlight.

“So, we finally meet.” I grin at the man who seems surprisingly solid and alive.

“So we do.” A hollow voice answers me.

“Forgive my rudeness,” I apologize, still smiling widely, “Dean Keroth. Pleased to meet you.” The man seems surprised by my politeness. He takes a few moments before he finally realizes that I do not intent to kill him right away. He takes a bow towards me and introduces himself.
“Sadako Aoyama. Pleased to meet you too.” He seems a little uncomfortable. Has my appearance shocked him? I do that to a lot of people. But he is dead, he shouldn’t worry about that. I look at him a bit closer, seeing his face is pale with parts of blue and his long, black hair is a mess. The indigo stains make him look even more petrified. Why is he so tense? He killed dozens of my prey by now. I would have taken him on sooner if I had the time. But only now is it time to kill him. I don’t care if he’s dead. I am hungry.

There is just one thing I am curious about. One thing I want to know about him. Not how to kill him, that’s mine to figure out.

“What is it you seek vengeance for?” I ask him, almost sounding impossible to ignore the question. Fortunately he answers, with a smile.

“I was killed. Brutally. The man who took my wife from me stabbed me three times in the chest. I bled until I died and my wife was gone.” His smirk seems amused, as if he forced himself to like thinking about it.

“You seek revenge on the man that killed you. Interesting.” A wide smile on my face is not able to hide itself behind the collar of my leather coat.

“Then I’ll make sure you won’t come back for me.” I smile almost warmly. Not that that is possible on my coldblooded face. Slowly I reach for the silver bladed katana that I carry around at all times. Not to protect myself. No, I like blades.

Apparently the sight of it does not make him that happy. The smirk on his face vanishes like snow before my katana.

“You know I’m not that easy to kill. I am dead!” The man yells at me, looking angry as he knows I want to figure out how.

“I did my research. It is not known what the origin is of onryou, neither is the way to kill one known. Merely how to drive it away. But that’s not good enough for me. I will kill you. I will drain whatever blood is left in your veins, even if I have to slice open every last part of your body.” Those words obviously upset him. I can tell by his expression that his killing intent is increasing with every word I say. Good. With a quick movement of my hand I slice his chest. But he just heals. The slashes of my sword are not effective towards the ghost’s powers. He has unimaginable strength, compared to a human. But then again, so do I. It is nice to fight against someone of your own caliber for once. Humans get so… boring. I was right. This is fun.

There is definitely some blood left in him. When I cut his chest, streaks of velvet red dripped from the cut and from my blade too. But still he stands. The power of a ghost, it is fascinating. Could it be limited? Could it be as free as the sharks, lurking for prey in the ocean deep? I’ll never know. Maybe if I cut of his head, he will die. Normal people die like that, and since he has a body he might too. My blade cuts through the air, until I reach his neck. Within a moment, his head falls to the ground. Scarlet blood pouring out of the gaping hole, soaking the once so white clothing and dropping to the ground. But I am not convinced. This was too easy. And I was right. The head screamed in pain when I cut it, but hasn’t stopped. I did not kill it yet. Then one moment a thought rushes through my head. He was stabbed when he died. With all the speed I have in me I thrust my silver katana right through his ribcage. I love the sharpness of my katana. Swiftly, I pull it back again and lick the blade. I am so hungry… So very hungry.


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