Page 113 of King of Hollywood
Pastel-loving-murderous-gremlin baby.
My sweet, bumbling fool.
God, I was obsessed with him.
Barry wriggled in my grip. And I knew then, that Felix had not enthralled him like he had the others. Why he’d chosen to leave him alone quickly became clear. Because when I released him, Barry bolted toward the back door of his home, halfway between me and my murderous, gorgeous lover. A slow, wicked smile spread across Felix’s face, his eyes flickering with the first twinges of bloodlust I’d ever seen on his face.
And it was…glorious.
It seemed my little fool had a bit of the devil in him, after all—even when my cock was not inside him. (Ha!)
Felix had let Barry go free, not because he couldn’t control him, but because he wanted to hunt him.
Oh fuck.
My dick was so hard right now.
I watched, enraptured as Barry scrambled at the back door, trying to get it open with his sweaty sausage fingers. Only for Felix to appear behind him—liquid quick. So damn fast I’d hardly seen him move at all.
Barry twisted away, and Felix let him, still grinning as Barry burst back down the porch steps, running toward the other side of the yard. He dodged through the very still bodies of the people Felix still controlled, and a few of them crossed their arms—reminiscent of soldiers—blocking his escape.
More frantic, more sweaty, more abhorrent—Barry turned back around and ran the other way again.
Over and over, back and forth. Felix chased him. Playing with his food like a cat plays with a mouse. And it was…magnificent. Truly the most fun I’d ever had. Delighted by the show, I served myself up a slice of wedding cake, munching on it happily as I watched Felix play.
Barry was a red-faced, sweaty mess by the time he stumbled to a stop in front of me. It almost seemed as though he’d given up entirely, the light in his eyes slowly dimming.
Any sympathy I had for him died, however, when in a last ditch effort to escape he knocked into the food table, his weight toppling it over. I tried to jump out of the way, but there was nothing that could stop the next set of events. The way the white wedding cake toppled, all ten layers of it teetering and sliding, slamming right into me.
I hit the ground with a little grunt—shocked—and covered in icing.
And that was…apparently it for Felix.
“This is Armani,” I gasped out, rightfully offended—the wind knocked right out of me.
Felix was there half a second later, helping me to my feet as Barry attempted to make a run for it again. I was on my feet in seconds—hello superhuman speed—wow. That was more than a little sexy. And then Felix was in front of Barry, blocking his way, his eyes dark.
The murderous intent was heavy in the air.
Thick, cloying, delicious.
The lovely wedding waltz still played from the speakers set in the corners of Barry’s backyard as Felix made his last, wonderful move. In slow motion almost, I watched as Felix’s lovely red gaze focused on Barry’s throat. There was a brutal ferocity to his movements—a grace, much like a dancer—as he closed the distance between his razor sharp mouth of fangs and Barry’s neck.
A slick sound emitted as Felix bit into him, then just as quick, pulled back—bringing a piece of Barry’s throat with him. Immediately, Barry gurgled, his airways cut off, blood spurting from the open wound. It was…immensely satisfying that for once he’d finally shut up. He coughed, stumbled, one, two, three steps—then fell to his knees.
Felix kicked him over, boot connecting with his shoulder, Barry’s body flopping to the ground in a puddle of his own cake and blood. Riveted, I stared at the mess Felix had made of him—for only a moment—then turned my attention back to the artist himself.
Felix’s other kills had been accidental, yes.
I could see that now.
Perhaps he had gotten too zealous when feeding.
He’d felt guilty. At war with himself. Upset.
But this…no. There was no guilt on his face now. There was only righteous fury. Anger that was so beautiful I wanted to taste it. Satisfaction so sweet, it made my taste buds tingle. This was no accident. My bumbling, worried little accidental murderer had become a full-fledged killer.
And he…loved it.
