Chapter 40: A Cheat
"That was nice," Aria said while putting her panties on again while still topless.
It was dark at the garage, but she sees the smile of the Lord who's bottom naked while smoking a cigarette, "that makes me want to do it again." Aria continued while tweaking her nipples.
The Lord took a hard hit of his cigarette that almost burns his throat. He is sweating from the sex, the heat in the underground garage, and from the cigarette. He does not even know why he didn't come in the tight cunt of the slutty with bitch.
He fuck them bitches around the world while his ex-wife was running the whole circus while her dad's a drunk. He has lost his mind in Vegas with drugs, sex, and poker. Lost his mind looking at a beautiful scene of the islands in the Philippines, and has become the saddest soul around when he toured Poland for the Holocaust victim's grave. He just passed the Acts of Principles. That's just it.
He is never going to be the good Lord of the Hewlett Academy, and even Rob knows that, and the thought runs through his heads every day. On the contrary, he knew who it should be. But he just took off the bait, just for the bragging rights.
Rob knew his sins of the past and the present, so he gets up, finishes the last hit and blows smoke with the cigarette but on the floor, and put on back his pants. "Get dressed. And announce tonight the official gathering headed by me tomorrow."
"Aye, aye, captain," Aria said, still tweaking her nipples and biting her lips.
Before Rob goes to the stair, he hears the slut say, "I wish we could do that again," and looks back to her.
He left her, rolling his eyes, inside his pants was still a hard cock that did not get the relief he was expecting to.
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I am a cheat. I know that without him, I wouldn't have the strength to dig myself up from the six feet under.
I'm a cheat, that's what I am. With these potions, I managed to live through centuries, changing my names, my social security number, and sometimes even my accent.
I'm a cheat, that's what I am. I am with the dark warlock who is helping me recover from the dark place.
I'm a cheat, and that's not a problem anymore. I got used to getting myself into trouble, and I wonder if Aurelius was tired of this shit.
It is strange though that I am in a bathroom, in a bathtub, supposedly cleaning myself after eating some dirt that Roberto Alfonso York made me eat. But I could not make myself think of maddening things to take revenge not because of trauma. Hell no. Not trauma because I have seen the devils shedding blood because of fighting with the angels onto the ground of this dark place. I have seen more than just a trauma. I cannot move because of the madness I am starting to feel within me.
On that ground, I have realized that the world has been taking advantage of me since I was born. And lifetimes have passed, I cannot remember those that were taken against me, or maybe it's because of my job to assassinate an innocent girl whom a friend of mine loves. In those lifetimes, I do not know what I gain from this except to live over and over with the help of Aurelius' potion for me to take.
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Once John has finished my bath and puts his clothes on, Aurelius is on the usual sofa, drinking a dry Martini while smoking his cigar.
"You know kid, you always seem to surprise me every decade you're living on the ground." Aurelius' deep voice almost vibrates through John's ears.
"How did you find me at the cemetery? You know that I was not the only person buried there." I asked.
Aurelius chuckles as if John is insane with the question he just asked. "Cher, I hadn't had the trouble to track you when you are at your escapades in Spain with the sister slut of your Headmistress." He added, "and Roberto? Roberto is the worst fucking Lord of the academy, for Christ's sakes. Did you really think that I wouldn't see the trail of blood from his hands? That fucking man does not know what to do with his position except to put the academy in the ruins."
Aurelius stood from his sofa to get another glass of his Martini, "may I offer you a drink?" To which John approves.
When he gets back to the sofa and gives the glass to John, he also hands out a bottle of life potion as well. "Here's your usual, Sir," Aurelius said, putting it on the coffee table beside John.
He thought that it wasn't right at all to take these potions just to live longer, and do the deed especially now that he is not in the right place where anyone can see.
"Oh, you can actually do it, John. You have ways to do so." Aurelius said.
"Did you just read my thoughts?" John asked.
"You bet, I do! The most amazing thing you did is characterizing yourself as the Zodiac killer in the 60's when you killed them at Blue Rock Springs. It was fucking messy though, but you nailed it, man!" Aurelius said.
"I am not the Zodiac killer, just to make things clear, Aurelius. And I begged you to save Wayne's body."
"To which I do not still understand why you are doing so, John Harding, Dewayne Parkinson, the Zodiac, Jack the Ripper. The list goes on man."
John slams his hands to the coffee table, "I am not a serial killer! I am just doing my job to continuously kill that woman whom I can't seem to understand why you keep me-"
John stopped talking and started feeling like he's being choked, then Aurelius leans to his knees to look straight at him.
"First of all, no one slams my coffee table to which an important friend of mine from Paris gave to me as a gift. Second, I do not have the obligation to answer your questions about your job to assassinate the bitch that is waltzing around the academy with that useless friend of yours. You do your job, and I will let you live."
John is gasping for breath, to which he wanted for so long. He wanted to die already for the fucked up sins he made in his lifetime. Maybe this is his time to see the darkness at last if he does not reply to what Aurelius is saying.
"Oh, you. It's not yet your time as long you're still my bitch." Then Aurelius stops John from being choked to death. John is chasing air to breathe, his wish of dying failing to be done. What else can he do now?
Aurelius lights another cigar, and blows out a cloud of smoke, then said to John, "Drink your potion, and your dry Martini. We need to think about your homecoming, and you get over with your job once and for all."
John hasn't been able to control himself and takes the life potion and the dry Martini. He really hopes that he would die one day. Maybe he could think of ending things for himself.
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