15 Under Necromancer's Snare - Part 1

'You are so beautiful. Tell me, what should I do to make you mine?’

'Would you die for me?'

'Yes. Anything to be with you.'

'Jump from this roof and we will be united forever.'

'I love you, darling.' He leaped from the building’s roof and declaring his love out loud as he fell to his death.

'Idiot. My name is Nell, not darling.' I replied looking at his splattered body from the top.

My body was electrified with his death. Finally, I am so close to my goals and this will be my moment to shine.

Ultimate power is all I have desired and nothing can stop. It is the willingly sacrificial death with thirteen that will complete my blood ritual. Oh, baby just six more death to go. It is a pity that no one can connect with me on a deeper level. All humans are driven with lust and that too pitiful lust. There is no fiery passion in their so-called lust just selfishness to satisfied only themselves. In all my encounters no one even try to remember my name while they fucking me. Pathetic people.

The night is beautiful, I can taste the sweetness of my next victim. Walking towards the nearest pub, while I entered the music was pounding deep into my skull. Maybe I should kill DJ for that awful mix. I could feel people's stare at me, the excitement coursing through me. The hunt begins.

'Hey, beautiful! Want some company?' A man standing in my personal space without my invitation asked me the same ridiculous question. Where is the display of charm and chivalry?

I turned to look at him and I got my eighth victim. Average height, medium build, with sort of cute face. I smiled at him seductively and he took the seat next to immediately.

'What a gorgeous woman like you doing here alone?' He asked curiously while he surveyed me from top to bottom with dark desire. Lust and possession are two main elements that will only guarantee their death.

'Maybe I was waiting for you.' I replied sweetly. Leaning my body towards his, I know he can't resist my body. He touched my smooth pale skin and took my hand in his as bestow a small kiss on it.

'Mm... You smell so heavenly, it's your skin so different. It is incredibly soft and pale.' He told me wonderfully.

'Thank you. Mr?' Nell inquired as she cared less about this man's identity.

'Matthew. What's your name soft petal?'

Nell looked at Matthew with burning hatred. She knew all his secrets and has been shadowing for weeks. One thing she believes that a person like him never deserves the time of her day. Taking deep breaths, steeling herself for what's coming next. Seducing a loser like him is so easy but it is essential to her goal and it helps her satiate her sexual appetite. A curse that cannot be broken.

'Let's get out of here.' I ignored his curiosity, just wanted to complete them as soon as possible.

'Where? Want to come back to my place?' He asked eagerly. I inwardly roll my eyes at his suggestion. Typical idiot just want sex and then after hasty humps, he will kick me out to find my own way home.

'Not yet. Why don't we go back to the alley? No one will interrupt us. Also, I want you so bad.' I said the last part in a hushed tone to give an excuse to lick his ear lobe. It is way too easy to lure my victim to his untimely death when hardly a few seconds of seduction render them helpless.

'Hell, yeah babe.'

I took him by his hand out in the alley. My heart beating faster, anticipating the rush and the urgency to take him was consuming me. I push him against the dirty bricked wall, kissing him hard. He felt my body against his, flipping me and pushing me up against the wall. He lifts my dress and pushes his hard-on in one move. I gasped with the longing, feeling so good as he pumped my pussy hard. Losing in lust but something kept me from the ecstatic. Looking up the distraction was breath-taking.

Before I could utter a single sound, I felt my victim coming on my ass. Clothes shuffling could be heard, as my target took off without a second glance.

The distraction was over around 6'5 walking gracefully towards me. I straighten up myself with many thoughts rushing my mind.

'Hello. Are you alright?' asked a gravel voice.

My mouth went dry, he had steel blue eyes, with shaggy dirty blond hair completed with 5 o'clock shadow on his strong jaws.

'Ahem. Yes. Just got crazy.' My voice came out husky and turned my face away.

'Do you need some help?'

'No, thanks.' Without a second glance and I flee from the alley.

As I reached my haven, looking up at the rising sun, a feeling of uncertainty crossed my heart. My victim escaped from my grasp and the burning anger of being used reminded of my plan to kill all humanity. That tall mysterious man caused me to hesitate, that hesitation will ruin my years of planning. An evil smirk began to form on my lips, then it was decided. He will be the last sacrifice and I will relish that moment for an eternity. Till then I must find that shitty man who escapes his death. Looking down from the abandoned building near the river, I will hunt that wretched human making my 7th victim's death, sate my hunger with his crying screams of pain. Looking up at my reflection in the mirror, a long curly raven haired with bright violet staring back blankly. Soon a smile formed as these words formed. "Come on, come on where you are gutless misery?'

Meanwhile Detective Sergeant Dante Runds reviewed security footage for the raven-haired curvaceous woman, haunting his mind for hours since he saw her in that dirty alley. He didn't understand the pull towards her although she does revolve around the series of the murder taking place all over the city.

'Did you find anything about her?' DS Dante Runds inquire to his colleagues.

'No. sir. We are still studying the footage.' replied one officer.

'Sir! We have managed to find the footage of her.' called the second officer immediately.

'Excellent.' Dante looked over the footage played in front of his eyes. His instinct was right about her being the suspect, watching her seduce the man he saw him yesterday in the alley made him jealous. This caught him by surprise. Something about the woman is quite unreal & the way she made that man follow her behind like a lost puppy is very disturbing.

'Officer Clarke! I want a full intel on that woman and do cross-reference of the other six murders with her whereabouts as per the timeline.'

'Copied sir.'

'Who... no scratch that what are you?' Dante wondered looking at the frozen image of a raven-haired woman.

Nell performed the simple spell of locating her mousy victim and found him harassing some poor woman. She rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempt to woo the uninterested female, as the woman ran away to the train stop leaving this idiot behind.

Something snapped inside her, her body was burning with boiling rage & sudden desire to rip anyone into pieces. She could see the tendrils of her darkness escaping from all over her, pure black eyes staring back at her from the mirror and the screams of misery blasting from her lips. This is the curse she carries for burying her pain & letting it be used for their own means. Suddenly, the overwhelming pain reduced as the mysterious man whom she met in the alley popped up in her mind. Her thoughts were calm as she traces his features in her mind, his sonorous sound shutting down the bitter angry screams and his startling steel blue eyes gazing deep into her soul, letting herself free from her anguish.