Sweet Insanity

Frost Jenkins, better known as Angel Vendetta, is one of the most wanted serial killers in the United Kingdom. No one knows her face as no one has survived long after knowing her identity. That is, until she meets Alexandru Alin, or Amoux Aleron, an enemy of sorts. When two killers come together it can never end well. It always turns into a tale of blood, gore and a few dozen corpses.

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2. You Only Live Once

*song of chapter: You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence*

 

I took in a deep breath when I heard Alexandru say that. This man wasn't just a robber, he was a cold-blooded murderer, like me, only I don't think he killed to teach his victims a lesson or get revenge, he killed for the pleasure of killing.

"You know, the thought of your warm, sweet blood spilling all over the floor whilst I pleasure you is incredibly arousing to me." He whispered in my ear as he ran his finger along the cut he'd made on my breast before bring the finger to his mouth and licking the blood off of it.

"You're a psychopath." I choked out as I tried to reach down and grab something for a weapon without him noticing.

"No shit sweetheart." He retorted sarcastically taking in my harsh glare.

"You know we could be invincible, together." He cupped my cheek in his hand and looked down at me.

"I'm not a murderer, I only kill for revenge. You're sick." I shoved him away from me.

"Someone's watched V For Vendetta too many times," He muttered under his breath but he was still loud enough that I could hear him, "We could create the perfect crime. We could take over the world."

I considered it. Having a partner in crime wouldn't be all too bad, there would be someone to have my back, someone to plan the crimes with and if it came to the point where I had to hand him in to the police, I'd do it.

I was about to nod and answer him when I heard a loud bang come from downstairs and a male voice yelling, "Police! Whoever is inside the building come downstairs with your hands in the air!"

"Fuck." We both whispered.

Alexandru reached down to pull open a drawer in the nightstand and picked out a small handgun and cocked it. "It's already loaded." He said and gave it to me before he shoved the knife back in his pocket and left the room with me close behind him.

We slowly made our way down the carpeted stairs side by side until we reached the bottom and placed both our hands in the air, the gun Alex handed me now in the front of my skirt, covered up by my shirt.

"Oh dear, you caught us." I blurted when we were met with the sight of a dozen officers, all with guns pointed at us.

Alex elbowed me in the ribs and I muttered a near silent 'ow' before straightening up and making my face show no emotion.

"You're both under arrest for multiple murders, robbery, the-" One of the officers began but was cut off before he finished by a bullet impaling his skull.

"Oh shut up." I said whilst shaking my head. The officer's body tensed up before he dropped his gun, his body following it soon after, blood pouring out of the wound.

Me and Alex quickly shot into action, I sent punches to multiple officers and shot them afterwards, not wasting my little time on their poor unfortunate souls. I turned around as Alex slammed a chair down on an officer's head, piercing his scalp and instantly killing him.

"That," I began, pointing at the body, "is a creative way to take someone out."

"What can I say," He retorted, "imagination's always been my strong point."

I chuckled and looked around at the bodies of police officers littering the room, "What should we do about this mess?"

"Nothing," He said, his face instantly falling emotionless, no longer smiling with me, "we're leaving, now."

"Well, that seems like a great ide-wait, we?"

"You don't expect me to let you run off to Russia or wherever and leave me behind to get arrested, do you?" I shrugged in response.

"I s'pose not." I murmured to myself.

"Anyway, I've always had my bags packed for whenever I might need to run, I can drop you off at your place so you can collect your stuff." He explained whilst jogging back up the stairs.

I sighed and leaned back against the wall behind me, crossing my arms over my chest. Alexandru ran back down the stairs a few minutes later and lightly punched my shoulder.

I followed him out of the house and waited for him to lock the door for the last time and climbed into the passenger seat as he slid into the driver's seat. I told him my address and kept my eyes focused on the road. 

"Where are we gonna go?" Alexandru finally asked me without taking his icy blue eyes off of the road in front of him.

"I know of a gang leader we can go to, we go way back and his girlfriend used to be my drug dealer. His name's Jacky Vincent, his girlfriend's called Emily Foskett. You ever heard of 'em?" I said and looked over at him.

"Who hasn't?" He chuckled and turned left into the opening that led into the dark forest I resided in.

"True that." I agreed.

"Anyway, how do you know Jacky?" He frowned slightly and finally made eye contact with me as he drove past the enormous oak tree that stood outside of my house, it's branches seemed to be enfolding and embracing my house.

"We, uh," I trailed off as we pulled up outside my house and I got out of the car, Alex just behind me, "I wouldn't say we dated we just had casual sex here and there."

"You should become a porn star, you'd be really good at it." He suggested, a cheeky smirk spreading on his face.

"Do you take anything seriously?" I sighed and pulled the key out from my bra before pushing it into the slot and turning it, then pushing the door open and stepping inside.

I heard something rustling in the kitchen and pressed a finger to my lips to tell Alex to be quiet. I pulled my heels off so I wouldn't make much noise and walked into the kitchen on the balls of my feet, seeing a boy that barely looked 18 riffling through the drawers in my kitchen, looking for anything valuable. I looked over to see he'd left my cutlery drawer open so I crept over and pulled out a butcher knife, wincing as the knife made a loud clang against a fork.

The boy turned around and stared at me with wide eyes. His frightened caramel eyes travelled down to my hand which grasped the knife and settled on the v tattooed on my finger. "Vendetta." He whispered.

I hummed, "That's me." 

He kept taking steps back until his back hit the ebony, marble counter and I walked up to him, placing a firm hand on his chest, "Now tell me.." I trailed off, signalling for him to tell me his name.

"Valentin." He whispered.

"Aw, what a sweet name," I cooed, "It's too bad that no one else will hear it as in a few moments your blood will be spilled all over this perfectly clean, white floor."

I watched his Adam's apple bob as he took a shaky deep breath.

"Anyway, tell me, Valentin, would you like to go feeling pleasure, or pain." I let a sly smirk spread across my face and trailed one of my fingers down his collarbone with enough pressure that my nail made a small cut along the prominent bone, a sign that he most definitely didn't eat well.

"Pleasure, please." He practically begged me.

"Oh how sweet, the poor victim has manners in his last moments," I snickered, "well, you clearly didn't have any when you thought it'd be smart to break into my house, did you?" I pressed the knife against his throat with enough pressure to seem threatening, but not enough to cut into the skin.

He didn't answer me, he just took another deep breath and tried to maintain eye contact with me.

"Did you?" I repeated, gritting my teeth and pressing down harder with the knife.

"No." He choked slightly.

"That's right," I nodded, "you didn't."

I pulled the knife away from his neck and grabbed his hand tightly, "Follow me, you picked pleasure so I will stay true to my word and give it to you."

I pulled him behind me as I made my way up to the stairs, winking at Alexandru as I walked past, "This won't take me 5 minutes."

I pulled Valentin over to the stairs and made my way up them, he was following behind me.

I pushed open the door to my bedroom, turned around and gripped onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards the bed and then pushing him down on it. His pupils had dilated by now and he licked his lips as I lifted my shirt over my head, "Don't get too excited darling you'll be dead soon."

My words most definitely didn't faze him in the slightest though because as I crawled towards him and straddled him, his hands instantly went to my hips and made me move my hips in circles and grind against him. Just another horny teenager.

*  *  *

I huffed and stood up from the blood-stained bed before pulling my clothes back on and sending one glance at the naked body behind me. At least his last moments were happy. I picked up the large sports bag from the floor and hooked it over my shoulder.

"Took your sweet time." Alexandru said from the sport where he was leaning against the wall beside the front door as I made my way down the stairs, "So, do you only scream with fellow criminals or was he awful at what he was doing?"

I raised an eyebrow and moved the arm behind my back that had the now bloody butcher knife in it. I raised my arm quickly and threw the knife at Alex. Sadly, the knife missed him by a couple centimetres.

"Right, are you ready to go?" He sighed and pinched his nose bridge, "The longer we take the more likely it is that we get found."

"Yeah, I just have to get something from my basement." I ran towards the basement door and took the key from the door frame and unlocked the door, pushing it open and flicking the light switch.

I jogged down the stairs and picked up the box which held everything I used for my murders and turned away to walk back up the stairs.

I turned back around and sent one final glance around the room before walking back up the stairs, turning the lights off and shutting the door, locking it behind me. 

"Okay, let's go." I smiled.

"Don't you wanna call Jacky first?" He pointed at my phone which was in my other hand.

"Nope, like I said, we go way back, I'm always welcome in his home." I shrugged and stepped out the front door, "Come on then."

 He followed me out and I didn't even bother to lock the door, it's not like I'd ever be back here.

"You can drive." Alex said and sat down in the passenger seat and I jogged around the car to get into the driver's seat.

 *  *  *

"Jacky!" I yelled as I stepped foot into the extravagant mansion that Jacky and Emily resided in.

"Hey." I heard Emily's voice along with footsteps stumbling down the stairs.

Instantly, the intoxicating smell of marijuana invaded my nose. When Emily was stood in front of me she looked at me and then behind me to where Alexandru was standing, looking around in awe at all of the furniture.

"What have you got yourself into this time, Frosty?" Emily sighed and put her hands on her hips before she lifted up the joint that was in her left hand and took a long drag.

"Frosty?" I heard Alex say from behind me.

I let out a low growl from deep in my throat and pinched my nose bridge, "God damnit Emily!"

"Who's this?" She ignored me and sent another glance over at Alex.

She looked him from head to toe, taking in every detail, years of drug dealing and being involved with gangs clearly taught her to be cautious. Her eyes landed on the 'AA' and her eyes widened in recognition. 

"Oh, you're the guy that robbed the Bank of England. Hey, that's pretty impressive. What's your name, Amoux something?" She chuckled.

"Aleron," Alex filled in for her, "Amoux Aleron."

I scoffed, "Oh please, too scared to tell her your real name?"

He sent a dark glare in my direction and believe me, if looks could kill, I would be down in the depths of hell right now.

"His name's Alexandru Alin." I said and walked through towards the stairs and ran up them.

Whenever there was weed around, it meant Jacky was around. I walked down the never-ending hallway and turned left after walking for a little while before pushing open a large door, the action causing a large cloud of smoke to come tumbling out of the room and into the hallway.

"Jesus Jacky." I coughed slightly and walked into the room.

"Ay, Frost!" I heard a familiar voice and felt a large grin stratch across my face as soon as I put a name to that voice.

"Ash!" 

"How you been darlin'?" He asked and I walked over to him, stealing the joint from in between his fingers and bringing it to my lips.

I sat down beside him and blew the smoke out into his mouth before replying, "Good."

"So what have you done now that you would require my protection?" Jacky said as he finally made an appearance.

"Well, I killed Andy for starters and I may or may not of had a one night stand with the guy who robbed the Bank of England and the police might've came to his house whilst I was still there and I possibly killed around six officers and there is a slim chance that I could've killed an eighteen year old boy that I found snooping around my house whilst I shagged him." I blurted out, so fast I'm surprised any of them heard me.

"When did all of this happen?" Jacky questioned.

"Well, um, today and yesterday." I looked down at my lap.

"Jesus Christ, Frost, can't you stay out of trouble for more than a week?" Jacky yelled.

It appeared that he was going to continue lecturing me, but his speech was cut short when there was a loud bang downstairs, like a door being kicked or beat down and another loud bang, this time I was absolutely certain it was a gun shot.

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