Archive: Please ask first I might say yes.
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Feedback: Love it, but no flames please I'm fragile!!
Author's Note: Of course, many thanks to Mossley, not only for beta-ing this (no small task!), but for inspiring me to write it in the first place.
Warning: This fic is NC-17 for two reasons. First of all, yes, there are relatively graphic sexual situations in places. But there are also rather graphic descriptions of violence and some very intensely emotional scenes.
Summary: This is primarily the story of two very different men, and the pain and love in their lives; one of the men is a serial murderer who is a sexual sadist, so be forewarned that he's not one of my likeable villains.
Once he arrived, he set about the task of cleaning the cabin top to bottom, scrubbing with bleach to sanitize it. The smell of decaying blood was starting to permeate the small one-room building, and it reminded him of the reason the blood had to be drained from the Chosen Ones. It was corrupt, as evidenced by its smell now.
He dragged the mattress out behind the cabin to air out in the sun, stripping the waterproof mattress cover off. He hung that on a tree limb and rinsed it with the water hose, letting it stay and dry in the sun.
Since there had been nothing in the cabin except the bed, gabriel could bring in the water hose from outside to rinse it down. He left the door open for the water to escape, but considered the feasibility of putting in a drain in the floor. While he was hardly a handyman, he thought he could probably handle that small of a task. He mentally made a list of the items he would need to get from the hardware supercenter.
Deciding that there was no time like the present, he left the cabin to dry out, windows open, while he made the trek to the hardware store. It was at least a half-hour drive from the cabin, but he was in no particular hurry. He was a patient man and knew that he wanted to make each experience better. That would mean preparation.
While it was tempting to help one woman right after the next, with no recovery time, it somehow felt disrespectful, as though he wasn't honoring the one that went before. Like the winner of a pageant, each should have her time in the spotlight before passing on the crown to the next.
If the detective wasn't waiting on him, he considered that he would possibly delay beginning a new transformation. He decided to compromise, opting to begin the next one soon for the detective, then lengthen the time in between, to give each her moment in the sun.
That would probably have been nearly impossible before, but gabriel was counting on the videotape to see him through the lonely times between ascensions. Suddenly it hit him that the videotape would serve another purpose: a learning tool. He would be able to compare each transformation, studying them. He would be able to refine and perfect his technique, knowing that the memory doesn't always record facts correctly.
He paid for his purchases at the hardware store, deciding on a small drain, much like what's in a bathtub. He purchased an inexpensive drill and a hole saw to cut the hole in the floor, the drain and flange kit, and some PVC pipe to run out behind the cabin. He didn't feel it was wise to connect it to the septic tank system, considering the amount of bleach he was using. It would kill all the beneficial bacteria that break down the sewage in the tank.
On the way back out of town he stopped at a couple of garage sales, picking up twin bed sheets and a few assorted household items. He didn't really need the little pots and pans, but they were cheap and he didn't want to just purchase the sheets by themselves, so as to not draw attention to them. He tried to choose fairly plain sheets, such as solid colors, so that no one would recognize them, if they were ever found. So far, gabriel had burned the sheets after he had used them, but he still felt it prudent to be careful.
He installed the drain, which took him a little longer than he had anticipated, but he had never done anything like that before, so he was proud rather than disappointed. After that chore was completed, he brought the mattress and cover back in and set up the bed, putting on his last set of freshly laundered sheets. He refused to use the garage sale sheets until they had been sanitized in a washing machine full of hot water and bleach.
He took his time setting up the video camera so that it was relatively inconspicuous, yet would have a good view. He considered it a shame that no one would be able to help tape it, moving to get the good angles, zooming in for close-ups, and zooming out to get the full effect. gabriel decided that if the videotaping went well enough, he might get another camera or two, setting them up at different angles. He could then edit the tapes to get the same effect.
Everything was ready. The cabin was clean and freshly provisioned. He had a stack of new videotapes unwrapped and ready next to the camera. He checked his supplies, and found that everything was in order. Now all he needed was to find a person who was desperately in need of redeeming herself through purification.
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