The Dawn of Darkness (Part 19)

The reaction from the female population after the incident was mixed. Some were scared of Bryan. Some sympathized. Days were filled with visions of girls crossing to the other side of the street when they saw him coming or approaching him in the library and softly stroking his arm, punctuating the motion with a "Poor thing!" Neither was of any interest to him. Of the nights when he would follow one of them home and be kneeled before, his dick never fully functioned.

The girls were understanding of that as well. More "Poor thing!" comments. This time, a little less well-received.

It had been a year since Rochelle and Josh's deaths and Bryan was getting antsy. He was no longer functional in sexual situations with females. He had no desire to play out any of his offers. He could only bring himself to masturbate while watching his well-worn copies of the "Faces of Death" series. I tried to melt away as he beat off to the sight of someone's head connecting with the cement after jumping off of a building. That one always worked like a charm for Bryan. The skull smashing like a watermelon cracking open guaranteed a hot steaming spurt.

On the final countless evening of enduring this, I tried to reason with him.

You know that we can fuck them without killing them. We can do shit to them, Bry. Fun shit. Shit that doesn't require the disposal of a dead body.

"I know that," Bryan answered while lazily wiping off his dick with one of the socks he'd removed earlier. "I'm just not sure I'm into all of that."

Yeah, but shooting your load to a fucking suicide tape... you're wayyyy into that.

He smiled. That weird little evil choir boy smile that made my non-existent skin crawl. "What you want to do is worse than what I want. You want to mentally scar them. Make them remember you. Alter their perception of what sex should be forever."

Um... you KILL them, Bry. You bash their heads in and choke them and bite off their fucking dicks, you fucking jack-off. What I want doesn't even fucking compare.

"Oh. Yeah. I make it so that they don't remember any of it. They don't remember the humiliation. They don't remember the pain. They don't ever have to deal with the mundane bullshit that life is full of. I give them peace. YOU want to rub their faces in a piece of your shit!" Bryan went to the mirror hung on the outside of the bathroom door and stared hard into the eyes that we both could see from. He looked past the vision and into the mind. He glared inward at me. I had no way of glaring back.

So what's next then? You going to find the Dean's daughter to screw and snuff? You want me to record it next time so you can have something to wank off to?

"Perhaps..." Bryan sneered into the mirror. The floppy brown mop from adolescence had given way to a well maintained style. It was still longish in the front, but was kept trimmed short in the back and sides. The chunks in front could be styled back for a serious look or let to fall in his face for a casually stylish disheveled one. The baby fat in the face was gone, leaving the jaw looking strong and angular, the cheekbones enviably high. Bryan had been plucking the eyebrows into a sleek arc, but never noticeably groomed. The eyes were killer in more ways than one. Described on most paperwork as hazel, the iris morphed from green to brown with gold specks to a glinting golden color. That gold was only seen in a girl's last moments. That gold was the color of their death.

Bryan's body had become lean and strong over the years in college. He walked everywhere on campus and skateboarded most of the times he needed something in town. Girls were hard pressed to resist an athletic looking man around here. Most of the time Bryan worked the other angle of attraction: He was quiet. He'd long since discovered that women preferred to be the ones filling in the blanks, and that the longer he kept his mouth shut around them, the more enamored they grew. The consensus seemed to be that a quiet man was a sensitive man, an intelligent man or a dark and mysterious brooder waiting to be tamed. None of the options were losing ones.

I just wanted to use the looks and reputation that had grown for something other than blood and gore. I wanted to drag someone along on a leash. I wanted to spank an ass until bruises appeared. I wanted to make them want me so badly that they would beg for a fucking and STILL get denied. I wanted to have a little fun, dammit!

But Bryan wanted his own brand of fun. It was exactly one year and 2 months to the day of the car crash that he met Julie.

Julie was a senior and a member of the women's swim team. Bryan had just added laps in the pool to his workout routine. He would get up and swim at 5 in the morning to avoid having to deal with people. Bryan wasn't a fan of casual acquaintances. He never kept anyone closer than at arm's distance. People figured he was private and never really suspected much more than that. So when he started swimming so early in the mornings, his presence in the pool remained largely unnoticed.

Except by Julie. She'd been watching him for about a month before she decided to approach. She wore a tight blue swim cap and goggles, and in the water, much of her body was hidden. She swam up to Bryan and went a couple laps next to him. When they'd stopped at poolside and were catching their breath, she spoke in a deep voice.

"You're over-exerting your left arm," she spit some water from her lips and dug around in her ear with her pinkie finger. "You need to balance out your strokes a little better."

Bryan wasn't very responsive. He'd nodded and smiled curtly. Julie'd sniffed at some water in her nose and then pinched it shut as if to wring it out.

"I'm just saying," she persisted, "that if you use the power in your arms equally, you won't get as tired as quickly."

Bryan hated to be corrected. "I don't get tired quickly!" he'd argued. "My cardiovascular kicks ass. That's all this swimming is about."

"Oh, really?" Julie started to laugh. "Want to race then? It's been proven that an unconditioned male has a naturally longer endurance than even a well-conditioned woman. By that logic, you should be able to out swim me easily."

"What are we talking here?" Bryan was interested now.

"Let's see who can do 25 laps the fastest. Make it worth the time and effort." She smiled. She had a nice smile, a mouth full of perfectly white, straight teeth.

"OK, let's do it!" They got into position and began their little duel. It wasn't long before Bryan's left shoulder was on fire, aching and struggling to rotate his arm. He'd gotten 16 laps in before he was ready to quit. Julie was on lap 20.

"FINE!" he shouted across the pool. "I give up! You win!" He bobbed in the water by the wall of the pool and panted hard. She couldn't hear him because her head was mostly underwater. When she approached, she was still in the zone, and he had to grab her by the foot to stop her. She'd wheeled around with a fist up.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Bryan exclaimed and brought his hands up to protect his face. Julie cringed and stared at her raised fist.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry!" She brought it down under the water as if she was hiding it from sight. Her head bowed forward. "I just shut everything out, you know? And... there was this time..." her voice trailed off. "Never mind. I'm just so sorry."

"No worries," Bryan offered. "But I am dying to get out of this water now, what do you say?"

She nodded and they both glided over to the steps and walked out. That was the first time Bryan made note of her body. She was about 5'8" and toned in every single spot. Her breasts were firm but not small, a good C cup at least. Her nipples were erect and jutted out against her bathing suit. Her shoulders were broad and strong. She had a tattoo of a tribal sun on the back of her neck. Her ass was tight and round, and he relished the sight of her plucking her suit out from between her perfect cheeks.

"I'm Bryan, by the way." Hand extended, warm smile plastered across his mouth, eyes glimmering with their green sheen. She'd taken it and pumped it firmly.

"I'm Julie. Would it be too weird if I told you I already knew who you were?" She bit her lower lip anxiously. Bryan shook his head and kept the smile on.

"Nah. A lot of people know me after..." he let the sentence dangle. There was no need to finish.

"After what?" This was a first. He scanned her face for signs of bullshit. There were none. He shook his head in amazement. He thought the incident would follow him forever.

"Something really bad happened to my last girlfriend. A bad accident. Most people stare at me and whisper behind my back. I don't like to talk about it, but if you really want to know, I suppose I could tell you." He batted his eyelashes softly and waited.

"Oh, that sounds terrible! I don't need to know about it. I just meant that I knew who you were because I'd checked your name on the log-in sheet." There was a list that everyone swimming prior to 7 a.m. and after 7 p.m. had to sign. He'd not thought about that. "I'd been watching you swim for awhile and just wanted to figure out what your name was."

Bryan laughed. "Oh, that's cool. I don't mind that at all. Just a little investigation, no harm in that."

They continued to talk until the morning crowds began to filter in. When Bryan suggested that they meet for dinner, Julie had been extremely receptive. The last thing she did before they parted ways was peel off her swim cap. Tightly bound inside were some of the most mesmerizing auburn locks that Bryan'd ever seen. She shook her head and her hair spilled down to her shoulders. She smiled widely when she noticed his mouth gaping open.

"Everyone loves a red-head," she commented coyly and trotted off.

They met for Italian food at a tiny hole-in-the-wall downtown. She pushed the garlic bread away and complained that too many carbs made her less buoyant in the water. He'd laughed and insisted that she just have a nibble. She'd consented, but only after he offered to feed it to her. Sliding over closer to him, she put a hand on his knee as he brought the bread to her lips.

There was a freckle on the tip of her nose. He leaned forward and kissed it, watching her eyes fall shut as he did. When he pulled away, she let loose a peal of giggles and made some excuse about it being hot in the restaurant.

They always giggle, Bryan. You're at least picking up on that now, aren't you? Or did you rely on it all along?

They left the restaurant 2 hours and 3 bottles of red wine after they'd first arrived. The night was early and the moon was almost full. The street was shimmering in its glow. They walked sloppily down the street. Bryan had traveled the two miles on his skateboard. Julie had walked. Neither of them fretted over having to drive. They wrapped their arms around each other as they walked. She was drifting more and more into the cradle of his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder.

When they arrived back on campus, Bryan pulled her into an embrace. She tasted like garlic and red wine. He supposed that he did too. She wrapped her arms around his back. Soon she was letting her hands slide down and between his body and his pants. Her touch was cool and dry as it ran over his ass cheeks. She gave them a light squeeze.

"I like you," she announced emphatically. "You're hot, too. I don't know if it's just the wine, or if it's that combined with the fact that I haven't gotten laid in 5 months, but I want to fuck you." Julie's brown eyes were droopy with the influence of alcohol. She cocked her head and stared intensely at Bryan. "You wanna go a few laps with me?"

Bryan laughed hard and deep. "Fuck yeah!" he hollered.

"That's a boy!" Julie was laughing now too. "Have you ever fucked in water?"

Bryan explained that he'd fucked a couple times in a shower, but never under water. Julie grabbed him by the hand and started yanking him in the direction of the pool. "You're going to fucking LOVE this!"

When they made it to the building where the indoor pool was located, Bryan flinched. The night guard was in his little booth. They would be required to sign in before being allowed inside. Proof. His heart sank. He stared at the tattoo on the back of Julie's neck and sighed.

What's the matter, Bry? Only going to be able to sexually frustrate this one?? Awe. Poor thing.

Bryan cringed and slapped the side of his head. "What's the matter?" Julie looked up at him in concern.

"They'll know we're here," he motioned to the guard station. "We won't get any privacy."

Julie let out a wicked little laugh. "I'm on the swim team. I don't have to sign in." She pulled a plastic card from the back pocket of her skin tight jeans. "I've got a security card for one of the side doors. No one will know we've been in there. All the girls do it."

"They don't track your cards?" Bryan stopped walking.

"I borrowed my team mate's card. It's a system we have. We trade when we're planning on taking someone for an aqua-fuck." She smiled at the last term. She'd been heavy on pronouncing the "fuck" part.

"So someone else knows you were planning on fucking me? I don't know how I feel about that," Bryan let his tone change to the fine-tuned one he'd discovered as the most rewarding passive-aggressive.

Julie smiled. "Well, I told them I was fucking somebody. I just didn't mention who." She tugged on his hand. "Come on, I'm beginning to think you don't want to fuck me anymore."

"Oh, I want to fuck you alright," Bryan grabbed her by the back on the neck and spoke right into her face.

"I want to fuck you in the worst way."

With that, Julie spun around and began to drag Bryan to the side door. Seeing that little light on the security lock change from red to green made Bryan's heart race faster. As Julie pulled him inside, his mind was all over the water.

It was going to be so convenient.