The long stretch of highway sometimes makes it hard for me to keep my eyes open. The head lights of my z28, I mean my father's, are the only thing that can pierce through this awful mid-western night. It's amazing that I even made it this far, honestly, I sometimes wonder if they found my parents where I left them.
The local radio stations haven't said a word about me. I used to get a kick when I would hear them mention me but now I dread it, not because they are going to catch me but because that just means I have to move. They even started calling me something that honestly, I don't like.
The High Plains Vampire.
I'm not even from middle America. I don't want to be just identified as just another serial killer, I don't want to be another statistic. Don't those media people understand that I am not killing to kill, I kill because I need to. I see it as a necessary life function, the same as using the restroom or eating. Goddamn it, I can't live my life as a celibate, that's no way for a man to live. No, no, no, no I can't be considered a serial killer. I am just a man with special needs, that is all.
My favorite song began playing on the radio, the music keeps me awake from falling asleep. Especially in these long drives.
Don't fear the Reaper.
It's a beautiful song. I remember when it first came out, I was deep in my puberty and it catapulted me into my rebellious phase. I grew out my hair and started wearing a leather jacket. I bet I looked funny but you have to understand, I really fucking loved that song.
The song is a love song that speaks straight to my soul. It talks about the condition that I have, where I have to take life to get off. Its meaning is that, true love between a man and a woman is when one of the lover's gladly gives their life to the other. That is why the singer keeps on saying to not fear the reaper because the man is the one doing his lover in.
Man, I fucking love that song. For a song that came out only a couple of years ago, who knew they would come out with a song so progressive. I mean the song represent me fully, this song represent the physically ill and that's what I am, no, that's who I am, the psychically ill. Yes. Yes, it's in my nature.
It's the same as any fetish. Some people are into feet, others are into being hurt. I like doing the hurting. Yeah, that's what it is, I'm just one of those, just a sadist. I am just tasteful sadist, I don't subscribe to the leather and latex shit. I am only about the suffering.
That brings me back to my first my girlfriend, I didn't love or even like her for that instance. I was just with her because honestly, she was the only girl that would pay attention to me. She was a big girl, a real voluptuous girl, a real fat ass. I didn't like it but it's not like I had that much of a choice.
Anyways, we dated long enough to begin being intimate with each other. About a week I think? Well that doesn't matter, by then I was already buying my little rodent friends. So I fully knew what I wanted.
She told me one day that she wanted to try something new. She laid down across my lap and looked up at me. Her ass exposed.
"Samuel… I want you to hit me…"
I thought to myself, Yes. This is exactly what I've been waiting for, I'm about to let her have it. I punch her in the back of the head.
"What the fuck was that?! No you Idiot, I didn't mean that kind of hit! What the fuck were you thinking you scrawny fuck?!"
I asked her what did she mean by hit her.
" I meant on my butt!"
So I punched her on the ass.
"No, not like that, you dumb ass! I meant spank me, haven't you parents ever disciplined you?
I took a second to think about it, I told her no. My parents never hit me.
That story makes me laugh, what a fucking weirdo she was. What kind of grown girl wants to be spanked instead of being punched. I guess she was still a little girl after all, she didn't have the same adult taste that I-
Who the fuck interrupted my song! The best part was about to come on too.
"We're reporting a possible kidnapping, the suspect vehicle a is royal blue 1981 z28 Chevrolet Camaro heading west of Barton County. We believe the individual to be the primary suspect of the High Plains Vampire murders, so do not approach, call local authorities."
Oh, hey that's me. I guess, I have to camp out for tonight. That's a nice little spot for me right there, I always wanted to live next to a river. There's something inherently romantic about waking up next to a body of water.
It's kind of hard to hide a colorful ass car, but maybe next to a river it'll blend in. No, that's fucking stupid. They already know what I'm driving, should I just drive it into the river? I mean,
this car is dead to me. I can't exactly drive around in this car anymore, I guess I'll ditch the car and hitch a ride. Yeah, yeah that sounds like the plan.
What was that bang?! Oh no, did someone find me? Oh wait. That's right, I forgot.
See how powerful that song is to me, I almost forgot that I had lunch waiting for me in the trunk. Let me go open it.
As I open the trunk, I get a surprise. She finally shuts up. Then, she starts talking again. All woman do that, they don't know when to shut up.