XXX: Love Killer

Sex, Lies, and Obsession:

Simone’s Notes:

In biology, sex is a process of combining and mixing genetic traits, often resulting in the specialization of organisms into a male or female variety. Sexual reproduction involves combining specialized cells to form offspring that inherit traits from both parents. Gametes can be identical in form and function, but in many cases an asymmetry has evolved such that two sex-specific types of gametes exist: male gametes are small, motile, and optimized to transport their genetic information over a distance, while female gametes are large, non-motile and contain the nutrients necessary for the early development of the young organism. An organism's sex is defined by the gametes it produces: males produce male gametes while females produce female gametes; individual organisms which produce both male and female gametes are termed hermaphroditic. Frequently, physical differences are associated with the different sexes of an organism; these sexual dimorphisms can reflect the different reproductive pressures the sexes experience.

A lie is a type of deception in the form of an untruthful statement, especially with the intention to deceive others. To lie is to state something with disregard to the truth with the intention that people will accept the statement as truth. A liar is a person who is lying, who has previously lied, or who tends by nature to lie repeatedly—even when not necessary. Lying is typically used to refer to deceptions in oral or written communication. Other forms of deception, such as disguises or forgeries, are generally not considered lies, though the underlying intent may be the same. Serious lies are punishable by law.

Fixation: ‘concept originated by Sigmund Freud to denote the persistence of anachronistic sexual traits'. Subsequently '"Fixation" acquired a broader connotation. With the development of theory of libidinal stages...the term came to mean a persistent attachment, not only to the specific instinctual aims of a particular era, but, instead, to the entire complex of self and object relation' at that time. More generally, it is the state in which an individual becomes obsessed with an attachment to another person, being or object: 'A strong attachment to a person or thing, especially such an attachment formed in childhood or infancy and manifested in immature or neurotic behavior that persists throughout life'.

Sex:

Damon

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he tells himself night after night. He tries his hardest to make himself believe that. But why does it hurt worse afterwards? He doesn’t know their names; doesn’t try to learn them. After the whole Katherine thing, he really doesn’t want to form any attachments. He doesn’t want to re-live that pain all over again.

He’s going out tonight. Looking for another fix. He doesn’t want to do this. He wants to be back home with Carole and Micah. But, that’s not possible at this time. This all happened to him before and he made them suffer for it as a result. This good around, he doesn’t want to bring them the same pain. So that’s why he left. But, that just makes things worse. Carole’s in heavy distress and Micah is starting to act up in school again. But what can the colonel do? He went down this path and Ai-Oni pushed him back down it again. This time, he’s not sure if he could ever get back up again.

The ritual is almost routine. Go to a bar, chat up some random stranger he finds remotely attractive, take her back to his room, cut off the lights, take off their clothes, and just have sex in the bed. Simple as that. No names, no attachments. But, he doesn’t want to do this. However, the dragon is always hungry for more. It will torment to no end until he complies. He wishes that there was a way to get rid of the dragon again. But, he’s running out of ideas.

The sun is rising now, welcoming in the new morning. He sits up in bed with that same old disgust with himself that he had grown accustom to. He looks next to him in the hotel bed. A gorgeous twenty-something blonde lied sound asleep. Like all of the others of the past few months, he doesn’t even know her name. He shuts his eyes curses himself. Such a damn shame.

But then, there came a knock on the door.

Lies:

Ginny

She walks home alone in the dim morning. The smell of booze lingers on her jacket from last night. Why does she do this to herself? She might as well be a whore. She pretends that everything is just fine. Even everyone else around her isn’t buying it anymore. She keeps trying to convince herself that she is only fixing herself. Some therapy this is. It only brings her more pain. She tries to block it out of her mind. But it only gets stronger. Only she can hear Kate crying out to her from the underworld. Why did she have to die? Why? Why?

It wasn’t fair. Jakob, Mikey, and Hunter act as if nothing happened two years ago. They act as if Kate never existed. The former proud Catholic can’t seem to let go. She doesn’t understand why. That night just keeps repeating itself in her head. She wishes that she could lay it to rest like the others have. It doesn’t work that way however. So, she puts herself through all of this and tries to make herself look okay.

The early morning train roaring overhead reminds her that she’s not supposed to be here. She should be in bed just moments before getting up to ready to go to church. Ha! When was the last time she was actually in a church? Days before Kate’s death? Or was it earlier than that? She couldn’t remember anyone. In fact, she had all but given up her faith in the big man upstairs. She turns her head up to the sky in the middle of the abandoned street. Why couldn’t you have saved her from this mess? Why did Katie have to die? Why? Tell me why, you cold-hearted bastard! Why? Why?!? What’s the point? He stopped listening to her two years ago. So why should she ask him for any favors anymore?

She didn’t know anymore. She didn’t know what to think or what to believe. Even the reverend on her mother’s television said that they all were in Hell now. Ha! Hell. The girl might as well be there. She sure felt like she was in it. The never-ending smell of booze on her clothing. The visible hickeys and scratch marks all over her skin. The heavy, hungover bags in her eyes. The constant need to throw-up. The guilt that followed after her overnight stays with her “boyfriend.” The lies to cover it all up. She stopped walking in the middle of the blackened street and she shook her head, shuddering. Her long before she would break down underneath all of it?

When she opened her eyes, that’s when she saw the wake-up call so solely needed.

Obsession:

Edward

He hates it when obstacles get in the way of his obsession. They needed to be removed as soon as possible. He did this by all means possible. He wasn’t above murder anymore. It came as second nature to him after all. It was kill or be killed. The former sounded much more seductive for obvious reasons. But at the situation at hand, his long-time obsession, Alex, had fallen for someone else. The incubus did not like this. He wanted the lamb all to himself. Alex was his to do whatever he pleased. Toby could never have him. The fallen alchemist would see to that himself. That’s how it always went. No competition was going to change that now. He would see to that himself.

He had been bored lately. He didn’t have his little pet to torment. Manami had ordered them to take and two week rest before going in for more hunts. At first, he didn’t understand why. But after William’s death, it all became clear. That’s just the first course. The big meal would be coming down to them bit by bit. They only needed one death from the virus to kick up things into the next act. Once that set into motion, the Fallen Ones could happily gorge away. Pets had become up for grabs again. Just thinking about it made his mouth water. In fact, he already had the perfect main course in mind.

He had many fantasies to tide him over for the time being. Alex starred in all of them. The incubus ached desperately to torment the lamb. He wanted to cut into his flesh with his automail blades. He wanted to ravish him to no end. He missed making that lamb cry so much. He missed all of that blood. He missed the sweat and the screams. He just missed making Alex suffer so much. But right now, there is still the Toby problem. Ooo, what to do with him?

The incubus thought long and hard about this execution. So many ways to end this obstacle. He had a hard time choosing one to fit perfectly. He wanted to make the rival suffer so badly in front of the lamb. But, how to do so? Plus, he would have to take in the account of many potential witnesses. The elimination would have to take place in a private area. Somewhere where people aren’t most likely to show up. Then, he would have to ambush the boys and take Toby out of the equation and harm Alex a little just to make it look like a random attack. The only problem he had would be timing.

Lucky for him, the opportunity fell right into his lap tonight.

Sex, lies, and obsession. They can only lead to destruction. Or maybe some salvation.