The Creepy Podcast - Blood Love
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This is Creepy, a podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing, creepy pastors and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or not simply fabrications is for you to decide these stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised creepy presents, blood love, written by no one of consequence, narrated by Daniel Hewitt. I have been traveling for a very long time years. It seems the only thing that has kept me going are memories of you, of us together. That time the power went out and all we had were candles and wine. We made love for hours. It was the only thing that kept us sane in the storm. The wind was howling, the snow was piling up, but we didn't even notice all there was for us was each other. Our body's writhing in ecstasy, keeping us warm. The storm could have buried us that night and it wouldn't have mattered. Not in those moments, I will never understand why you ran away from me was our love. Too intense for you to bear. Did the thought of losing yourself in me frighten you that badly. I could never hurt you the way you feared. I would, I thought I made that abundantly clear, but I guess I was wrong. You always wanted to travel and I wanted to give that to you. But traveling in style takes money. We didn't have much but we may do as long as we could. I should have known it was too good to be true. You understand everything I did was for you, don't you? You wanted to see the world and we needed money to do it. I remember you telling me such painful stories of what your parents did to you. The years of mind games and cruelty with them gone. We finally had the money we needed to do all you wanted. But I guess it wasn't enough. Would anything have been enough? I suppose my love for you began long before you ever knew. I remember watching you in the early morning hours just as the sun was coming up. The way your hair caught the golden light of the early rising sun as he stretched out on your yoga mat in the quad. I don't suppose you noticed me. Just another of the Spectators admiring the outdoor yoga group before classes started. There were plenty of beauties in that group, but it was your soul that called out to me. I'd sit in the back of the auditorium while the professor lectured in the top left corner. U always sat toward the front. Right. Giving me a perfect angle to admire your lovely red hair. I'd watch as the philosophy professor yammered on about Aristotle Plato and the such, but his words fell on deaf ears. My attention was all for you. The soul of an angel amongst us. Mere mortals. Did you ever wonder what happened to him or the yoga instructor? I replaced them just so you would notice me for a change before that. I don't think you even knew I existed. You were always a proper student listening intently and taking such detailed notes. I gave you pointers on your poses, special attention after lectures. You were a perfect student tested and performed better than the others. I'd had given anything for you to see me and I did. Those others disappeared so I could be the center of your world and no one suspected it was because of me. They're still looking for them. Did you know that others came to me much like you did needing special attention and help? But I paid them no such attention. It was all for you that day in my office when we discussed the allegory of the cave, that was the beginning for you. Your life had been lived in darkness. Those harsh parents were your cave. I became the world outside the light to that abysmal darkness. It was I that brought you out of your prison and freed you to the world beyond my love for you. Set you free and you embraced it, embraced me. Do you recall that night? You came to me in my office? Your boyfriend had been rough with you and you sought out a loving hand to take solace in what happened? I swore to you that I would never do such a hard thing to you and promised he would never raise a hand to you again. He never did again. Did he? No, he could never do that to anyone. Not without hands to make fists. I took those from him before I took his life. Why can't you take solace in that knowledge because of you? He can never hurt another ever again. What better Valentine gift could I have given you on a lovely winter weekend? I took you to my cabin in the mountains. Yes, I was too young to afford such a majestic place. But the owners were long gone and I claimed it for us. It was always for us, but I didn't want to burden you with the trivial knowledge of how it only would have spoiled the mood. And I wanted none of that. We had such a magical time in those mountains using our love to keep warm. The food may have been scarce but we sustained each other time and time again. We gave ourselves to each other. It was the happiest time of my life. The next semester began and you drew away from me. I was still your yoga instructor. But I was no longer your professor. It would have been too suspicious. Had another professor been replaced by me? Honestly, I was amazed, I'd gotten away with it for as long as I did. Perhaps it was because philosophy is such an easy topic to lecture on. Once you truly understand the subject matter. I still hurt thinking of the day you came into my office and there was another young woman inside. I swear to you nothing happened before you walked in. You took one look at her thinking she was prettier than you and believed me a cheater. Honestly, she was just having trouble understanding the cave and I merely took time to explain it to her. The state of her dress was incidental and did nothing to draw my eye. She could have been in a string bikini and I wouldn't have noticed our time at the university ended there because you lost your temper. Did you have to be so rough with her? It couldn't have been easy to push her through the window. But I know you did it out of love. I know what they were saying that it was I who pushed her? No, I never corrected them. I took the responsibility for it. What's another body on my count? What I don't understand is why you pointed the finger at me as well. I saw you do it with my own two eyes. But that is no matter if you needed me to be responsible. Then I would be, it's not like the cops were gonna get their cuffs on me. We fled that place together hand in hand all the way to your parents' home. I knew their reaction to me wasn't going to be accepting. But did you really have to call me a friend? I think that was the first thing you ever did. That made me angry. Your father was quite a ***** talking the way he did to your mother. They have always detested men who speak to women as if they are beneath them. He tried to put me in my place too, but I quickly turned the tables on him. I had every intention of leaving your mother alone, but she interrupted me and your father in our finest hour, he with his pants around his ankles, my naked body covered in his blood. She went into hysterics, unable to see that. I had done this not only for you but for her as well. Honestly, I didn't want to extinguish her light, but I guess your father was right about her defiance. She came at me screaming and I did what I had to do. I guess she deserved it too. After all, it wasn't only your father that kept your mind in the darkness of their cave. I was only glad that you were gone from the house for those hours. I didn't want you to see what I had done. It took time to clean everything up. You had been so confused to find them gone from the house when you came back. I hated lying to you, but it was for the best. We left that horrible mansion with nothing more than a bag apiece. I couldn't let you know that I had the contents of the wall safe in my bag. We simply went to the airport and got on a plane to the Maldives. You never asked where the money came from? And I didn't let you see, it was your mother's credit card. I was using it didn't matter because we were together in paradise. I know you didn't want to think about it too closely. Not with the crystal clear emerald waters stretching before us as we made our way to an over the water bungalow. It cost a fortune to be there for two weeks, but not once. Did you ask where the money came from? I think on some level you knew you certainly do now, as much fun as we had in that paradise. I think that's where you started drifting from. Me. There were dozens of eyes watching us as we strolled along the beach men lusting after our bodies. I gave them no attention. But you did. You liked that. They saw you, you who is now completely free halfway around the world, the shackles of your oppressions far away. You radiated in the eyes of everyone who saw you, do you think? I didn't notice how you looked at that one guy, the one with the toned muscles and the red Speedo, he had his eye on you something fierce and you responded to it in a way that was only meant to be for me. I saw you later that night walking with him on the dark beach. You thought you were so slick slipping a pill into my glass of champagne. So I'd sleep like the dead that night. I was there the whole time watching from the shadows. I watched as he undressed and took you. I seethed in rage as he mounted. You took you like a ***** in heat. You were so enthralled with each other that neither of you noticed me as I slipped in, completely oblivious as I dropped a few pills into the chilling champagne, the noises you made as you submitted to him, lit my blood on fire. But I waited. They call it blood lust, but that's not what I experienced that night. No. Blood lust is an uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others. I didn't want to hurt anyone. And what I did was done out of love. I came out of the shadows. Once you two passed out after drinking the champagne, I didn't hack him to pieces or make him suffer. I simply took a knife from the kitchen and slit his throat. It hadn't been my intention to leave the knife so close. To your hand. I just dropped it as his blood sprayed out from the artery. This wasn't blood lust, it was blood love. You came back to me hours later, frantic that you had killed him. I tried to comfort you, but you were crazy with guilt. You told me how you met him on the beach after I'd fallen asleep and enjoyed a long walk together. Then you told me something that I know didn't happen. You claimed that he started to get handsy and forced you on your knees. What I saw was you willingly go to your knees. But I kept that to myself. You claimed he dragged you to his bungalow and had his way with you the whole time you pleaded with him to stop. What I heard was you telling him not to stop. But again, I kept it to myself. You painted a picture of the assault and rape. So I held you close and told you it was going to be ok. Did you make it all up to justify what you think you did to him? Sure. I could have told you I did it. But I was afraid you'd cast me aside. We left that place for another paradise. But death kept following us. You'd go off with another man, wake up in his bed to a bloody corpse and come running to me. What was it? The fourth body? By the time you realized you weren't the one killing them. I knew you'd figure it out. Once I saw you'd stop drinking alcohol, water, did absolutely nothing to mask the pharmaceutical taste of the drugs. It was the next paradise we went to that. Flyers started showing up someone was targeting rich single men betting them then killing and robbing them the money I got from. Your parents was going to run out just like their credit limit did by the third paradise. I'd maxed out three of their cards. You stopped hooking up with random men and started watching me like a hawk. Did I scare you? Is that why we stopped making love? I only had eyes for you. Isn't that what every woman wants? That's all I ever wanted. You could see my devotion but it was too much for you to handle. You managed to get me that last time. one final drink together. I should have known what was going on. I was just too happy that we were sharing champagne with blissful smiles again. The drugs worked quickly and by the time I came to you were gone. So was your stuff and the last of the cash, it was a hefty sum enough to get you far away from me, but I was never far behind. I nearly caught up with you in Barcelona was just hours behind you in Athens and I nearly caught you in London, but completely lost you in Switzerland. It wasn't until you popped up in Paris. That I found you. Damn. That had been a freak accident too. I knew of your fondness for the Eiffel Tower and was about to enter when you came out, I stalked you for hours after that. Keeping a respectful distance. You met up with a woman outside of a cafe and had drinks with her on the patio. It had been a long time since I'd seen that smile. I just had to savor it. I bet you're wondering what happened to her, aren't you? Well, it doesn't matter now. No one will find her in time. She's buried somewhere slowly running out of air. Did you think her death would come as quickly as your male lovers? No, her death will be slow because she loved you only as I'm allowed to love you. U C I knew you'd would eventually come to Paris. You love French pastries and art. So it was only a matter of time I came here after Switzerland and began preparing for your inevitable arrival. You wouldn't believe the number of people that had to die so we could have this enormous palace to ourselves. How long has it been since the last time I held your face in my hands. My finger is entwined with your hair, your head resting in my lap. Oh How I wish it were still attached to your body. You promised me your heart once. So I've collected that, which is rightfully mine. I captured your soul. Within your still beating heart and placed it in a jar to keep for all of time, I will have a home on my shelf back in the States rightfully among the others already there. These are my Valentine gifts and I will keep them forever. Each of you were the love of my life. But you all left me eventually. Is it so wrong to love so completely the way I do, is it a crime to want to be the center of someone's world like each of you were to me? Why can't someone love me that completely? Maybe this time I'll wait a decent interval before finding my next love. I found you only a day after placing my most recent jar on the shelf. I hadn't been ready to find someone yet, but there you are your soul called out to me with such a beautiful song that it drowned out the fire of my blood love that was still burning me alive. I never thanked you for saving me. So I thank you. Now, how long is a decent interval before looking for my new love? I've been told that you should take two days for every month you were together. So that should be about a week and a half. If I'm going to be alone for that long, maybe I'll have some fun with you before you get cold. There are so many things I can do that I couldn't while you were still alive. I know you inside and out now. Not just metaphorically. I thought I knew everything about you, but it just goes to show that you never really know a person until you run your fingertips over the smooth surface of their brain. Did you know there was a small tumor in your brain? Maybe that's why you lied so much. Told me so many things that didn't happen with those other people. Or maybe I'm remembering it wrong again. I do that. Sometimes my doctor was working on trying to get my medication right. But I haven't seen her in months. I should probably make an appointment with her. Things get so confusing when I don't have my medication. She's told me that my mind plays tricks on me. Sometimes I'll remember conversations that never happened with people. I don't know I'll witness people doing or saying something, but my doctor tells me it was really me and my mind is lying to me. Oh, hello? You pretty redhead with the goldfish eyes. And what was your name again? I either don't know it or can't remember. Doesn't matter now. Hey, look. Is this your soul in a jar? Oh, I love souls. I think I'll add it to my shelf back home first. I have to figure out where I am and fire the maid. 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