WHO Freyr and Doppel!Freyr, then Freyja WHEN Monday WHERE Freyr’s home, then Freyja’s apartment WHAT someone needs to be killed again, and then off to warm the new apartment WARNINGS murder, and possibly smut, not at the same time.
Freyr opened his eyes. He had a splitting headache centered behind his left eye, and his throat was so dry it was sticking together. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had the taste of water on his tongue, or food in his belly. Just this, in the dark, arms numb and locked behind his back, ankles tied, and a rope between them preventing much movement at all. His very bones ached, a deep ache of dormant pain.
It was cold, but the deathly chill was gone from the air. He estimated that Winter was over and Spring was coming at last. Up in the world of the living, the garden would be blooming with the first daffodils and bluebells and crocuses, bulb flowers coming up in parks and spreading their colour after the winter frost. Pink and white blossoms would fill the air, which would be milder and kinder to walk in. Spring rains would fall and soften the ground for planting.
His mind felt scrambled, his memories in a fog. He wasn’t sure how long he lay there until he heard footsteps above and the key turn in the basement door. He closed his eyes and lay still, hoping that perhaps he could play dead and be left alone.
“I know you’re awake, dickhole,” came his own voice from behind, followed by a savage kick that produced an involuntary cry of pain. “See. I know these things. We’ve gotta make this quick today. Places to be.”
The copycat walked around Freyr and looked down at him with a smirking grin, lowering himself down into a squat. The knife flicked around his fingers. Freyr looked back at him, weakly, burning with hatred and drowning in despair.
“Guess where I’m going today,” said the copy in a sing-song tone. “I’m going to visit beautiful Freyja’s new apartment. We are going to drink and sit in the sauna and then she is going to suck every inch of this cock down her gorgeous throat. I fucked her, you know. Her pussy felt so fucking good.”
Freyr would have spat on him if he’d had any saliva to speak of. Instead he glowered, his breath rasping in his throat.
“Nothing to say? Fine. Disappointing, I’d hoped we could’ve had a bit more banter by now. Oh well, better get this out of the way and then I can go and fuck your sister’s face. I mean- my sister.”
This time the knife went in a dozen times, stabbed into Freyr’s chest and shoulder and stomach, and the demon stepped back as Freyr convulsed with pain, blood pooling underneath him.
“Love to stay and watch you die, but I need a shower. Toodles.”
Freyr felt blood running up into his mouth as his lungs filled with it. Death was coming to take him again, and he could do nothing but gurgle and hack and listen to the footsteps above. Finally, the front door slammed and it was silent.
He looked upwards, and with his dying breath, cried out, “Freyja, help me!”
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The doppelganger Freyr was dressed down from the business suit he’d been wearing on his last visit, sporting jeans, a bomber jacket over a teeshirt, and aviators. He made his way up to the door of Freyja’s new apartment.
Funny how the smell of blood lingered, even after a shower. He knew he was clean, but he felt like he had to keep checking, like Freyja might notice it on him. But what was he worried about anyway? Nobody had suspected a damned thing so far, not a whisper at all. He’d fucked Freyja and she had taken every inch of him and not given her cat’s erratic behaviour a moment’s further thought.
Better avoid that fucking cat. He hated cats.
Pressing the buzzer, he glanced up at the security camera and smoothed back his hair with a grin, holding up the bag containing the promised housewarming gift.