elodie hunt (iaminfinite) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-06-05 16:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, cameron, cameron x elodie, elodie |
Who: Elodie and Cam
When: Evening, Tuesday, January 23
Where: Elodie’s house
Status: complete
It had been one of the best weeks of Elodie’s life. She had felt invincible for the past few weeks but this week was something new. Something different. It wasn’t lost on her that so many people around were suffering from something, but it hadn’t occurred to her until late last night that maybe it was her. Her mom had taken her grandmother to the hospital and had yet to return. Elodie didn’t care all that much. She knew something was coming, something meant for her, and she couldn’t let anyone else get in the way of that. If someone were to ask her what she was expecting exactly, Elodie wasn’t sure she would be able to tell them. Only that it was powerful. It might have made her sound crazy, but she didn’t give a shit about that either.
Her mom had yet to come home from the hospital when Elodie texted Cam to come over. Unlike so many others, he hadn’t gotten sick. Most of her classes were empty today with students calling off. Teachers too. It was amusing as hell. Served all of them right, if you asked her.
But Cam seemed just fine, actually, except maybe angrier than normal, but that didn’t bother Elodie. She quite liked it when he was pissed off, if she was being honest. So when he texted that he was there, Elodie rushed upstairs from her bedroom in the den and threw open the front door to pull him inside. “Took you long enough,” she said, though she wasn’t really irritated.
Cam was energized by the atmosphere in town lately. Everything that didn’t directly affect him generally went right over his head, but this felt different. It was like fear and uncertainty thickened to the point that he could breathe it into his lungs, and it tasted amazing. It put him in mind of what life had been like for a while in Kill Devil Hills, before his parents had gathered a clue and shipped him off here. People had been terrified of the things that had been happening, the rapes, the murders, the miasma of evil that tainted the air, and it had all been him. No one had known, but it had made him feel powerful. Lately he felt both powerful and angry, and he didn’t give a shit about anything, not school, not sports, not popularity. The only one who seemed to catch his vibe was Elodie. There was something different about her too lately, and he liked it.
When he got to Elodie’s and she yanked him into the house, his immediate move was to back her up and slam her into the closest wall. “So what?” he said, his voice dead calm but something darker beneath the tone. “We got a schedule to keep?” He gazed down at her, not even sure what he wanted anymore. No, he knew what he wanted. The same things he’d had in North Carolina. It got harder and harder to resist with each day that passed.
It wasn't the first time she had been pushed into a wall, but she liked it this time. Like all of the others she could feel the energy pouring out of him. Except his was stronger than most of the kids left at school. Elodie felt like the only thing she could suck dry at this point was his cock. He'd probably enjoy that though. No, he definitely would. He was a guy, after all. She smirked up at him. "I think we do actually. I don't think time is on our side, anyway. Or at least not on your side. I don't really know, to be honest. Not that it matters much." Elodie gripped his jacket. "You feel like you want to beat me up, or something."
“Nothing matters much,” Cam agreed. He’d been sleeping like shit for the past week or so, restless, angry, wondering if he was going to be able to keep a grip on himself until the end of senior year. Right now it wasn’t seeming likely. He’d thought if he could just make it until graduation, then Angus would give him a shitload of money and he could take a long trip, get some of this out of his system. Maybe then he’d feel better. Cam pressed against her harder, effectively pinning her to the wall and not overly concerned with whether he might be hurting her. He stared at her face as if memorizing it, fascinated by something he saw in her expression. “Not you,” he breathed. “Wouldn’t say no to beating anyone else.”
He might have been hurting her a little, but Elodie didn't mind a little bit of pain, obviously. And she could feel the tension in Cam's body, like maybe he was a ticking bomb, ready to explode. She just hoped she would get to witness it when he did. "You think there's a number to call? A helpline to find a masochist for you to punch?" Elodie grinned. Her hand moved down to grab his crotch, although not too hard. "Or an app, like Tinder. I can't give you someone to beat up but I can give you whatever else you want." Not that she had much beyond alcohol and some of her mom's prescription meds. She had taken to selling some at school for extra cash, but she still had plenty.
“Too bad there’s not,” Cam mumbled. If not for the fact that he lived in a very small town, he could imagine using Tinder or even Grindr to find people to hurt, terrify or more. The thought had occurred to him before. One day, he told himself. One day he’d be out of here, roaming free to do whatever he wanted. He smirked as she grabbed his junk, easing his weight off of her just a little, not wanting to literally crush her. “We could slam down some booze and fuck in your mom’s bed,” he suggested. “Then go out and burn something down, unless you got any better ideas.” Suddenly he felt like the night had possibilities.
Elodie felt like someone was missing out on a million dollar idea there. A fight club app. Find people to beat the shit out of. Of course, Cam may not want someone to fight back. His suggestion of fucking in her mom's bed had Elodie barking out a laugh, but she nodded, especially since she liked the idea of burning something down after. Her mom would beat the shit out of Elodie if she knew what her daughter was up to, but Elodie didn't care. She was used to her mom's fists, after all. "Come on," she said, shoving Cam so she could push away from the wall and go into the kitchen to grab one of her mom's bottles of liquor. "Do you want vodka or whiskey?"
“Whiskey, always,” Cam said, shrugging off his jacket and following her. He’d never been inside Elodie’s house before, not that it was much to look at. He hadn’t expected it to be given where he lived. He thought a girl like Elodie deserved so much more than she had; it was one of those situations where life would be much better once one grew up and got out on their own. She was brave and didn’t give a shit and he thought she’d do great once she was out of this town. Maybe he’d even help her. Who knew what would happen after graduation? He leaned against the counter once he’d checked it for reasonable cleanliness, curious as to what kind of whiskey she’d produce.
Elodie went into the kitchen to grab the open bottle of cheap whiskey. There was a little under half a bottle left, but that would probably be more than enough for both of them. She had already popped a Xanax earlier, so she was feeling more than good. Elodie was aware that she probably didn't need the pills anymore, everything was coming at her like a natural high, but some habits were hard to break. With the bottle in hand, she grabbed Cam's hand to lead him up the small staircase to her mom's room. It was tiny with only a full bed, but that would work. It smelled of stale cigarette smoke and the ashtray on the nightstand was full of cigarette butts. Her mom's prescription bottles were there as well, most of them empty.
She had no idea when her mom would be home, but she didn't care. "Here," she told Cam, handing him the bottle of whiskey before she pulled her shirt off. Maybe she could get him to choke her a little while he was fucking her. "Don't drink so much that you can't get it up."
“No worries at all,” Cam said, taking a deep swig. “I’m good to go.” He found a spot to place the whiskey bottle and shrugged out of his jacket and toed off his shoes. He’d noticed lately that when he was around Elodie he felt more like himself than he had since he’d been living here. She didn’t seem to give one single fuck about anything, and that made him wonder how she’d react to things he’d done or might do in the future. The whole line of thought was intriguing to him. His shirt was discarded next and then his pants once he’d snagged the condom he had in his pocket. Many high school boys would have been nervous at the prospect of a parent coming home unexpectedly, but that wasn’t dissuading Cam at all. His cock tented out the front of his briefs nicely as he tore open the little packet.
He was always good to go, which was something Elodie really liked about him, Cam had stamina, that was for sure. Discarding the rest of her clothes, Elodie reached out to yank down his briefs to get his cock free. Her heart was thundering in her chest from arousal and the possibility of her mom coming home. It was always exciting, thinking they could get caught. Elodie wrapped her fingers around his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before she scooted back onto the bed. She was more than ready herself, that was for damn sure. "Come on," she breathed, growing impatient now, like if he didn't get inside of her immediately she might start to scream.
Cam covered himself, letting the condom wrapper fall to the floor and kicking off his briefs as he walked, intent on pouncing Elodie as fast as humanly possible. He did just that, landing on her and pushing her higher on the bed but using his hands and one knee to brace himself because it wouldn’t be that sexy to knock all the breath out of her. In this situation, at least. The urgency was hot, their clothes all over the floor, lights on, nothing mattering except getting to it immediately. His mouth fastened onto hers as he drove himself home, exhaling a groan at how fucking good it felt.
Elodie's legs wrapped around Cam's waist immediately, her hands at his back to grope and scratch. She arched instinctively at that first thrust, moaning against his mouth at how fucking good it felt. Elodie rocked her hips to his, not wanting him to ease up on the intensity. She wanted it hard and sweaty, especially laying in the middle of her mom's bed. One of the nice things about Cam is he never took it easy or treated her like she might break. He gave her exactly what she wanted, and she liked to think she did the same with him.
Cam liked that Elodie wasn’t dainty. He could give her a good hard fuck without her accusing him of hurting her. At times, rough could be a great quality. “Yes, fuck,” he moaned, pushing harder against her at every point of contact. The sweat, the sound of their bare skin slapping together, even the messy room and someone else’s dirty sheets-- as well as the risk of being caught-- did it for him. The bed creaked loudly and he pounded harder, finding himself close to coming already.
Sometimes Elodie had no idea if she was going to come or not, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy what they were doing. Cam was the only boy she'd found so far who liked things the way she did. Nothing seemed to be off limits with him. Plus, she could taste his energy and it was addictive. Strong and angry and it fed her like no one else at school had. Elodie was digging her nails into the small of his back, crying out as her orgasm began to throb wildly in her core. She hadn't even noticed that her mom had come home, had stomped up the stairs, and stood in the doorway, watching. At least before she shrieked. It startled Elodie but as soon as her eyes found her mom's, she began to laugh. The risk of getting caught was always hot, but had they ever gotten caught? The fury on her mom's face only fueled Elodie's laughter further, which only enraged Tamara more.
Tamara had begun screaming obscenities, using the shoe in her hand to start beating at the both of them, but mostly Cam. Elodie couldn't do much about it but... laugh. It was like a dirty comedy somehow and she was pretty sure if Tamara had a gun somewhere in the house she would have used it on Cam already.
The initial shriek was like a trigger; Cam was completely unaware there was anything out of the ordinary going on one second, and the next second his impending orgasm shook him. He really would’ve been pissed if he hadn’t gotten to come, and he actually was pissed when the heel of a shoe began thudding into his back and ass. He didn’t even get to enjoy any fucking afterglow, as much as could be had in this situation at least. He pulled himself off of Elodie, his erection not yet faded, not seeming to care that he was naked except for the condom in front of her mother. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he bellowed, the fury that seemed to be always boiling just beneath the surface rising instantly. “You hit me with that shoe again and you’ll wish you didn’t, bitch.”
It shouldn't have been funny to see her mom try to beat Cam to death with a shoe, but he was naked and still semi-hard and it was just an amusing image. Of course, the humor began to die inside of her as she fed off of Cam's anger. It fueled her own and she sat up with an intense surge of hatred for her mother. Tamara had pretty much lost her mind, her own rage driving her actions as she threw the shoe at Cam's head before reaching for anything else within sight to chuck at him. Obscenities flew from her mouth and Elodie wasn't sure she had ever seen such a dead, dark look in her mom's eyes before. She eagerly wondered if one of them would kill the other. "Kill her," Elodie murmured, not sure if Cam heard her or not, but she got to her knees, her skin flushed with excitement. "Please."
Any normal person would have at least glanced at another one who told them to kill someone, at the very least to try and decide if they were serious, but Cam was far from normal. It didn’t even occur to him to think about consequences, about what might happen when or if Point Pleasant resumed its ordinary state of weird. It felt amazing not to care. The second he heard the words kill her fall from Elodie’s lips, it was as if a switch had been flipped. He deftly caught the small yet heavy lacquered box Elodie’s mom had just thrown and whipped it back at her, his unerring aim causing the woman to shriek again and fall back as it hit her shoulder. He strode toward her before she could grab something else to throw, his hands wrapping around her neck as he slammed her into the nearest wall, head hitting with a thunk. Next he began to squeeze, determined to choke the life out of her. He’d done it this way once before, and he knew how long to apply pressure, how tight to hold, what to expect.
Elodie supposed she should have been surprised when Cam complied with her request, but she knew deep down he'd do it. He had a dark side to him and wasn't that part of the reason why she was drawn to him in the first place? Elodie felt no empathy or concern when her mom began to struggle, trying to scratch at Cam's wrists as she tried to gasp for oxygen. Her mom deserved it and this felt like the perfect time to finally get rid of her. If her grandma died in the hospital, then Elodie would be free from all of this and that was what she wanted more than anything. Given the way Cam's muscles were straining as he strangled her mother, Elodie didn't think it would take very long to finish. She grabbed the bottle of liquor they had brought to the bedroom and took a sip, her eyes never leaving the two of them.
The struggling only made Cam tighten his grip, and soon he felt something give way in her neck. Windpipe caving in, maybe. He was completely focused and also aware of Elodie’s eyes on him. She never seemed to change her mind or ask him to stop, and he had a feeling that now it was too late, anyway. It didn’t matter. What was one more dead person, one more person he’d killed? There were plenty of ways and means to get rid of a corpse in this town, even if he hadn’t done it before here. He’d thought about it. Finally, he let go and watched Elodie’s mother’s body slide down the wall and into a heap on the floor like a bag of trash. Turning around, he padded in her direction and held out his hand in a silent request for the bottle.
Elodie thought maybe she would feel something as she watched the life fade from her mother's eyes. But there was nothing. It was what it was. She would have been dead soon enough anyway. Everyone in this town was going to die, Cam included. But it had been hot to watch Cam strangle her mother with his own, bare hands and Elodie handed him the bottle before sliding her hands over his chest and down to his hips. "Now what?" she asked, grinning up at him from where she knelt on the bed. "What're we going to do with her?"
After a long drink from the bottle, Cam said, “First we’re gonna get her out of here because she fucking stinks.” People often pissed and shit themselves while dying violently, and that had certainly been the case this time. “I’m gonna go get my uncle’s truck and we’re gonna dump her in Blackwater Woods.” He paused, his level, completely unconcerned gaze holding hers. “Ever since I first moved here, I knew if I ever killed anybody in this town, that’s where I’d dump ‘em.” Gloves on hands, dark of night to shove a body out into the thick trees and it was entirely possible they’d never be found.