To Love a Monster

[Mr. Scratch]

OOC Note: These are love notes that have been sent to Scratch. They are OOC knowledge only as are his reactions to them. Enjoy.

[Mr. Scratch]

Things had been going his way. Then again they usually did. It wasn't from sheer luck it was from proper planning. Scratch always ran every scenario he could imagine and worked everything he could to the best of his abilities. In a pleasant mood he settled down into his large leather chair and opened his emails. One struck him, a simple note and he couldn't help but smile at it enjoying it thoroughly.

“I don't know what you have done to me but every second away from you is too long. Just want you to know that I am thinking of you. You seem to be all I can think about. Love you babe.”

Scratch always took pleasure out of getting love notes.

[Mr. Scratch]

The older male slipped back into his office after the days work and moved over to sit down behind his desk and relax. Things had been moving so quickly, far more quickly than he had ever imagined. Leaning back into his chair he saw the black envelope sitting upon it and with slow curious motion he reached out and picked it up breaking the wax seal he recognized very well on the back. Licking his lips almost nervously the old mobster pulls out the blood red paper and looks over the stunning hand writing that flowed across the page.

"You are my darkest obsession, And my need is killing me, Insatiable and tormenting, You are my fantasy. I’m consumed by the promise of dreams, Enthralled by the image of you, I’d walk my way through hell itself And not know where I’m going to. I have become an addict That craves your every touch. To feel your lips against my skin. No cost is ever too much I cannot quench this thirst, Nor can I stop this fire, I have become a spectator On the sidelines of my desire. I beg of you with all my heart, Please never set me free, I love my dark obsession.... And the way you’re killing me...."

He read the words over and over again, unable to get enough of the dark twisted devotion. His lips pressed down against the paper gently and he breathed in deep, smelling her scent upon the note. Unable to understand what she had done to him he sits in pure shock. This woman had touched him more deeply than anything else ever had. She sparked emotions within himself he did not believe had existed and he knew he could not do without seeing her again. He may be her dark obsession but she was becoming his addiction. The drug he could never get enough of and never resist. Her passion was perfection and it was irresistible. All he could sit and think was "What has she done to me?" but deep down in those depths she had awoken he knew exactly what she had begun to do and he would not give it up.

[Mr. Scratch]

The older male walked back toward the Atrum Nex leaning on his dragon headed cane as he usually did. Looking up into the clear night he savored the sight of the stars and moon with a dark smirk thinking over the last couple of weeks. He loved the atrocities he committed and things people let him do to them.

He made no secrets about being a monster and horrible man and still they came. They all knew exactly what they were getting into beforehand because he told them. Some didn't believe him, some didn't realize just how rough and vicious it would be, but none could claim they didn't know what they were dealing with and nearly all of them came back for more of his abuse.

As he makes it to the steps of the Atrum Nex he saw a small black coffin and noticed it was addressed to him. He considered that it might be a bomb for a few moments but in the end his curiosity won out and he picked up the box to carry inside to his office. His fingers run over the dark polished wood slowly before he opens it to the gruesome little scene inside.

Displayed before him was a doll with a clear resemblance to himself. Himself if he'd be hacked and ripped open with decently detail organs and shattered bones. All across it was what looked like blood or fake blood, it was a good brand and dried it was rather hard to tell. The beautiful finish to the work of art were the still warm realistic blood red noodles that looked like intestines shoved inside the doll. They were shining and wet as real organs would be and they made Scratch's smile grow.

To top it all off there was a note penned in the black blood of a shadow that read "This is what I want to do to you. Someday I will and you will scream for me." To him it was quite clear someone had put a good deal of thought into this tormented little gift. He was a bit impressed and on some twisted level found it rather sweet. It was clear the sender felt powerful enough emotions for him to go to this length and that was a rather deep infatuation of one kind of another.

Some might be insulted and consider it a threat, some would be creeped out and consider the sender a stalker. Scratch was not like most people. Scratch found the love note very flattering and he had a very good guess who it was from.

[Mr. Scratch]

The older male sat in the Dragomir Temple relaxing back and looking over the alter. His dark dragon slitted in eyes flashed with thoughts and planning as he considered everything going on that demanded his attention.

All the different women were a nice distraction from the business to relax him, but in the end his mind always came back to Her. The only one who was starting to get under his skin. Just as he was thinking of all the women he laid with and tormented an email alert popped up on his phone. Rising he walked over to the computer and saw the title “Just Because”

“Just because I love you Just because I miss you Just because I can't stop thinking about you Just because I can't wait to be with you again and Just because i can. Love you Baby..Just because you are my everything.”

He lit a fresh cigar as he read the email and let thick clouds of smoke float up. Saving the document he closes it with a pleased chuckle. The little things always cheered him up.

[Mr. Scratch]

Sitting at his desk the old mobster worked on Atrum Nex business finishing up contract plans and some small changes he was making. On the whole his vision had come about just as he'd wanted it to when he'd approached Perry with the idea for it. All was running fairly smoothly.

He heard a knock at the door and quirked a curious eyebrow at it. Considering the late hour he wasn't sure who would be coming to see him but he rose all the same and walked over to open the door.

Standing there in a long black coat and tall heels with jet black hair falling almost to her ***, very pale skin and crystal blue eyes was a stunning human female. He could feel that she was bewitched and he was very curious exactly what was going on. “Hello Master” the woman murmurs in a low seductive voice that dripped with submission. The human walks into his office slowly rolling her hips with each step, as she passed she slipped a note into his hands that was addressed to him in beautiful flowing hand writing he knew all to well. He opens the note and reads it with a growing smile.

"Think of her as a box chocolates. She is a gift from me to you to enjoy as you will at your leisure but make her turn around before you do. She is enthralled and will do anything you ask. Make sure you clean up your mess. Thinking of you."

His love knew him perfectly. This was the reason he couldn't get her out of his head. She matched him on every dark twisted level and loved him for the monster he was. She had no desire to change him and was strong enough to handle all his torments. As he looked back up from note the woman had dropped her coat and was standing in the middle of his office with her back to him. Carved deep into her flesh all the way down her back in the same tight beautiful handwriting was a stunning love note.

“Your breath is fire upon my neck, Your very touch burns into my skin, Your gaze leaves scars upon my soul, Damned by my wanton sins… I am unable to ever deny you, My abandon is now complete, Exquisite pain and licentious lust, Damned by my darkest need… I love that your love is impure, How I long for your evil intent. The emptiness of your soul absorbs me, Damned because I will not repent… Imprisoned by my own wicked desires, Enslaved by your black lifeless heart, My hell is always to love you, Damned if we’re ever to part.”

He walks over slowly and caresses across the words with a devotion any who knew him well would find very odd. It had nothing to do with the attractive human and everything to do with the message, gift, and the one who had sent them. This woman had worked her way inside him and won him just as much as he'd captured her own heart. The cruel old man loved her, and deep down he knew he'd have it no other way. His lips press slow kisses over the words before he steps back and a vicious violence fills his dark gaze. He was going to enjoy this gift thoroughly and do exactly as his lover had intended. It would be a long day for the poor human.

[Mr. Scratch]

There was deep satisfaction in his features as he settled in to rest. He'd spent the day with the woman who made him feel in ways he had not before, the only one he couldn't ever get enough of. The older male relaxed back in his chair and let his eyes slip closed with a contented sigh. He'd actually dozed off for a few moments then he heard a knock at the door. Rubbing his face as he rose the tattooed man yawned softly and opened it to see what was going on.

The scene before his eyes made him think he was dreaming. Very little could surprise the old mobster but this did it. There in the hallway was a midget in a pink panda suit, with cat ears and a giant flower tiara, and a coconut bra with a grass hula skirt on over the panda suit. For one of the very few times in his life Scratch was left speechless. The hired man pulls out a letter and begins reading it.

"Dear, S. – This is __________ by the way,

I’ve been thinking about your cane lately... Oh the cane, how you use it with your strong arms to keep your body up. Mmm yours arm, how often I dream about them around my waist and your briskly cheeks and chin nuzzling it’s way over the skin of my neck and shoulders. How your rustic voice manages to make me shiver each time you whisper in my ear “I love your fine little ***” I’m shivering now just imagining it.

I like how you smell like cigar, since well you always have one in your mouth around me and damn is it ever HOT. It makes my blood boil each time you run your fingers down the length of it – I imagine it’s my legs and how often you enjoy toying with my tattoo.

I love our shopping trips, and seeing you in a Speedo, you look so manly in it – Such confidence while strutting around the store showing off your body. Mmm, your body, you know how to make a girl giggle while trapping me in your arms and holding it against mine... Mmm... Mr. Scratch, were art thou Mr. Scratch."

By the time the smaller man had finished reading the letter Scratch was nearly in the floor laughing. It was a good thing he didn't need to breath because in those moments there was no chance that he could. This was without a doubt the most hilarious love note he'd received. He was quite sure that had been its intention and it was a prime example of why he enjoyed its writers company and considered her one of his closest friends.

Though he was still laughing quite hard he got himself under control enough to give the courier a very large tip for his trouble and accepted the note in its written form. This wouldn't be a day he'd soon forget and he decided he'd have to be sure to thank the author of the note for the entertainment next time he saw her before calling up his lover to tell her about it, knowing she'd get a good laugh from it too.