Chapter Thirty-Two: Nootau
To the Pain
Heady anticipation gave a little kick to Nootau's step, but first he needed to find a spot to talk to Dario. The upper hall imbibed a false sense of security for Nootau with its at-ease personnel and their dismissive glances. He was someone they expected him to be--Sigmund. And he was, outwardly at least. Though a small part of the man's spirit rode alongside Nootau's heart, and the enthusiasm it danced with only encouraged him. Like Sigmund wanted the blood-letting as much, if not more than, Nootau.
Sigmund wanted blood. Blood for blood.
They turned out of the lab and went to the elevator, Dario walking side by side with Nootau in companionable silence, de facto leading the way to wherever Dr. Bellamy's office was. A ping sounded followed by a swoosh of the metal doors opening. They stepped in with Dario immediately sighing and stabbing the G4 button.
Oh, so someone important. Or somewhat important.
"Dr. Bellamy ist ein völliger Arsch."
They fell into an empty silence, shifting back and forth until they came to a stutter and stop followed by a ping. The doors swooshed open with a brightly lit hall stretching out before them. Dario stepped out, hands in pockets, head down, and striding along at a determined pace.
"Dario!" Nootau wasn't sure why he called out to him, except for the fact they would end up in Dr. Bellamy's office without actually needing to be there. He began rapidly speaking in German hoping he wasn't talking out his ass. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Uh." Nootau began looking around the hall for room to pull Dario into. "I was wondering if we could talk."
Dario raised his eyebrows, a cautiousness seeping into his eyes. He licked his lips. "You want to talk?"
Nootau nodded. "I have some... needs."
"These needs are a little unusual."
They most certainly are, walker.
We will bathe in blood.
Thanks to the walker.
"Unusual?" Dario said, frowning.
"And All the Bits & Pieces may be able to help me."
The tautness in Dario's body fell away. Replaced by a wicked smile turning the corners of his mouth. His tongue snaked out and wetted his lips again. "Oh, I see." Dario's head rose and he looked around. He motioned to a door. "I think we can discuss business in here."
Slipping into the darkened room, Nootau focused on the rapid beating of their heart. The thrum of energy curling around it excited them. They gloried in the upcoming confrontation. Fooling Dario into exposing himself thrilled them. How they will soak in his blood.
Blood for blood.
Dario leaned against the desk in the room. "So, your needs."
"Yes, I was wondering..."
How quickly you can kill him, walker?
"We have a variety of sources for our products," Dario said as he settled in. "We have people all over the Americas, working in conjunction with us to provide fresh products as much as possible."
"Best way to make some of our products. Some of them are just drafts and powders, but the skin treatments are best when applied wet."
If you reach out now, how easy could you snap his neck? It would, and Nootau's fingers itched to wrap around the Dario's neck. They craved being able to see the life drain out of Dario's eyes as his last breaths escaped him. A shudder of excitement ran through Nootau--them—him. A stain settled over Nootau's soul—black, unforgiving, heavy. He wanted to collapse.
"Are you treating a nerve issue or a skin issue? Aging Effects?" Dario asked blithely. A leer appeared on his face. "Or maybe potency?"
"Um." Potency? Nootau hadn't heard that one before. Breathing hurt. Every breath took more of the sludge inside.
"It really would help me if I knew what you needed to treat."
"Ah, a little harder to treat I'm afraid, since we need fresh skin treatments and some meal supplements." Dario shook his head, squinting. "Sword hand?"
Somehow Nootau managed to nod despite the roar in his ears. Do you soul stealers taste good, walker?
Blood for blood. Black sludge pulled at him, covered Nootau. Stole his breath.
Drink everything, walker. Drown in his blood.
Dario looked up at Nootau through his lashes, probably trying for seductive but failing to hide the calculating gaze he had. "It's not cheap."
"I can pay."
The leer came back. "It's hard to get fresh supplies. They're expensive."
"I'm good for the money."
"My, my, aren't we desperate." Dario closed in on Nootau, and pulled on his armor, bringing them closer. "But I have a reliable source from the Menominee."
"Near Camp Stone?" Fuck.
"Why yes?" Dario slid his index finger along Nootau's jaw. A chuckle escaped Dario when he felt Nootau tremble. "Someone has been doing their research. I like that in a man. The Menominee have some strong heritage to draw upon."
"I think we can do some business." Dario let out a throaty purr.
"I'd like that." Hate coiled in Nootau's stomach. If he hadn't known the blackness inside Dario, he'd be trying to fuck him. They mirrored each other now. Maybe they were just right for one another. The purr stirred things inside them.
He is attractive.
All willing and able. Maybe we should taste him.
After we beat him.
All Nootau wanted to do was pound the asshole into the ground, so he grabbed Dario's wrists, smiled and butted the asshole's head. A satisfying crack followed. Dario cried out and tried to step back, but they weren't going to let him escape. Blood flowed from Dario's nose down his mouth and chin.
Want and need roiled together, driving Nootau--them. He yanked on Dario's wrists with a firm hand. The asshole stumbled forward, just in time for his crotch to meet Nootau's knee. Another satisfying cry filled the room.
"What! Crazy asshole!"
Nootau let go.
Dario doubled over, spewing anger. "Asshole! Idiot! Motherfuc—"
Nootau brought his hands up, locked them together, and dropped them down hard on Dario's back. The jerk fell to the floor with a gasp. Nootau raised his fists.
"You are going to pay—"
And brought his fists down. Over and over. On Dario's back, his shoulders, his head. But it wasn't enough. The blood spatters were too small. The asshole's cries not enough. They craved for more.
Nootau drew back his foot and kicked. The loud, heavy thwack filled the room as boot connected to stomach.
Now that is more like it.
You could do so much more, walker.
Make him beg.
They rolled Dario over and sat on top of him, pinning him. Whimpers and moans escaped him as tears tracked down the fucker's cheeks.
"Why me?" Dario said repeatedly. "Why now?"
Nootau spat on him, struggling to keep everything level, and leaned in. "Make no mistake. I'm not Rubrum Lux, asshole."
"What?" Dario's whimpers halted abruptly. His eyes wide and wet. Under different circumstances they would enjoy that look a little more.
"You'd think you'd know your product when you saw it, Dario."
Confusion was quickly replaced by panic. "Walker? You're a filthy walker?"
"Now, now, name calling really doesn't become you."
Dario wriggled and bucked, yelling more obscenities.
Nootau sat down harder and got in a few solid punches to Dario's face. That put a stop to his feeble attempt to unseat them. He pulled the dagger from Sigmund's boot and pressed it against Dario's throat.
"You have a contact at Camp Stone."
"Fuck you." Though the words sounded more like 'funk du.'
"I want a name, or names."
Dario stared at them, breathing hard through his mouth.
"We know your husband and brother-in-law are helping you."
Dario ground his teeth together. Since the asshole decided he didn't want to talk, maybe they needed to help the conversation along. A bit of incentive for Dario before Nootau blew it.
"You think I won't go after them?"
"I want your contact at Camp Stone."
Dario shook his head.
"Then we do this the hard way."
"I can take it." Though the claim seemed to be little more than bluster. Asshole did try to puff up his chest a bit.
"Oh, my darling Dario." They laughed. Their blood sang. The next part would be so much fun. "You really think I'm just going to beat you?"
The bravado wavered.
"No, no, no." They leaned forward and kissed Dario's mouth. The blood tasted so good. "We're going to take it to the pain."
"Pain?" Dario's eyes glistened. A flush developed across his cheeks.
Another time we could enjoy that look.
"Yes, pain." They licked the blood on Dario's chin. They used their thumb to caress Dario's jaw. Careful not to knick him with the knife in their hand.
One of those enticing whimpers fell from the asshole.
"Like this." And as they said it, they pulled up on the knife just below Dario's ear.
A thrilling gush of blood and screams followed.