William drove the dusty white van through the Mojave Desert at close to a hundred miles an hour. The Marshall Mathers LP was playing at maximum volume. William was really pushing it along Route 15, heading toward Vegas, the next stop on their tour. The van was an ingenious idea. It was a damn bloodmobile with all the requisite1 Red Cross stickers. He and Michael were actually certified2 to take blood from anyone who volunteered to give it. ‘It’s up ahead a couple of miles/William told his brother, who was sitting with one bare leg out the open window. ‘What’s up ahead? Prey3, I hope. I’m bored out of my skull4. I need to feed. I’m thirsty. I don’t see anything up there.’ Michael whined5 like the spoiled rotten teenager that he was. ‘Don’t pull any Slim Shady shit on me. I don’t see a thing up ahead.’ ‘You will soon,’ William said mysteriously. “This should snap you out of your funk. I promise it will.’
Minutes later, the van pulled into a commercial parachute center known as a drop zone. Michael sat up, whooped6 loudly and beat on the dashboard with the palms of his hands. He was such a boy. ‘I feel the need for speed,’ Michael yelled, doing his best imitation of the young Tom Cruise.
The two brothers had been parachuting since they got out of prison. It was one of the best legal highs around, and it took their mind off killing7. They hopped8 out of the van and headed inside a flat-roofed concrete building that had definitely seen better decades.
William paid twenty dollars directly to the pilot for a ride in a Twin Otter9 plane. There were two of them sitting near the tiny runway at the airstrip, but there was only one pilot and no one else at the parachute center.
The pilot was a dark-haired girl not much older than William. Early twenties at most. She had a tight sexy body but a mean little weasel’s face with badly pocked cheeks. He could tell that she liked his and Michael’s looks, but hey, who wouldn’t? ‘No boards, so you’re not sky surfing. What are you boys into?’the pilot asked in a strong southwestern accent. ‘Name’s Callie, by the way.’
‘We’re into just about everything!’ Michael volunteered and laughed. ‘I mean that too, Callie. I’m serious. We’re into just about everything that’s worth getting into.’
‘I don’t doubt it,’ Callie said, and held Michael’s eye for a few seconds.’Well, let’s do it then,’she said, and they climbed up into the Otter.
Less than ninety seconds later, the small plane was pounding down the hardscrabble runway. The brothers were laughing and hollering at the top of their voices.
‘You guys really seem pumped up, I’ll give you that. You’re free fallers, right? You’re both certifiable,’Callie shouted over the airplane noise. She had a throaty rasp that William found, frankly10, a little irritating. He wanted to rip a gaping11 hole in her neck, but he resisted the urge.
‘Among other things, yes. Take her up to sixteen thousand/William shouted back to her.
‘Whoa! Thirteen thousand’s plenty. You know, temperature at thirteen thousand feet’s under forty degrees. You lose ‘bout three degrees every thousand feet. Hypoxia sets in at sixteen. Too much for you thin-skinned boys.’
‘We’ll tell you when it’s too much for us. We’ve done this kind of thing before,’ said Michael, a little angry now, his teeth bared, but maybe she took it for a seductive little smile. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened.
William slid the pilot another twenty dollars. ‘Sixteen thousand,’ he said. ‘Trust me. We’ve been there before.’
‘Okay, you’ll be the ones with frostbitten fingers and ears/ Callie told them.’I warned you/ ‘We’re hot-bodied boys. Don’t worry about us. You an experienced pilot?’
Callie grinned.’Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we. Let’s just say that I’m probably not losing my cherry up here.’ William watched the gauges12 to make sure she took them high enough. At sixteen thousand feet, the Otter leveled off smoothly13. Not too much wind up there today and a view to die for. The plane was practically flying itself.
“This is not a real good idea, guys,’ the pilot warned again. ‘It’s cold as a motherfucker out there.’
‘It’s a great idea! And so is this
He took her on the spot, biting deeply into Callie’s exposed throat. He held her neck firmly with his teeth and strong jaw14 and began to drink, to feed at sixteen thousand feet.
It was the height of sado-eroticism. Callie screamed and kicked, struggled fiercely, but she couldn’t get him off. Bright red blood splattered around the cockpit. He was so powerful. She tried desperately15 to get out of her cramped16 pilot’s seat and dislocated her hip17. Her knees cracked against the instrument panel several times, and then they stopped suddenly. Her brown eyes glazed18 over and became still as stones. She gave in. Both of them drank her blood greedily. They fed quickly and efficiently19, but couldn’t come close to draining the prey inside the cockpit.
William then opened the plane’s door. He was struck with a blast of freezing cold air.’C’moni’he yelled. The two brothers jumped out of the plane - free falling.
It wasn’t an appropriate name for what they were experiencing.
The sensation wasn’t like falling, it was more like flying your body. When the two of them went horizontal, they were soaring at about sixty miles an hour. But when they went vertical20, they zoomed21 up to over a hundred, closer to a hundred and twenty, William figured. The thrill was incredible, absolutely amazing to experience. Their bodies trilled like tuning22 forks. Callie’s fresh blood was still pumping through their systems. The rush was otherworldly.
At those speeds, the slightest leg movement to the left jolted23 the body to the right.
They got vertical quickly, and stayed that way. Almost all the way down.
They hadn’t pulled the cords on their chutes yet. That was the best thrill of all: the possibility of sudden, unexpected death. The wind pushed and pulled incredibly against their bodies.
The only sound they heard was the wind.
This was ecstasy24.
They still hadn’t opened their chutes. How long could they wait?
How long?
The only thing missing, the only thing that kept this from being close to perfect, William was thinking, was the absence of pain. Pain made any experience better. Pain was the secret to pleasure which so few understood. He and Michael did though.
Finally, they pulled the cords, and they couldn’t have waited a second more. The chutes opened, yanked hard at their bodies. The ground was flying up at them.
They landed and rolled, just in time to see the Twin Otter crash and burn, maybe a mile away in the desert.
‘No evidence,’William said smugly, his eyes glazed with pleasure and excitement. “That was such fun.’
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