College dropout Cain K. Abel wandered the countryside searching for a purpose and found it in the small town of Sweethill, Montana, where he met the woman with mounting blood lust who would be his wife and came to own the house within which all kinds of hell, some of it truly otherworldly, would be un-leased.
Cain K. Abel never knew anyone or anywhere that he couldn’t readily walk away from, and his general discontentment with his fellow man and wanderlust carry him from his boyhood home in Connecticut to Los Angeles to the small town of Sweethill, Montana, where he meets hometown party girl Claudia Gene Aldarki and falls in love. He wants to take her with him as his traveling companion, but despite her loose style of life, she’s a good girl at heart and intensely close to her homespun family and unwilling to leave them behind.
He caters to her wishes against his own and his imagination begins to wander and he begins to write and becomes published. He buys a house in which for them to live, and it is the first piece of property that he has ever been able to afford or has really at all wanted to. While tearing up the old rug and the far older linoleum in the living room he discovers within the pages of the fifty year old newspapers which had been laid to protect the floor from its covering the story of a local man named Cain Kay Abel who had killed his wife with a hatchet in their bedroom one night for no apparent reason, and he and Claudia know that they have to locate the murder site if still it stands.
They explore the weary weather-beaten remains of the crime scene and make love upon its bloodstained floor and each is entranced to a different degree by its dark charms and changed afterwards on account of them. His writing grows ever darker and grows legs and she finds her long running vampire fantasy that she has been afraid to share with him to be screaming at her relentlessly and she reclaims her adolescent habit of bloodletting. In her youth she had cut herself out of self-loathing, whereas this time she does so out of uncontrollable sexual desire. She works her way up to introducing this element into their lovemaking by steadily expanding the kinkiness it hosts, and her first attack upon him with one of the razorblades that she has taken to using religiously in out of the way places upon herself and her ravaged teeth leaves him with a savage hickey and leaves her with an unquenchable thirst for his blood.
His increasing success and her increasing obsession with him and bloodletting lead them to ever maddening turbulence, betrayal, hardcore drug addiction, and a conclusion marked by a twisted revelation not to be missed.
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His eyelids felt lead heavy and he had spent the better part of the last hour and a half using his typewriter as a pillow, yet he was unable to avoid noticing her condition and environment from the hallway outside of the bedroom. Foremost he panicked upon seeing her and the bedding draped in blood and thought that perhaps she had (as she had often dreamed of doing) slashed her wrists or somewhere similar. He raced to her side where he discovered that her wrists and other vital parts were not among the regions she had blessed with the presence of her razorblade, and he awoke her with his examination of the damage which she had ravaged her body with. The picture was akin to two members of a band performing a song together, but not the same song or one in the same key or rhythm.
“What the fuck is this shit?!?” he inquired of her in a bold high volume tone while rattling her frame with his hands digging into her upper arms.
“I wanted to tell you but you made me show you, so here it is,” she screamed at him as she pushed him away and sat up.
“Here what is? What the fuck are you talking about? What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?”
She responded to his string of questions with a hard right open hand up side of his head and he responded in kind and the sting of his hand upon her face pushed her over the edge. She lunged at him and threw her arms around his neck and locked her lips onto his and yanked him onto the bed atop of her.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
Did you ever wonder what happened after the Archangel Michael through the demons out of heaven? Let one of them guide you through the origin of evil in the world.
