The blood diaries

An untold love story of a serial killer…

Pulling out a machete and thrusting it deep into her body, I pushed her body after it fell prone on me. ‘One more feather in my cap’, I smiled and I walked across the fallen body wriggling under pain.

‘Following yesterday’s murder, the total tolls gone to 35. The investigations are still underway. We expect the unmarried ladies not to leave home, particularly after evening hours…’ the news flashed again and again.

Emptying the glass of wine, I switched off the TV throwing away the remote.

‘I hate to kill people’, I wrote in my diary and I pushed myself back onto the chair and puffed. ‘A woman is an embodiment of love, the cradle of human life, but I couldn’t help, my childhood left a scar on my life which I am not able to erase. The deep rooted hatred developed inside me towards women makes me kill them…’

And I fell asleep holding the pen in my hand and the diary on the table.

The Sun shone brightly the next morning and I woke up with a head ache. Probably a hangover, I thought. I opened my door to fetch the newspaper, when my eyes were bedazzled by a beautiful woman walking along the road. I looked behind and my machete still bore the marks of yesterday’s kill. I closed the door behind me and started to follow her.

Lurking behind the stationary cars, I slowly followed her to her home. When she was at home, I discovered that she couldn’t speak.

‘Oh God, I wanted to kill a girl who’s mute…’ and I threw away my machete which clanged on hitting the ground, when she turned behind. She looked at me and smiled.

‘That’s it… I have fallen in love with her smile… in fact I have fallen in love with her itself…’ I thought. The whole world seemed to come to a standstill with only us exchanging words through looks. She opened the door. Having gone inside, she has taken away my heart along with her.

‘I would do anything for her… anything… ‘ I wrote, ‘Till date I have killed 35 girls in all with such callosity and malicious perfection and without any reprieve. Women have made my life miserable. The abuse, the humiliation I have suffered in my earlier life had turned me into a monster, a ruthless killing machine, but today, me who’s lingering in the darkest corners of human morality, saw light, a light good enough to change me. And these hands which slew many an innocent victims are never gonna feel blood again. The machete which thrust deep into the hearts of many a woman would never see light again….’

The next day I’ve gone to the church to confess my sins and henceforth absolve them. I knew God will punish me, but I dint want to be separated from her. That was the only wish I made.

I used to follow her every day from dawn till dusk, from the time she would leave her home to till she reached. ‘I am very protective of her too’. Every time she saw me, she smiled at me. I was very particular about one thing that whether she loved me or not, she did reciprocate these feelings.

One day, I gathered all my courage and proposed to her at the church. She promptly accepted and this was the best moment of my life. All the abuse, the humiliation, the abhorrence, the scar in my childhood seemed to vanish opening the gates for a new world, a world where love seemed to rule my heart rather than the machete.

‘I want this happiness to last, last forever’ I fell on my knees and prayed.

A few days later, it was our wedding. I held her close to me and kissed her after exchanging the rings. And that was day when a beast turned into a man, to live like a man forever.

‘Life passed by, with the police still having no clues why the killings have stopped and the case still remaining open, and me, enjoying life with my wife….’ I continued in my diary until one day when she came across the machete and the diary when she was dusting the shelves. She put the diary and the machete before me on the table and looked at me, as if she wanted me to give an explanation.

I came close to her and ran my fingers through her curly locks and pulled her close to me, and narrated my story. She patiently listened to my entire story and then there were tears in her eyes. She pulled me close to her and kissed on my forehead and said, ‘I love you….’

I was shell shocked to hear her speak. Even before I could say anything, the machete slowly thrust into heart tearing apart the chest and ribs. And I looked at her in dismayed fright. Pushing me away from her body she slowly pulled back the machete and said, ‘I kill people whom I love….’

Even as blood poured out of my heart, which was already broken into pieces, I slowly fell to the ground with darkness once again looming around me. And the last I could see was she pulling out a diary and writing something, after which she pointed the machete towards me and say ‘23rd …’ before my eyes stopped to see and my heart stopped to love, once again.