Chapter Two

Christmas, a time for giving, and a time for jolly Saint Nick.

Even greater time for Samuel Hawkins to cross off his Christmas List. A list full of names he's acquired over the year. Many unknowing of his presence, yet they called out to him like a moth to a flame.

Samuel looked deep into Caroline's eyes as they made love to one another. She was feeling wonderful, to finally grab the attention of a handsome man. To Sam, there were no feelings involved. He didn't have the capability to feel anything beyond satisfaction from taking a life. That was how he got off. Orgasm by death.

He would use their deepest desires against them, and it was exhilarating.

"Choke me." She moaned into the quiet air. A sinister smile spread across his face; he was waiting for this moment. The moment they called out for their deepest desires to be fulfilled. Caroline wished to be choked during sex, yet her husband would never indulge.

"As you wish my lady." He said in a husky voice. His large hand gripped her slender neck squeezing just enough to send pleasure coursing through her veins. Her moans grew louder as he fucked her nice and hard.

"Harder." She moaned out again. She was making this too easy for him. He added more pressure feeling her tightening around his cock with the promise of release.

"Yes Jacob right there." She cried out in a raspy voice. His hand restricting her airways. He never gave his real name; he knew better than that. After a few more strokes she came apart beneath him, feeling satisfied.

He was far from being done.

Picking up speed, it was time for his release. He repositioned his hand and squeezed. The frightened look in her eyes sends blood racing through his veins. She began pulling on his hand to release some of the unwanted pressure but he just squeezed even more. Her body tensed beneath him and he soaked up the wave of fear floating from her body.

He breathed in deep, the scent of fear that wafted around the room. Filling his lungs and sending him over the edge. Squeezing one last time with all his might, Caroline's body lay limp in the bed as he spilled his seaman into the condom.

"Merry Christmas sweetheart." He whispered into her ears. Smiling down at the corpse, he climbed out of the bed and began his cleaning ritual.

Tossing the condom in the toilet and flushing. He then went back to the room and put his clothes on. Afterward, he would fold the woman's clothes and place them on a nearby chair. He took his cleaning cloth and began wiping down everything he's touched including her. He then placed both hands across her chest and turned her head towards the window allowing the world to pass by her dead eyes.

Doing a final wipe down of the room, leaving not an inch untouched, he grabbed the room phone and dialed 911.

"I would like to report a dead body. Shaman Hotel, room 39, female victim." He hung up and wiped his prints from the telephone and left the building. He made sure to choose a room that was out of view of cameras as he took the back way out. Always paying cash and never leaving a trail.

Once he hit the street Samuel took out his note pad and crossed off the final name on his list. He felt sad that the thrill was over, but he knew he'd get more names soon. If he was lucky he could have a willing victim buy the end of the night looking to get jolly.

The brightly lit sign for the new night club seemed to be a light bulb going off in his head. What better way to gather more names than in a night club? He stood across the street watching as men and women alike passed by.

Yet, there was one that caught his eye. Slender frame, wide hips, long silky legs, smooth caramel skin, brunette hair. She was perfect. He found he quite enjoyed taking the life of a brunette. It was something about their feisty personality that made it a whirlwind rollercoaster. He watched as she got into a cab, but not before taking a flyer from the man out front.

He just found his first victim for the new list. Possibly before the night is over.