Not Even A Fingerprint

 

Table of Contents

Chapter 1—One Fine Liberating Day

Chapter 2—Vinny the Toxic Substance

Chapter 3—Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter 4—Two are Better Than One

Chapter 5—Vinny’s Turf

Epilogue

 

 

Chapter 1—One Fine Liberating Day

                From the time Xandra Tello had been young, she had been pledged to Boss Don Tello.   Tello was a cruel man.   Nothing Xandra said or did went without scrutiny or approval.   Every move she made was monitored and she lacked even considerably basic freedoms like having her own privacy in the bathroom.     Even her love life was controlled.   Whenever Don wanted to be intimate, he had to force Xandra to be with him.    More often than not she would have a bit of bourbon, since inebriation would make her forget the time he was raping her.    He wasn’t romantic whatsoever, and he was narcissistic as they came.   Whenever her needs were in question, that never mattered.    It was his way, his life or nothing else at all.  

                Xandra got to have one day to do whatever she wanted, because Don knew that she was far too cautious and timid to try and do anything that would evoke suspicion or anger.   She didn’t stray too far from the mansion that Don had built for her and the burgeoning family she had fostered.    At least the children that came from her union with him had been levelheaded and trustworthy.    The kids, however, were no longer kids.    They were running the streets much like their mafioso dad and making him boundlessly proud.  

 

Chapter 2—Vinny the Toxic Substance

                There had been urban legends of an entity that resided in an abandoned factory not far from the mansion.   Although Xandra had been dressed for a night on the town courtesy of Don’s bottomless bank account, she was compelled to investigate the dilapidated property.

                ‘So, this place made pillows.’, she thought to herself.   It seemed that the factory itself had crafted many pillows in its heyday, but the economy had forced it to shut down.   Since it had no employees or management, nature had reclaimed it and evidently it had seen far better days when it had been a bustling business.  

                Typically, the tune Misty wouldn’t have given Xandra any pause, but since it had been coming from what she believed was an abandoned factory, her skin began to dot with goosepimples, and she shook off a terrified shiver.    She didn’t know much about self-defense, but she felt that since she had seen plenty of kung fu films, she could use that knowledge to ward off any would-be attacker so long as she went after their most vulnerable parts.

                She should have been petrified, but strangely being serenaded put her at ease.   She smelled the familiar fragrance of lavender musk, something she had caught a whiff of during one of Don’s sit-downs with Vincent DeAngelo.  Then it occurred to her that DeAngelo’s men had messed up delivering something of importance to Don.   Obviously, Don took it poorly.   He had Vinny dumped in acid.   He had been presumed dead but considering that his voice was emanating from the dimly lit corridors of this not-so desolate building, that in and of itself spoke volumes.  

                ‘Are you whom I think you are ?’, Xandra questioned, an inquiry piqued with intrigue and fear.   

                ‘Of course, I am.  I recall seeing photos of you in your husband’s towering castle.   It’s so ironic he has such a jewel like yourself, and he fails to realize what a treasure you are.’, Vincent said, gently.  

                ‘How is that possible ?’, Xandra asked.   Vinny slithered out of the shadows in his new form, more gelatinous, slimier and half his face burned with acid.   One could see clear into his skull and half his mind was there.  

                ‘I can imagine my new visage is hideous…No thanks to Don.’, Vincent chortled.   He explained that necromancy had given him the ability to live forever, but he hadn’t quite discovered how to regain his ability to move freely from place to place.

                ‘I’m rather limited, but consuming flesh gives me some energy to move where I like.  I’ve dined on a few of your husband’s crew, so I suppose there is justice in the world.’, Vinny laughed.   She could see his ghastly form creeping down the stairwell and stopping to greet her at its precipice.   In a way, they were both trapped, prisoners of cruelty whether from a physical or otherworldly plane.  

 

Chapter 3—Hopelessly Devoted

                It was obvious from the first glace that Vinny was smitten with Xandra.   She was hopeful that he would end her suffering then and there, but he couldn’t.  

                ‘Just make it quick and painless.   I can’t stand being in his company.  It isn’t love.  It’s never romantic when we are together…I just go through the moments when we’re having sex, or in my case, being ravaged.’, Xandra said.   Her body shook to recall Don having his way with her.   She had buried the feelings so deeply inside of her that all she could do was weep.   Vincent surrounded her.   She was absolutely stunning to behold.   Her scent delivered him into an ecstasy that was inexplicable.   Being near her thrilled him beyond measure but he would never harm her.   His inner moral compass forbade it. 

                ‘Maybe there’s a trick to all your necromancy mumbo jumbo…’, Xandra said as Vinny prepared a meal for them both, prestidigitated out of nothing but pure will and determination.   He had made absolutely certain that everything fit his vision and Xandra would be happy.   This display of unbounding, unequivocal laud was enough to bring her to tears, but she was euphoric.  

                ‘If you had one wish before dying, what would it be ?’, Vinny questioned.

                ‘To know I am worthy of affection.  I have more than enough to give.’, Xandra said.   For the first time, she felt seen, even, dare she think it, sexy.  

                ‘I think I have enough umph to share one final dance with you.    If this is what you genuinely want, I cannot deny you, tesora.’, Vinny said, affectionately.   The way he called her a treasure was meant with the utmost adoration was uncommon, tender, and thrilling.    The gentle way he held her, the adulation in his voice, all of it was splendid and new.

                Vincent played Perfidia as the two danced.    Delicately the two began to merge and although Xandra felt that she was perishing, strangely she was becoming part of Vincent.

                ‘This is unexpected.’, Vincent noted, as shocked as she was.   Being of two minds was far more useful and accommodating than he had planned.   

 

Chapter 4—Two are Better Than One

                ‘You can have what you always wanted.  Seems all I had to do was take upon another soul who offered themselves willingly to me.   You have my gratitude.’, Delongorio stated, lovingly.     Xandra had never thought of vengeance before but knowing what Vincent was capable of now, given his full power, she could exact the justice for which she had longed.  

                Don wasn’t the least bit concerned that Alexandra had been gone, and he had assumed she simply wanted a bit of space to roam freely.    After all, Donald hadn’t been a tyrant.   He did have some dignity and decorum in his traits, after all.

                Vincent in his ultimate rendition was fierce, formidable, and undeniable.   He was a force to be reckoned with which created havoc and death wherever he walked.   

                ‘What are you doing here ?  I thought I disposed of you.’, Don said as his eyes warily gazed upon the man he thought he had whacked.   

                ‘I am far harder to kill than you thought.’, Vincent stated, almost as if he were hissing.    It was difficult for him to control the venom boiling in his veins, but Xandra decided to take the reigns momentarily.

                ‘You remember those nights of hedonism, Don ?’, Xandra stated, her voice ironically cold and odious.   

                ‘Xandra ?  Is that…you ?’, he questioned, not wanting to believe what seemed to be impossible at the time.   She didn’t even bother giving him the Reader’s Digest version of what had happened to her in such a short amount of time.   Slowly she walked towards him, her fingernails forming long spikes to pin him against the wall.    Don writhed, quickly becoming scared. 

                ‘Honey…Think of what you’re doing.  We can talk about this.’, he said.

                ‘That’s just it, dear.  All you do is ream me out.  We never discuss anything.’, she spat.   Don began to plead, but it was all for naught.   He was so terrified he had even soiled himself trying to escape and even though he had sent his finest marksmen to assist him, they were sliced, vivisected, and diced thanks to Xandra’s Ginsu nails.  

                ‘I should take your cannoli and shove it down your throat.  Or maybe I should shove it up your ass, since you seemed to enjoy doing that to me so often.’, she said.    Don wept, his blood draining from his body.   No one was coming to help him.    Mercilessly, she sliced the offending organ from his body and rammed it up his anus.    Don screamed until she yanked his trachea out of his throat and strangled him with it.   The blood, gurgling and bubbling of blood was so copious that Vincent was surprised just how violent Xandra could be if given the opportunity.   It was official at that moment that Vincent had found his match in this woman and now they were together until the sand in their hourglass ran dry.  

 

Chapter 5—Vinny’s Turf

                Don had no other associates or affiliates in his employ.   Everyone that had been underneath him had been quickly disposed of by Xandra.    Xandra took a rest within Vincent, hanging out in his mind for a bit.   There was a comfortable room there that was fashionably decorated.    There was an easy chair she could rest upon and lovely artwork to gaze at.   There were even photos of her on the walls of Vincent’s mind.   It was obvious that even in his mind, she was highly praised.    She didn’t mind being there while Vincent was in control of himself.   It was perfectly placid and relaxing there.  

 

Epilogue

                Vincent no longer roams the alleyways looking to devour the bodies of his enemies.   The last part of the spell was completed when Xandra had offered herself willingly to him.   The only caveat of that was it allowed him to be immortal or whenever he had decided that he had savored the pleasures of living long enough to let go and return to the dust from which he came.   It’s said that he’s seeing the world, living high off the hog, and commanding the turf that truly belonged to him.    Everything was back in order just as he had wanted it, and all was right within the world, especially now that Xandra was with him.  As for the kids, the two of them watched from a distance, not wanting to impede their progress.   All was going great guns with them, and they had little want for anything else.

 

The End