Welcome to Florida - Revisited

Author's Note: If you have previously read, Welcome to Florida, please take note that unlike the previous story, this one is in the Erotic Horror category. If you enjoy horror stories, I hope you enjoy this one. If not, thanks for looking.

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Melissa had decided to stay with her brother, Jeff, down in Florida for a few weeks while she looked for work. She was a little concerned at first with being in the way because the guy he shared a house with also had an eight-year-old son, but they assured her she should come on down. So, early one Thursday morning, she set out.

It was a two-day drive, about twelve hours per day. She called about five hours out and spoke to Carlos. He said Jeff had to leave unexpectedly on work but he would be there to settle her in. She was a little irked Jeff hadn't called to tell her but she shrugged it off. It was a typical brother move. Plus, she couldn't complain when he was offering her a roof over her head while she looked for work. Melissa had been let go from the nursing home where she worked as an RN when they'd reduced the staff. She also hadn't spoken to Jeff since Tuesday. She thought she probably should have called before she left but she figured he would have insisted she keep him posted along the way and that just seemed like too much of a bother.

Tired and hot, she had finally arrived. She barely took in the beauty of the area, how remote they seemed to be. The house was carved out of a section of as wild an area as one might see in Florida, rather close to a swamp. The air was humid and oppressive. Her air conditioning had conked out when she was only an hour into Florida. She wasn't looking her best but she was too wiped out to care. As she rang the doorbell, she just prayed that they had air conditioning.

The door opened and her jaw almost dropped.

He took one look at her and grinned. "You must be Melissa? I'm Carlos, your brother's roommate." He quickly took the bag from her hand and ushered her inside. "Come on in, it's cooler inside."

She stepped into the cool, sparsely furnished living area. Seashore colors contrasted with warm Hispanic touches.

Carlos shut the door behind them. He was moderately tall and very well built with short dark hair. His dark eyes seemed to glitter with energy. He was sharply dressed in dark slacks and a v-neck long sleeve shirt.

"How was your drive down from Pennsylvania?" he politely inquired.

"It was great, until the last couple hours when the air conditioning conked out. I don't know what I'm going to do without that down here, but, I'm just glad to be here." She smiled and tried to surreptitiously smooth her hair and clothes.

"Ah, don't worry, we'll get that working. I own a few car repair shops."

"Oh yeah, I think Jeff mentioned that. Well, it's really nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise. Dios, where are my manners? Let me get you something cold to drink. Have a seat. I'll be right back."

He took off with her bag. After the long drive, she didn't really want to sit down so Melissa looked around the room. She slipped her purse off and dropped it on the table behind the couch. Light tan, brown and green dominated the couch and chairs as well as the throw rugs. The coffee table was a glass and brass item.

The pictures on the wall were something else entirely. There were flamenco dancers and bull fighters in crimson reds, browns and blacks. They captured the eye and Melissa drew closer to one where the flamenco dancer stood with one foot in front of the other, one arm curved over her head gracefully with a fan in hand and the other hand on her hip. There was a frenetic energy to the paintings. They were gorgeous but there was something about them. She felt like she was missing something, like a puzzle. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. The pictures seemed to be original paintings, matted and framed. She was still looking at the Flamenco dancer when Carlos returned.

"Here you go, it's lemonade. I hope that's alright?" He handed her the glass.

"Wonderful, thank you." She took a sip. "These paintings are wonderful too. Who did them?"

"Well... I did." His eyes skittered around like he was shy about it.

She looked at him again, gorgeous and an artist. She stifled a sigh, probably gay.

"They're beautiful. Do you sell them?"

"Oh no, I just do them for fun, sometimes for family. They're too... personal to sell." He shook his head emphatically then quickly changed the subject.

"Anyway, Jeff was sorry he couldn't be here to meet you but I promised him I'd get you settled in and make you comfortable. Would you like to see your room? Perhaps you'd like to rest a bit before dinner?"

He walked her down the hall, pointing out who each of the bedroom doors belonged to. Carlos insisted on making her dinner though she protested that he shouldn't go to any trouble. Melissa took a quick shower then slipped into some cooler clothes and fell into bed for a short nap while he cooked.

She woke to a knocking on the door, sat up and smoothed her hair. "Come in."

Carlos peeked in around the door. "How about some dinner? I'm grilling some marinated chicken and tossing a salad."

"Sure, that would be great! Thanks."

"About ten minutes."

"I'll be right out."

When she walked out, she saw the dining room table was set with good china for two, candles were lit and wine glasses were already half filled. A pitcher of what looked like Sangria sat on the table. She was a little taken aback. All of this for my benefit? She was flattered.

Carlos walked out of the kitchen with a wooden salad bowl.

"I feel under-dressed." She laughed nervously. She was wearing cotton capri pants and a tank top.

"You look perfect to me," he said softly. "Come sit."

She felt a blush rising up as she walked forward.

"I'm just going to grab the chicken off the grill before it starts raining. You got here just in time. I'd hate to have been driving in this. My son is spending the weekend at his friends house."

For the first time Melissa noticed the darkness outside even though it was only about seven o'clock. The wind seemed to have picked up too. It whistled around the house under the music coming from the radio as she took a seat.

Carlos returned with the grilled chicken and they ate, chatting amiably. She told him about her work as a nurse and he told her about building up the car repair chain and about his son. He was very charming and dinner went quickly. They cleared the dishes away together. Then Carlos turned up the music.

"Dance with me." He smiled and held out his hand. She hesitated shyly but went into his arms and they started moving together. He moved so sensually, almost aggressively.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled. His lips descended and covered hers hungrily as he pulled her in tight to his body. She felt his solid muscles for the first time, pressed against her and holding her to him. She was surprised but he felt so good. She felt like she was melting into him. His lips were warm and urgent on hers. His hands felt huge and insistent on her ass as they pulled her into his heat; kneading, urging and molding. His mouth left her breathing raggedly as he nuzzled her neck.

"I want to taste you... Dios... please?"

"Yes, ohhh..." She didn't even pay attention to his words, couldn't understand them in her hazed brain but it sounded like a query and he could have anything he wanted.

His hands tugged urgently at her shirt, peeling it up and over her head. His tongue flicked between her breasts and she felt his hands push her panties and pants down. They slid down over her legs and she stepped out of them. All that was left was her bra and she suddenly couldn't stand the constraint. She reached back and snapped the hooks free, taking it off so that she stood naked in front of him. His fingertips explored, running everywhere, like the rivulets of rain that had begun to course down the windows.

He walked backwards, pulling her toward the sofa, his eyes locked on hers. When she was seated on the sofa, he pushed her back as he pressed kisses like raindrops over her body. He stepped back a moment to quickly strip out of his clothes. She watched hungrily as every muscle of his well-built body was revealed, his flat stomach up to his broad shoulders then his narrow hips and semi hard shaft, down his muscular thighs.

He was back with her in a moment. One hand slid down the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs open so that he could kneel between them on the sofa and pull her hips up to give him access to the honey he had caused to ooze there. He leaned in and flicked out his tongue.

"Unh.. mmm... querida, you taste so sweet."

She felt his tongue delve in and couldn't help bucking a little. His voice lulled and stirred her at the same time. The groans she heard made her breath quicken and the tip of his tongue teased her body into a frenzied state like the storm outside that she could see whipping the trees through the rain glazed windows.

His tongue seemed to touch every centimeter of her, exploring the folds and finally touching the bud that caused her orgasm to bloom as he sucked it into his mouth and teased it mercilessly. Her muscles contracted and spasmed. He released it and lapped at the juices that poured from her. Time ceased to have meaning as he teased her over and over to come and produce more fluid for his tongue.

His groans and growls mingled with her own moans in her head, the music in the background and the faint sounds of the storm in the distance as they moved into the surreal. Finally, she felt him release her thighs. His now fully hard erection moved against her swollen sex as his mouth licked and nipped at her stomach. He moved higher until his body covered hers. The tip of his cock pushed in. Instinctively, she lifted up and met his first thrust so that he was buried in her. As they moved together on the sofa, she reached up to hold on to his solid shoulders. He drove relentlessly into her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she held on desperately.

"Ohhh... Melissa... so hot... so sweet... mmm." He panted over her as he thrust and erupted.

She moaned again as he sent her over the edge with yet another orgasm.

She came to her senses with his body pinning her to the sofa. He looked down at her with a glint in his eye. "Welcome to Florida."

She stared up at him, still breathless. "Thank you."

He stood and tugged her up with him. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

"Okay, I... I just need to get a drink of water."

He leaned down and pressed his lips hard to hers. "Okay, meet me in the bedroom."

She needed a minute to gather her mind. That had happened so fast and it was great but... it wasn't her style. She wasn't the type for one-night stands or sex with strangers. He'd taken her off guard and he was gorgeous, that was what had happened.

She pulled on her pants and shirt and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge to look for bottled water. A couple clear containers labeled "paint" caught her eye. There was something odd about them. She picked one up and opened it to get a better look. A scent assailed her that sent a shiver coursing through her body. It couldn't be. She tilted the container and looked at the viscous fluid as it moved and sniffed again. Blood.

She swallowed. The oddity of the paintings hit her again but this time she knew what it was. The brown looked like dried blood to her. She had seen it often enough in her line of work. Melissa felt her emotions shut down. She closed the container, put it back in the fridge and walked as quietly as she could down the hallway to her brother's room. She twisted the knob and opened the door. There were paintings everywhere, matted and framed just like the ones in the living room. She stepped across the hall and opened the door to the bedroom of Carlos' son. More paintings. They leaned against the walls and on dressers. Some even lay on the bed.

Melissa was looking into the room when she felt his arm steal around her waist and he stepped into her, aligning himself with her, kissing the back of her neck.

"I was wondering what happened to you."

"Isn't this your son's room?"

"I got into a painting frenzy while he stayed with some friends, didn't have anyplace else to put them."

His cock pressed along the center of her ass, rubbing insistently along the crack. She was frozen. His hands tightened on her upper arms. He could tell she wasn't buying it.

Melissa heard him sigh. "You shouldn't have started looking."

"What happened to them?"

His voice became flat and emotionless. "My paintings weren't selling. I knew I needed something more; something to set them apart, to put emotion into them. Then, I realized what they needed. I need to pour myself into them... literally. I started taking blood from my arm... but it wasn't enough. I needed more. It came to me in a dream... blood of my blood, my son. This was his purpose in life. But your brother got in the way so I had to deal with him. His paintings aren't as good." She felt his lips nuzzle her hair. "But you... Melissa, so sweet, hot... passionate, you'll create my best paintings yet."

She screamed as he dragged her back towards the kitchen.

"Don't bother, no one will hear you in this storm."

She dragged her feet but he was strong. In the kitchen he let go of one of her arms to pull a drawer open and she managed to turn, stomp down on one of his feet then drive her knee into his unprotected groin as she drove the palm of her free hand up at his nose. He doubled over with a gasp and released her, groaning. She ran for the front door.

She heard him scrabbling to come after her as she frantically worked the locks. She was out of the house. The rain had stopped and the moon was out. She ran to her car, pulling at the handle. It was locked. "Shit!" The keys were in her purse inside the house. She looked back at the door and he was there already, clutching himself but still coming after her. She saw the glint of a knife in his hand from the porch light.

There were no houses nearby. She needed those car keys if she was going to get out of here. She raced to the left around the side of the house, sliding a little on the wet grass and headed for the back porch light. She might be able to slip inside and get her purse, or even lock the doors and call the police. She reached for the door handle but it didn't budge. Shit! It was locked.

She looked to the left but a decorative fence blocked the way. She couldn't hear his footsteps but she knew he was coming. The only direction left was down the sloping lawn into the swamp. There was a pathway, maybe it led to a neighbor's house. At least, she was praying it did as she set off down it.

She started down the pathway quickly but had to slow down as the swamp closed in behind her. The only light now on the path was the moon. She moved as quickly as she dared. About thirty yards in, she stopped short. There was a bloated corpse barely off the path, partly submerged in the water to the right but she could see the face. Though the scavengers had been there, it was clearly her brother. A few feet further she could see a smaller body face down.

Anger coursed through her. She wasn't going to let this sick bastard get away with it. She looked around and found a small tree limb slightly larger than her own arm, which she picked up. She stepped off the path to the left behind a tree and waited. Soon she heard him. His footsteps were soft but he was calling to her.

"Querida, think of it, you will be part of great works of art. Where are you going to go? There is nothing out here. Isn't it better to give in and let me end it quickly? You could die very slowly out here."

As he stepped past her, she swung the club at the base of his skull with all her strength. It connected and she felt the shock run up her arms. He pitched to the right off the path into the swamp. As he thrashed in the water, she saw a large snout rise up and swing toward him. It clamped down on his shoulder and dragged him further into the water.

She didn't wait to see what would happen. The alligator looked quite capable. She ran back up the path, across the yard and circled around the house. Inside, she locked the door behind her.

She picked up the phone and dialed 911.

"Broward 911. What is your emergency?"

"There's been a murder," she said calmly. She gave the address and then the facts concisely. Then she began to shake.