Satanails Chapter 6 - Settling down at Fog Motel

In the last chapter Sata was in her motel room, where she had enjoyed another human meal. Under her deadly fangs and claws, it had been motel owner’s turn to die.

Having had a nice meal, Sata lay down on the bed, despite being fully covered with blood. No one was expected to come and notice it, as her last prey was the only person around within several miles.  

While lying in bed she felt richer than ever before, since she was holding more powers and self-esteem than the majority of the world population all together. These thoughts activated her brain, which seemed like ten times more energetic than just a week before.  Sata sensed that her new life could be propaedeutic to something crucial for the whole humanity, this could mean her powers had turned her head, but, she strived to keep on living with her feet on the ground, even though she felt like an ancient goddess.

No sleep on the horizon. Plans only. Sata’s former objective consisted in hunting her ex-boyfriend Julio to make him pay. That was a bad plan though, for it had come from irrational feelings, which she was learning to control and replace with more convenient and lucid mental schemes.

Having got rid of the only human being within a radius of dozens of miles, Sata took the decision to unwind and catch the chance to get a free castle, or whatever it was that motel she was at.

After a short rest, she though useful hiding her red car, thus she dashed to the parking lot. When on board she realized she was barefooted. That simple thing made her feel even freer. She looked down at her feet while pushing the pedals. Her long, red toenails were flashing over the shadows, and their colour was amazingly matching the car.  

Hidden under a dusty old tarp, into a backyard garage, her car wasn’t going to be a problem anymore. She was free then to investigate about that place and the man whose molecules were circulating inside her. Still barefooted, Sata entered the main facility directly from the garage, which was linked to a basement. As basements always hide the best, she began searching for clues by starting right from there.

Once entered a short passage, Sata quickly grasped what it was all about.  A large amount of human bones was visible all over the place, many rats were twisting around, looking like they have been waiting for food ever since. She was surprised by that unexpected finding. She had been thinking of the owner of the motel as a creepy villain of some sort, but she wouldn’t have expected him to be that creepy. What she saw reinforced her desire for blood. Anyway, the basement hosted nothing else than bones and rats.

While thinking about the next step, and planning to go upstairs, Sata noticed that one of the biggest rats was climbing her leg. With the calmest of the moves Sata clenched her red claws on the tender body of the rat, and squeezed. All of her sharp claws dug into the body passing it from one side to the other, and turning that daring mammal into nothing more than a dead sponge. Her hand was wet again, sparkling in fresh blood, which she couldn’t help but taste. That was the first time, since she had eaten human flesh, that she was tasting animal blood. Surprisingly, she found out it was a good alternative to cannibalism, and considered rats as a snack.

Right after the first devoured rat, Sata couldn’t stop herself from gobbling up several more.

“Hmmm, they’re just like chips” - she thought.

A special frenzy caught her, as she started killing many rats by using her naked feet, digging her sharp, deadly toenails into many of them.

Satiated and satisfied, Sata caught her way upstairs and entered a giant living room where everything was dusty and kinda ivorish. Each side of the room had at least two doors, her sixth sense drove her to the first on the right.  It was closed, until Sata opened it with a strong kick.

The room was dark. No windows. No light. Smell was heavy, it reminded her of something coming from the past, a remote past. Leaving the door open wasn’t enough to let the light in, but it turned out to be another astonishing discovery. Her eyes were sensing the lack of light, and adapting to the darkness. Just like a feline, she was then capable of an amazing night vision. Not needing any flashlight or candle, Sata began to focus on the objects lying over the shelves she could see in that room. There were many books, papers, strange objects, feathers, jars, Ouija boards, tarots and any sort of stuff related to magic and supernatural. She could also see playing cards everywhere.

“This is a paradise” - Sata thought - “I won’t ever leave this place”.

It must have been a kind of fate specifically designed for witches like her, which had brought her to that precise site. It seemed like there could have been several sites all over the world, each one predestined to a god or goddess living nearby. That place should have been hers. 

Everything was getting quite easy, when compared to her previous life.

While sorting all the interesting stuff she came across, she ran into a certificate of ownership. It dealt with the motel and it said that the whole building had been donated by Miss Virginia Herald to Mr. Donald Rotherson thirty years before. As she kept looking into that revealing stuff, she also found some diaries, many press clippings and other documents.

After only one hour, she became able to depict the whole situation, and justify the dissonances she had been noticing since the first moment she had arrived.

Her last human prey, the one she had slashed on her bed after having had sex with, the so-called “motel owner”, was called Donald Rotherson.

Thirty years before, just one week after the premature death of her husband, the countess Virginia Herald had met Don in a hotel in Capital City, at a poker table. He was many years younger than her, nonetheless she was capable of seducing every man due to her wealth, grace and beauty.

Then she decided Don could be her toy-boy and hired him as her handyman. She had nor sons neither heirs to leave all her possessions to, so Don had a big juicy objective to aim for.

According to what Sata read, countess’ powers were so influent that police didn’t have to investigate more about her husband’s death, and concluded he had died for a heart-attack.

Don and Virginia both grew dark thoughts on the fertile ground of boredom, richness and search for lust and adrenaline. They both liked playing cards, then they invented a new kind of poker game. The fame of this peculiar game grew well in the luxury environment they had been attending, it was called “4P: The Perils of Pay or Perish Poker”. However, nobody could ever find out who was actually behind that game. Don and Virginia used to pick up strangers, invite them to their castle to play 4P with them.

Strangers were maniacally selected, they had to be lone individuals so that nobody could ever search for them. Don and Virginia systematically won every single game, eventually killing all the players, at each game played. They had been liking that game so much they started to eat people they killed, eventually leaving all the remains in their basement.

Police was well-paid by the countess, and so were the mayors and the parishes. They had free rein.

  

Everything was about to fall in pieces when Virginia began to be annoyed by the presence of Don. That was the period when Don found out that countess was the only responsible for the death of her husband. He also noticed she was planning to do the same with him. So, he began to blackmail her.

The years had been passing by, leaning on a dark equilibrium of menace and rage, until that day when he eventually succeeded in making her sign that document of property.  And killed her.

All that revealing stuff filled Sata with more joy for having killed and devoured a disgusting person like Don. Sata was surely no good girl, though.

After that, she passed the day by searching for more details and clues.

Having decided that motel was going to be her house for an indefinite amount of time, Sata settled down and produced a new certificate of property in which “Sata Lina” was reported as a Don’s cousin who had been inheriting all buildings and possessions after Don’s death in a car accident.

A few days later Sata took Don’s remains, put them in his car, and drove it to a place far enough. Then she threw it from a rope making sure that the car would burn whole, with Don’s bones and teeth in it.

First step had been taken. Next one was paying all the local authorities.

In a couple of days’ time Sata had been putting all the pieces together. During those days she was surprise by not being hungry at all. She had time to better understand her new self. She wanted to comprehend all of her powers, why she was so lucky, and above all, what her mission was. 

She read her precious book, took care of her claws which were growing even longer than before. Being bored and not satisfied by the scarce using of her long nails in the last couple of days, she wanted to file and use them, just like as if they needed to keep trained to kill. So, she put everything her claws could enjoy on the kitchen table, and started using her long fingernails and toenails on them.

While torturing apples, sinking her toenails into bananas and slicing all kind of fruit, she had been finding in the kitchen, she had a feeling she could use that practice on strangers that would fall in her trap.

She was going to be the new motel owner, then, and wait for unaware customers to play with them. If a person would show evil traits, she would kill her prey, otherwise the person would be free and lucky to enjoy Sata’s skills, and then freely leave that place.

Her new motel needed a new name and a new handyman then. Sata changed the name from Frog into Fog and, on behalf of the handyman, she would take her time to ponder and select a good one.  She wanted her new Fog Motel to be a real place to live, it may need more staff than only a handyman: a cook, a manager and other working persons to make that place look like a real motel. Although her plans were actually focused in finding new evil preys to exterminate.

While reading her big book of witches her objective was finally fixed. She could finally grasp at least one of the meanings of her life: purify the Earth. It was all about killing the scum of society, devouring it and turning those bad molecules into something greater, purer and better.

She was going to be a killer machine with another amazing power.

The book also said that a witchpire, by killing a certain type of prey, could turn into the killed person. In other words, whenever Sata would meet a cruel person who had been manipulating others, killing people, stealing from weaker persons and especially turning good people into evil beings, she could clean the wake of evil the prey had been creating by taking possession of prey’s life, if necessary. This meant that there were going to be situations where she couldn’t afford killing just one prey at a time.

It was like a wave of evil she was going to surf. Since that looked kinda alluring for her, she planned a first hunting all over the large boundaries of her new residence.

Next hunt was going to have at least two goals: finding preys and hiring people for the motel.

As a matter of fact, she was Don’s cousin and, having inherited his motorbike, and being her red BMW too flashy, she decided that her new mean of transport was going to be that 1978 grey Honda CBX 1000 she had found in one of the few garages of the castle. After a short try, she was convinced that the incredible weight of 550 lbs. of the great engine of that bike, due to her supernatural strength, it was not going to be a problem.

Caught by a blood frenzy in the night time, she decided to patrol the boundaries and seek for prey. The search for the working people for the motel could wait until the day after. She wasn’t much than 8 or 10 miles away from the Fog Motel when she noticed a remote cottage. From the road she couldn’t see if somebody was in. So, she got off her bike and approached the entrance door. The postal box said “Miss Christine Low”.

Another red flag began to violently wave in her head, being pushed by a strange wind of terror and suffering belonging to unknown people. Something evil lay there.

Being ready to pretend she was needing help owing to a motorbike malfunctioning, Sata rang the bell. No one answered. That was the right moment to get into the house to study the situation. Her sixth sense was too much stimulated to leave it be.

Then Sata hid her bike in the backyard and got into the cottage. As always, after having made herself sure nobody was there, Sata began searching from the basement, and…bingo! Her sixth sense was getting quite flawless.

There was a hidden breeding of a deadly spider, the tarantula. Sata was sure hidden spiders were no good sign at all.

Soon after, Sata got frightened for the first time in weeks by the barrel of a gun which was pointing at her.

The owner of the cottage, Christine Low, had made her return home.

- Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in here?  - a skinny, tall blonde said.

- Sorry, my name’s Sata Lina. I had a problem with my motorbike and I needed help…

- There’s no help in my basement! Which motorbike are you talkin’ ‘bout?

- Oh, I had to hide it. It could have been stolen.

- It never happened in my property. Where are you from? I’ve never seen you around.

- I’m the new owner of the Frog Motel.

- Great deal! What a dirty place! And tell me, where is the former owner?

- He was my cousin, Don.

- Cousin? Was? What do you mean?

- Unfortunately, he died in a car accident.

- How could he? I knew him, he had never driven any car, he only loved his motorbike. And also, he has always been living closed in his castle, not going anywhere. You liar! - Christina roared.

- I don’t know what to say. Someone called me while I was in New York, and told me I was going to inherit that “dirty place”, as you just called it.

- I don’t believe you, c’mon, let me see your bike, and don’t ever think about getting down here anymore, spiders are dangerous. And so am I.

Christine, while pointing the gun at Sata, drove her upstairs. Then Sata took her to the bike in the backyard.

- How could you dare to enter my property?

- I’m sorry - Sata said while pretending to be accommodating.

- That’s Don’s bike! Did you inherit also this? What a lucky strike, then, uh?! C’mon, start the engine and let me see this malfunction, c’mon!

As Sata started the engine, Christine made a move she shouldn’t have done, temporarily looking away. Then, Sata made a tremendous jump towards Christine and disarmed her with an easy kick.

- You bitch! - shouted Christine while falling down.

In a moment Sata was above her, blocking her arms under her legs and showing a supernatural power that couldn’t slip through the cracks.

- Oh my God! Who the hell are you!?! Look at your eyes! Nooooo! Please leave me!

Sata strength was such, that Christine was trembling in terror for having understood she was no human like others.

- Now tell me, what are all those spiders for?

- Nooooo! Leave me be! Please! Please!

- Roaarrr! I hate when people ignore my questions!

Sata took her fangs out to scare the girl even more.

- Help, help! Nooooooo! You’re a vampire or what?! Help!

As she was getting too loud, Sata put a hand over her mouth. Sata was wearing gloves and her claws were hidden. But when she stretched her fingers to cover the girl’s mouth, her claws ripped through the glove, beginning to sink in her face.

Christine lifted a hand to give a sign of surrender, so Sata took off her hand from her mouth.

- You were almost killing me with your claws, please don’t do it. I’m going to tell you everything.

- C’mon, I’m waiting - and Sata put her claws dangerously pointing at her throat.

- No please…ok…I use spiders as a weapon to kill people.

This sentence was good enough to make Sata thrill with joy for having found a girl so cruel. She couldn’t resist more and quickly started slaughtering her. In a few seconds she had made a mess out of that cruel body. She noticed how her sharp claws were able to cut flesh even while wearing gloves, which she obviously had to throw away once finished, because they were all torn apart.

Christine’s revelations obliged Sata to play that girl’s role for a while and follow her evil wake, a demoniac aura that must have been interrupted.

The book said that she would have ten to twenty minutes, after having devoured a prey, to turn into her.

Being the first time, Sata wanted badly to feel that kind of experience. So, she couldn’t wait and became Christine, just by concentrating on the evil she was sensing inside, the evil that had been brought by Christine’s molecules inside her body. She felt like an evil fluid in her body, a substance that seemed to be concentrating in her claws, whose power she was feeling stronger than ever before. However, her long nails seemed like trimmed down after the transformation.

That was an amazing trance for her. She had turned another person in seconds, she was now blonde, her claws were shorter and she had a new cottage and a new mission to accomplish. What a great night she had, sleeping in Christina’s bed. All the sensations connected to the cottage and its evil smells, helped Sata visualize a group of four people made up by two girls and two boys. Those were the guys she was going to slaughter, because they represented a sort of evil continuum started from Christine.

Sata got this consciousness in a dream in which she saw what was the link between Christine and those guys. They had been Christine’s pushers of both drug and spiders.

The morning after, Sata woke up and started to watch herself reflected in the mirror. She thought Christine was not that bad, though. She also took a look at her precious nails. They were a lot shorter, no doubt it was a sad thing for her, nonetheless they had amazingly grown conspicuously during the night.

That was the time to experiment life in a new body and catch new preys.

To be continued...