Amos Witherspoon entered the “preparation” room at
4:00pm.
He’d received his shipment of arsenic, just as he’d
predicted, and after
tending to some of the more mundane duties to which a
mortician
must attend, he made ready to prepare the body of Miss
Drake for her
return to England.
The sun had already disappeared behind the trees but it
would
be another fifteen minutes or so before it would set in
the
southwestern sky of Newfoundland. Amos was used to
working after
dark, as the sun set quite early in the winter months. In
fact, he
preferred the dark afternoons of the winter months,
especially when he
was to prepare a woman for burial.
The preparation room was a small room built into but
insulated from the chill room. It communicated with the
viewing room
through a hidden double door in the wall. This allowed
Amos to
permit some heat into the room, for his comfort, while
preparing the
bodies for viewing and subsequent burial. It also had a
large skylight.
An amateur astronomer, Amos had it installed telling his
wife that it
would make it easier for him to star gaze on cold
Canadian nights.
Amos worked unconcerned about being interrupted. The
doors to the mortuary were always closed at 3:30pm sharp
and he
knew Mrs. Witherspoon, by this time in the afternoon,
would be
blissfully under the influence of several glasses of
merlot, of which he
kept her well stocked, leaving Amos quite sure he would
be
undisturbed. On evenings such as this, when he was graced
with the
company of a woman in the preparation room, Amos took an
early
dinner. The ritual consisted of his setting two places,
one for himself
and one for his ‘guest’, as he liked to term them. Most
times he used
the side table on which he would later place his
instruments. The
preparation room was brightly lit by gas jets at regular
intervals on the
walls. Amos also had candles both on and around the
tables. Making
himself more comfortable, Amos removed his jacket and
placed it
over the back of a chair in the corner of the room.
An excellent and thoughtful host, Amos always made polite
conversation with his guests, often asking them why they
were so
quiet, or why they weren’t eating. It was a little game
he played and
he never ceased to be amused by it. Then, after having
satisfied his
gastronomic appetite, he made the necessary preparations
to satisfy his
carnal appetite. After cleaning up the remnants of his
meal and
removing the fine china to the kitchen, Amos flitted
about the room
turning down the gas jets and extinguishing candles as he
removed his
tie, all the while conversing with his guest, entreating
her suggestively
to prepare herself for what was to come. He had never
been rebuffed
in this request yet, and his present visitor was by far
the loveliest guest
to whom he’d yet appealed.
“A new moon makes the stars look all the brighter, don’t
you
think?” he whispered to his guest as he drew down the
sheets,
exposing her lovely body to the dim light of the single
candle he’d
allowed to remain shining. He was fascinated with how
fresh the body
appeared, surprisingly so considering the length of time
since death.
But he supposed it was not in small part due to his
knowledge and
skill as a mortician, not to mention the ameliorative
influence of the
light from the single candle.
With a genuine affection his thin fingers squeezed her
right
foot, feeling the cool but pliable flesh. Slowly, he ran
them up the
back of her smooth leg, wrapping them around her calf up
to and
behind her knee. He gently pulled it away from the other
knee,
caressing her inner thigh while his left hand unbuckled
his belt,
allowing his trousers to fall to his ankles. Leaving them
in a bunch on
the floor, he climbed up onto the table as he prepared to
mount his
conquest.
Suddenly he found it impossible to breathe. His first
thought
was that he was having a heart attack, his second how
horrified his
wife would be to find his dead, naked body on top of the
deceased
Miss Drake. The mind is a mysterious thing, for in the
split second
before he died he thought about these things and still
had time to see
the pair of white fangs framed within blood-red lips
coming toward
him, and then he felt the sting of their bite. As his
life was sucked
from him he experienced an ecstasy unlike anything he had
ever
known. He thought to himself, a final reward for my work
ethic.