𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒// 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

𝐘𝐨𝐮.

☆𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕☆

𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟑𝟎𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

"Hey, I'll get in contact with my lawyer tomorrow and I'll get you out of this mess. Those cops have nothing on you," Bill assured Valerie, his voice filled with empathy as he loomed over her. His tall and imposing figure provided her with a sense of comfort amidst the confusion. Valerie was puzzled and unsure about what to think. She found herself accused of a crime she didn't commit, but the evidence against could potentially incriminate her. The skeptical officer refused to believe her innocence. However, one question kept bothering her: Why was Brian's phone last traced to her house? What was he doing there before his death?

Valerie's confusion deepened as she stared at the polished hardwood floors of her living room, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and questions. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her, and she struggled to make sense of the damning evidence. "His phone was pinging to my house, Bill," she uttered, her voice tinged with disbelief and confusion. She couldn't fathom why Brian's phone would lead the authorities to her doorstep.

Bill's attempt to reassure her was evident in his voice, though his own guilt gnawed at him. "I don't know," he replied. "Maybe they're lying, trying to see if you'll crack." Deep down, he knew that wasn't truth. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake, one that could cost Valerie her freedom. The weight of his carelessness bore down on him, and he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of regret and stupidity. He had killed Brian, and in his haste, he had left behind evidence that could potentially incriminate Valerie. Now, he was left with the daunting task of trying to fix the mess he had created, all while protecting the woman he cared about.

Valerie's face slightly brightened with a glimmer of relief as she considered Bill's words. The possibility that they were just trying to scare her offered a bit of hope. "You think?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. She wanted desperately to believe that this was all just some sort of tactic to intimidate her.

Bill nodded, he reached out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah, I mean, I feel like if he were here, we would know, Val. They're just trying to scare you, detectives do that all the time to get whatever they can out of you." he reassured her, his touch providing a sense of comfort.

"I'm going to get going now, okay? You go get some rest. I'll start sorting this out tomorrow," he said gently, his finger lifting her chin to make her look up at him. His caring gaze met hers, and a weak smile tugged at Valerie's lips, though worry still lingered in her eyes.

"It'll be okay," he said as he placed his icy hands on her face, caressing her warm skin. The sudden coolness of his touch made her jump slightly, but she soon found solace in his presence. Slowly, he leaned in, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss, a momentary escape from the chaos surrounding them.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered, pressing his lips against her forehead.

"Goodnight," Valerie replied, a radiant smile spreading across her face. In that moment, she found a glimmer of hope, knowing that she had someone who would stand by her side through this chaos.

Bill walked out of the house, stealing a quick glance back at Valerie, who stood by the front door, her expression a mix of concern and affection. He couldn't help but offer her a soft smile, accompanied by a gentle wave, as he blew her a kiss before slipping into his car. With a simple push of a button, the engine roared to life, breaking the somber silence of the neighborhood, and the headlights automatically illuminated Valerie's house, casting a warm glow against the front steps. He maneuvered smoothly out of the driveway, the familiar sensation of the steering wheel beneath his fingertips grounding him amidst the rush of thoughts swirling in his mind.

As he navigated the streets, Bill found his mind consumed by numerous considerations. There were adjustments he needed to make regarding his rather unconventional source of protein. He couldn't afford to keep leaving behind incriminating evidence. While he typically enjoyed watching the chaos he caused as the police looked endlessly for him. However, as he stole another glance at Valerie's house in his rearview mirror, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him. He knew all too well the toll his actions took on her, instilling a sense of fear making her feel unsafe. It was this realization that ultimately led him to the idea of a new form of disposal, one that would hopefully spare her from further distress.

☆𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕☆

As I continued down the road, a sense of detachment settled over me. Despite this, an inexplicable longing to be in her presence tugged at my insides. After a moment of internal struggle, I made a decisive U-turn, my hands gripping the steering wheel, retracing my path back to her house. I couldn't resist the pull any longer; I had to see her.

I carefully parked a few houses down, my body leaning forward in anticipation as I faced her home. Through the windshield, I fixated on the dim glow of her bedroom that light pierced through the night, and through the sheer curtains, I caught glimpses of her silhouette, a tantalizing tease that left me craving more. I observed my breath hitching as she stripped from her clothes, each movement etching itself into my memory. She then disappeared from the frame of the window, then the room plunged into darkness.

After waiting a while, waiting until she was in deep sleep, I cautiously approached her back door. Knowing she had a habit of leaving it unlocked, I stepped in silently, my heart pounding in my chest, my senses heightened as I tried my best to minimize any noise that could potentially disturb her rest. I made my way towards her room, the floorboard slightly creeping under my steps, causing a surge of adrenaline to course through my veins. I froze momentarily, my breath held, hoping that the sound had gone unnoticed. With a silent sigh of relief, I continued through her house, inching closer to her room. Pushing the door open, I heard her light snoring filling the room. I smiled to myself as she peacefully slept, the streetlight casting a warm glow on her face. I crouched down to be at the level of her face, lightly pushed a strand of hair away from her face. The touch was delicate, as if I were handling something precious and fragile. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent that radiated from her. The sweet fragrance of vanilla perfume in the air, intermingling with subtle hints of champagne that lingered on her breath. In that moment, as I drank in her essence, I couldn't help but reflect on how cold and lifeless my life has been for all these decades, not having any other purpose other than eating other beings to stay alive. And now I found my purpose. You are my purpose.