^^^^For being my favorite lackey, and talking to me even though I am a bit of a biotch at times...*cheeky grin*
I sat there on my barstool observing her from afar, my eyes taking in every detail of her strapless, short red dress that hugged her curves as though in appreciation of being so close to such perfection. Her long black hair flowed down her back in soft waves while her brilliant green eyes sparkled as she looked up into her dance partner's eyes. I had no time or inclination to look or worry about him; I was too preoccupied with the perfection that is her. I watched as she reached up and softly caressed his face and it was all I could do to not walk over and rip her hand away. I didn't know her yet, but she would be mine.
It was going on midnight when I saw her making her way towards the door of the night club, I slowly made my way through the forest of swaying bodies, eyes upon my target. I wondered if she could feel my piercing glare upon her back. I had watched her all night while she danced with one man after another. What sort of tease was she? Was it so hard to stick with one man? She's just like all the rest and I'll make her just as sorry as they were too. She doesn't know what's coming, but that just makes it more fun for me, I love the surprise on their faces when they realize what's going to happen. They never truly realize what will happen though; they never last long enough to know everything I do to make them pay for their sins. No one ever suspects me either. I'm young, handsome and popular, the all-American boy until the hunger takes over. I am the wolf lurking in the sheep's clothing.
I stay a few yards behind her as she makes her way down the sidewalk. I'm hoping she doesn't opt for a cab as that will make my job harder, I can't lose her. I watch her make her way up to a pretty little white house complete with a white picket fence and red shutters, almost as red as her dress. Almost as red as her blood will be as it spills upon the floor later.
There is a light on shining through the front window, and I see that it is partially open. She's inside now and I hear voices pouring out of it. Snatches of conversation asking how her night was. I laugh to myself thinking of how her night will be as she takes her last breath.
I had hoped she would be different when I saw her at the club tonight, so beautiful, seemingly perfect in every way, but she's a whore and whores must be punished. Like my mother was punished. It's only fair.
I've stepped under the window now and peek in through it. I see my little tease in her red dress talking to an elderly lady, asking if she needs anything before she turns in for the night. The older woman complicates things, but I'll just need to get her out of the way first swiftly and as quietly as possible. Red makes her way out of the room, and I wait about a half an hour. The old woman has fallen back asleep in her chair with an old black afghan wrapped around her shoulders. There is a pillow behind her head, which comes in handy for me. I grab a hold of the window ledge and boost myself up and in. Stealthily I creep forward until I am upon the old woman. My foot hits a creaky floor board and I see the old woman's eyelids twitch and I move fast. I jerk the pillow from behind her head and crush it over her face. There is a hot flash of pain upon my hand as her finger nails rake across my skin, tearing the flesh and freeing the blood. This renews my determination as I push the pillow harder against her until I feel her struggles weaken then cease. I drop the pillow, slightly worried about my skin beneath her finger nails, I promise myself I will make sure her finger nails are skin free before I take my leave tonight and make my way further into the house. I round a corner and come across a small hallway. There are three doors, two of which are open. I peak into each one; the first one is obviously the old woman's room with its antique furniture and floral patterns. The second is a small bathroom, which leaves door number three. I creep closer and lean in against the door; my ear pressed close listening for any indication that she might be awake. Silence is my reward.
I wait another five minutes to be safe, and crack the door open. I push it wider an inch at a time as my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness within. I see her shapely body cocooned in blankets upon a queen sized bed, her hair splayed across her pillow, and her head propped upon an open palm on the pillow. I hear her deep and even breathing drift across the room to my ears, and I make my way slowly to her.
I realized that her breathing wasn't as even as it had been and wonder at the change. I hadn't made any sounds that I was aware of. Just then I hear her ask, "Grandma?" I kept silent, not daring to move or breath. Patiently waiting in hopes of her falling back to sleep. Then again it came, "Grandma is that you?"
She began to turn more towards me, and I watched as her eyes widened slightly, yet knowing it was still too dark for her to really make me out in the shadows. "Grandma, you look so tall," she said in a small confused voice. I knew then that she would not be going back to sleep, and pounced down upon her. She emitted a loud scream, which I covered with my hand. I was very aware that she had neighbors, and could not afford for her to draw any attention from them. She began to struggle against me, tossing wildly, attempting to toss me off. Out of nowhere I felt a fist connect with my jaw, this I was not expecting. They never fought back like that. It was usually only a few slaps, and some thrashing about. I have to say I was a bit surprised, which may have been my downfall. As I started to snap out of my stupor I realized that she was raining blows upon me, concentrating heavily on my jaw and temples. I reached down and slapped her with all my force and leaned in to whisper, "It'll go better for you if you stop struggling. Maybe I'll make it quick for you, would you like that?" I then brought my fist down smashing it into her face, amazingly though this just seemed to make her even angrier as she renewed her efforts. I felt her fist connect with my nose, and then everything faded to black.
I awoke to the sound of voices drifting around me, snatches of conversations and flashing lights strobing against my closed eyelids. Slowly I opened my eyes and was greeted to Red all wrapped up in a grey wool blanket, sitting sideways with her feet sticking out of a police car. As I became more aware of my surroundings I realized there were straps across my chest and legs, and that my hands were also pinned down. This is when I began to thrash around, almost toppling the gurney I was strapped down upon. I heard shouts, but was too far gone to know what they were saying. Escape, I had to escape. This was the only thought running through my mind, screaming at me to find a way, but in knew there was no way. I was caught.
Just then from the corner of my eye I saw a stooped figure make its way towards Red, and saw Red glance up with a tender look of love in her eyes. The stooped figure turned my way and I realized it was Grandma. Grandma, had she faked her own death? Was I so careless that I allowed her to live? Had I remembered to check her pulse in my excitement to reach Red? I couldn't remember, but it didn't matter anymore. It was over, everything ended for me as I screamed my innocence into the still night air. The wolf had finally been well and truly caught.
***Please check out my story "Killer Betrayals." I uploaded the first part today, and will hopefully add more soon. Comment, fan, vote :D
