Mastermind | TRACOB

CHAPTER SEVEN

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN - LEATHERMOUTH

"Jack the Ripper is the best-known name for an unidentified serial killer generally believed to have been active in the largely impoverished areas in and around the Whitechapel district of London in 1888." *

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Troye sat across the table from Jacob, leaning on his elbow and batting his eyelashes. Well, they were not his eyelashes. No, of course, he would never agree to go on an actual date with the hazel-eyed detective. A pretty blonde intern would, though. He let out a stupid giggle at something the man had said, flipping the long blonde hair out of his (her?) face.

A brunette waiter came over to their table, throwing a fake smile at the two of them. Troye raised an eyebrow at her attitude, keeping his mouth shut. "Can I get you drinks to start?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at Jacob. Troye tuned him out as he ordered a bottle of wine for the both of them, just glaring at the girl.

"So," Jacob started once the waiter had left, pulling Troye's attention back to him, "what are your interests outside of work?"

Oh god.

This is why Troye never agreed to go on a date with him as himself. The smalltalk was painful. The shifter only wanted to talk about the current cases. This whole 'date' was an attempt to get inside view on the latest murder cases, all of which had been created by Troye's own handiwork.

"I don't do much," he said. "I like to run. Spend a lot of time studying. Between school and work I don't have much time for myself."

Jacob nodded. "I've been out of school for years and I still don't have much time to myself. If you want time to do anything I would suggest dropping out and finding a new career path as quickly as possible."

Troye giggled, his voice sickeningly sweet. "That's okay. I don't think I would mind hanging around the station much."

Jacob raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips. "If I can make it more interesting for you I will try my best."

"Mm."

The waitress came back then, a bottle of red wine in one hand and two wineglasses in the other. "Here you are," she purred, setting Troye's glass down carelessly but being neat with Jacob's. Troye looked over her, unimpressed. It looked like she had undone at least two of the buttons on her shirt and reapplied her dark red lipstick. Troye had to bite his tongue to avoid insulting her right there - she was a fucking whore who was trying to steal someone else's date. Not a cool move.

"Are you done?" Troye asked after a minute, grabbing both Jacob and the waitress' attention. "I'm ready to order."

The waitress stood up straight, turning from Jacob to the blonde woman across from him. "Of course," she said, her tone cold and annoyed. "What can I get for you?"

"I'm getting tonights special," Troye replied, his voice sounding the same. "Thanks."

"And you, sir?"

Her voice went right back to that sickening purr. Troye was so, so tempted to reach out and grab her hair, smash her head against the table until she learned to respect boundaries.

But no, he would not make Detective Bixenman witness that firsthand.

"I'll have the same," Jacob said quickly, tuning in on Troye's mood change. The brunette nodded with a smirk, jotting something down on her notepad before walking off.

"She's forward," Jacob joked, obviously trying to lighten the mood. Troye stayed silent, just nodding. The hazel eyed man awkwardly cleared his throat before opening the bottle of wine and pouring both of their glasses. They were quiet until their food came, Jacob hurriedly waving the waitress away after they had everything they needed.

"I'm sorry," Jacob said, looking Troye in the eyes. "I will make sure to talk to the manager about her behaviour."

Troye have him his most charming smile, pushing the long blonde hair back from his face. "Thank you. I'm sorry for being so selfish."

Jacob chuckled. "That's fine. I'll take it as a compliment."

The two laughed and talked back and forth for a while, eating their food and drinking wine. This continued on for about an hour, until Troye decided that he was going to take a bathroom break and Jacob went outside for a cigarette.

Troye walked through the restaurant, looking out for the waitress. He pulled a hair tie from the purse over his shoulder, putting his long hair up and out of his way. "Hey," he said to the waitress, who turned and raised her eyebrow. "Do you have a minute? I'd love to just have a little chat."

The waitress laughed, nodding. "You that mad that I hit on your boyfriend? I don't think he minded."

Troye quickly glanced around them, noticing that this part of the restaurant was pretty empty. Sure there would be security cameras, but they would not react right away. The shapeshifter smirked and grabbed a steak knife off of the closest table, quickly spinning around and grabbing the other woman. "Say one thing and I'll slit your pretty little throat," he hissed. "I wonder if the boys 'll still think you're oh-so-hot when you're bleeding out on the floor."

"You-"

Troye pushed the knife against the woman's neck just a little bit harder, blood bubbling up where the serrated points of the blade were. "Fucking try me," he muttered. "I'll drag you out there and kill you in front of everyone."

The waitress did nothing but whimper, stumbling forward and doing as Troye said. He shoved her forward into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind them. "Do you do this often?" Troye asked as he pushed the girl backwards against the wall. "Hm? Are you always such a slut? Literally undressing in the middle of work to try and impress men that are not yours?"

Troye gave her no time to answer as he grabbed her hair and pulled her around, her head and the sink connecting with a sickening 'thud'. "I did not get all dressed up to have you trying to steal my date." Again, he smashed her head against the cold white surface. She cried out and Troye smirked, repeating his action again. "Oh, it's so fun to play with things that are not your own." Thud. "You know the farthest thing from my own?" The woman shook her head, just barely. Troye laughed evilly. "Your life."

Blood started to pour from her head as Troye continued to bash her up against the porcelain, the red liquid spraying up the front of his dress. "Keep your hands to yourself, slut."

With that he threw her body to the ground, stepping over her and going to the door. Before leaving he turned around, looking in the mirror. He looked proudly at himself, eyes flashing gold.

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*"Jack the Ripper." Wikipedia, Wikimedia Foundation, 31 Oct. 2017, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_the_Ripper.

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