Rodger stared at the computer screen. He couldn't comprehend what this girl was proposing. Someone that wanted what he had imposed on so many others? She wanted her blood smeared? It was strange to find one person in the world that wanted the same thing as him, let alone two. Rodger sighed. If there was only a way they could kill each other at once. But it was impossible-no matter the way or the how their souls couldn't leave at the same few seconds. Rodger pondered her request. This could be a trick. But then again the situation was too unusual to be a trap. Traps looked normal. Safe. They didn't stink of a trap. He clicked reply and wrote a single word.
Sure.
Rodger pressed the send button, turned off the computer, and went to bed.
The next day Rodger stood in front of his closet. What the hell did you wear to this type of thing? He felt like he was looking over a perspective client, and she was looking for an agent. An agent of death, that is. Maybe he should just wear what he was wearing now, splattered with yesterday's blood. Rodger grinned to himself. Give her a demonstration of what exactly he did with his victims. Although they weren't necessarily victims. Much more like reluctant volunteers to be a part of something unattainably beautiful unless he helped them along. In the end he settled on a black leather jacket and a pair of pants. On the way there Rodger was incredibly jumpy. He was always skittish on days after he hunted (had someone seen him? Did someone notice something? A pattern? A suspicion? Were they checking under the tree at this moment?), but today was different. Today was something other than ordinary, which put Rodger on edge. He didn't like not knowing what he was walking into, what to expect. There was something odd about this whole thing. People who knew they wanted death handled it themselves, and obviously those who didn't know they wanted death avoided it at all costs. Even he, who wanted death more than anything else, wouldn't approach one of his own and ask them to end his life. You couldn't trust them! Everyone knew that. So what could she really want?
Perhaps she was insane. Rodger cringed. Insanity didn't serve him well at all. He'd rather steer clear of the crazies in the world. Still wondering what he was doing here, Rodger parked his car and walked into the Café Éclair. Round tables squared the perimeter of the room, and in front of his was the café's counter. He ordered a small coffee and sat down, asking himself how he would recognize her. He had never seen her, according to her. He wondered if she lived around his home, or his hunting ground. Most likely the latter, considering she saw him kill. Rodger sighed. Maybe he shouldn't be here.
A girl sat down at Rodger's table, across from him, placing two coffees in front of her.
"I'm sorry-I didn't know you already bought a coffee." She smiled at him with small perfect teeth, white as a light. Her hair hung in her face, long, stringy, and bleached white, making her complexion paler than the whitest cloud, but sallow and papery. He could almost see the veins that rested right underneath her thin frame. Rings like black bruises circled dark blue eyes, so dark they were black until the sun touched them. She looked as though she was made of porcelain, and might break. She was so vulnerable, like a little doe, and white as a lamb. He immediately knew upon seeing her that he hadn't laid eyes on her before, for it he had, he would have killed her on the spot. She was as lovely as death itself, and so seductively vulnerable.
She looked up at him with a little smile, rouge lips upturned. "My name is Dawn" she introduced.
"I'm Rodger." His voice purred. "You emailed me?" Curiosity burned in the pit of his stomach. That and such a strong wanting. He longed to see her blood, watch that precious life seep onto his fingertips. He quietly decided to kill her regardless what the situation was, one way or another. She was too beautiful to live. He was tempted to kill her now.
"You look at me as though you're hungry." Dawn commented pleasantly.
"If you really do know what I've done," Rodger replied. "you can probably guess what I'm thinking."
Dawn offered a little seductive smiled.
Rodger felt a shiver run down his spine. "Shall we get to business?" His fingers drummed across the table.
"Not so swiftly." Dawn laughed. "I wish to speak to you first. Somewhere more private perhaps?"
"Would you like to take a walk?"
"I would in fact. Come, let's move." Dawn stood, and he followed.
They took to the sidewalk beside one another, sneaking glances at each other's face. He, the murderer, and she, the victim Rodger couldn't seem to understand.
"Have you ever received a request like mine?" Dawn wanted to know.
"No." Rodger chuckled. "I hadn't even a clue that someone knew of my deeds."
"I've seen it." Dawn whispered. "Once before."
"Does it frighten you?" his voice was deep.
"I long for it." She whispered.
"Why?"
"I can't disclose that information to you. I'm sorry."
"How do you want me to do it then?"
"The same as everyone else." She licked her lips nervously. "I want you to stab me, and kill me quickly."
"Now?"
"No. But soon."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes."
"When do you want to do it?"
"Well...I have a condition in exchange for my life."
"What?" Rodger's eyebrows rose.
"I want you to spend some time with me first." Dawn explained. "I want to know you. I want to know everything about the person who ends my life. It would make it...easier I suppose. And it would be easier to kill me if you knew me, yes?"
"The opposite actually." Rodger shivered.
"Then we don't talk about me. So be it. But I don't want to just be a kill. I want to be the kill. Do you understand?"
"I do." With her beauty that surpassed all others, her death would be the most marvelous ever.
"Do you accept?"
"I don't know. You see, the kill is my release, the way to make the universe and myself at peace. But it's the hunt that is the fun. Without the hunt, the final act isn't as breathtaking as it should be. It's the chase that makes the kill all the more satisfying."
"I'll make a deal then. On the week I decided it's time, I'll walk down the street of your killing area every day. One of those days, whichever you choose, you can hunt me down and kill me. I'll probably make good game because by that time I'll be skittish about this whole decision. And that way, as well, it's impossible for me to go back on my word. What do you say?"
The very thought thrilled Rodger's core. He nodded.
"Wonderful."
"But what makes you think I'm going to wait?" Rodger asked in a growl. "What's stopping me from killing you at this moment?"
"Because you want to make my death as beautiful as possible. And for you, waiting in anticipation is a joy. Therefore, you're going to wait for the perfect time."
Rodger sighed. "You truly are something special." He couldn't wait to see her rich red blood against that wonderfully pallid skin. He touched her jaw line as she stared up at him. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
Ah, so young. "Are you sure you don't want to live life a little more?" He had never killed one so young before. There was no point in killing someone who hadn't tasted life-why cut a bloom before it unfurls as a rose?
"Death is my only choice." Dawn muttered.
"If you insist." She was so young, so naïve, so wide-eyed and fragile, a little white lamb. But he would love to spill her blood. It would be his most glorious kill.
"Do you have a cell phone?" Dawn asked.
"No." he didn't trust phones, especially cell phones.
"I'll email you our next meeting then." She told him.
Rodger nodded. She glanced at him one last time, her blue eyes strikingly sad, longing almost, and walked down the street. Rodger was left standing there dumbfounded. He strangely found his soul soaring, as though he had his knife at her heart already. She was a creature unlike Rodger had ever encountered before, and he hungered for more.
So what do you think of Rodger huh????? I know you probably hate him right now, but I'm hoping that opinion will slowly change. This is probably the darkest story I've ever done, even darker than The Youngest Prince where Amelia is constantly worried she's gonna get raped XD. But, I can't help it. This story line popped into my head and its just too deliciously dark and cute not to write.
Love it? Hate it? Let me know anything you want to tell me in the comments. I need feedback on this thing!!!!