Dementophobia || Sanders Sides

1. The Night

Oh god, I did it again. Is anyone actually surprised at this point?

Anyway, hello and welcome! If you're new here, nice to meet you, I'm Lucy, and I love angst. I hope you're going to enjoy my writing and this story.

In case any of you didn't see the warning in the description, this book is going to contain triggering content, such as murder, blood, gore, stalking, and things like that. The book is literally about a serial killer and a stalker. I'm still going to put the triggers at the top of each chapter, but most of the chapters are going to have some sort of triggering thing in them. Don't say I didn't warn you.

This will be updated once a week, on weekends, and possibly more if I have time.

Aside from that, I hope you enjoy, and let the story begin.

TW: swearing, blood, knives, talk of death,

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Virgil wiped the blood off of the knife, glancing at the body with a smirk. Honestly, the person had it coming. They had been hitting on Virgil enough that even after being rejected he still tried it. Dealing with annoyance was never one of his strong suits.

He left the body where it was, not bothering to try and drag it anywhere. There was no point in trying to hide the body when it was going to get found anyway. Plus, he was more likely to get the blood on him, and he didn't need to bring the blood into his apartment. Too many killers got caught because of a stray drop of blood.

The night was dark and moonless, with only the stars to provide a small amount of light. There were lamp posts every so often, but they were dim and flickering. It was a serial killer's dream city. Not much light, plenty of hiding places and alleys, and the cops didn't have much training. The perfect place to get away with murder, at least if you played your cards right.

Virgil breathed in the crisp night air, sneaking out of the alley the way he had came from. As long as he could get back to his apartment without being spotted he'd be in the clear. He was certain that there would be no evidence against him. In fact, he could easily get a testimony about why he isn't a serial killer, even if the person was wrong.

The apartment building was dark when he got back, which was a good sign, but he would have to be careful. After all, you never know who could be watching. The perfect city for a killer is also the perfect city for any other crime you could think of, which meant that you never knew who would be what. He had been lucky so far, not running into many other criminals, but he wouldn't push his luck.

He paused to listen at the end of the hallway, letting the silence fold around him like a blanket. There wasn't a sound to be heard, which meant that everyone was asleep. Virgil sighed softly in relief, and then he quietly walked to his room and entered it. The door shut softly behind him, and he was sure to lock it. He wouldn't make that mistake.

Virgil knew he had work the next morning, but he didn't feel tired. His blood was still rushing from the kill, and his head was wide awake. There would be no way to fall asleep now. That was the problem with night time kills. The adrenaline rush kept him awake, and then he was exhausted the next day. At least he wouldn't have to deal with someone flirting with him constantly while he tried to work.

He cleaned his knife, putting it back in the hidden compartment in his dresser drawer. It was quite helpful to have hiding places for things, lest the police come and find a knife out in the open. The more hidden the knives were the better.

Virgil sat awake until the dawn light started filtering through the window, signaling the end of the night. The end of the fear that would grip the city until dawn came again. The night belonged to the criminals, everyone knew that. If you were foolish enough to go out at night, you deserved whatever was coming for you.

But now it was day again, and the city would breathe a sigh of relief for having made it through the night. Now it was the time for the normal people to come out to play, and time for the killers to put on their act once again.

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