Tate and Violet- Forever Yours

Chapter 18- Michael

Michael

I brought my first victim home today and the very thought of tearing out her still-beating heart makes me dizzy with anticipation.

I picked her up outside of a supermarket as she was just sitting there on the curb crying. Her bleached blond hair stuck out in all directions as her dark mascara ran down her face.

I had just made a quick run to the shops to buy some bread, but after I saw her sitting there alone and vulnerable I knew it was an opportunity to have some fun and to baptise the house with a new set of horror stories.

When I walked up to her she did not seem to be worried at all and actually grabbed on to the folds of my jumper with her cold shaking hands. This woman or should I say young girl was drained her whole life had looked as it had been torn in two, but the strength of her grip showed she was not about to give up anytime soon.

This woman looked like a fighter.
And watching a fighter give up hope and beg for the mercy of death is sweet on another whole level.

I asked her if she wanted a lift and she gladly accepted the offer muttering something about finally meeting a nice charming young man.

If only she knew the truth, then she would be running from me the the predator with all her might. I do love it when they run.

Anyway to cut a long story short I walked her towards my car which was parked in this small dingy alleyway. I walked round to the boot saying that I had a spare coat that I could lend to her in there because it was kind of cold outside. I then opened the boot and pulled out an old coat, trusting me she walked up to me to put it on. When she was distracted putting it on I hit her over the head and crammed her small thin frame into the car.

Now she is sitting in the basement tied up to the pipes and looking at me with pure fear in her dark swollen eyes.

Its a shame really that I have to kill her because she is quite attractive.
But I'll have more enjoyment watching her die than sitting in some snobby restaurant hearing her babble on about what and who Josie was doing.

I need to find another victim though before I can start having some proper fun.
The more the merrier right.

Anyway, I think that I've managed to settle into this house and area quite well.
The neighbours all seem to adore me and are practically begging me to have dinners at their houses.

Me and Violet have become some what of an acquaintance. I'm still not sure of my feelings towards her. I want to watch her die but a small part of me thinks that I might miss her.

No that is ridiculous I am the prince of darkness, I am a hunter and a cold blooded killer. I do not feel remorse nor pain and I have no regrets .

The streets will run red with blood by the time I am finished with this world and people will cower at the very mention of my name.

Let the reign of terror begin.

"Michael"

The sweet voice of Violet brought me out of my bubble of hatred and I rushed towards the basement door so she wouldn't see my torture dungeon.
Well, at least not yet.
Death is unavoidable.

"Hey Violet" I said spreading out my body so she can't see my victim strung up.

"I just wanted to know if you had a lighter" she waved around a unlit cigarette in her hand and looked slightly annoyed.

Oh how I hate smoking. If you want to pump hideous and nasty chemicals I to your body their where better ways of doing it then talking a drag from a cigarette.

"Yeah, sure".
I pulled a lighter out of my jeans pocket and threw it into the anticipating hands of dear sweet Violet.

" Thanks Michael. See you later ".

She turned round and disappeared miraculously probably off to the garden to smoke those horrible disgusting chemical sticks.

Chucking to myself I head back down the stairs to torment my victim a little bit and maybe just torture her a little.

A boys got to have his fun.