Kai Parker One Shots

It Follows

Cloudless was this October night, the fluorescence of the moon the only guiding light in the harrowing darkness. Shadows pirouetting along the walls ever ominous of lurking danger; billowing winds utterly eerie as they flitted orange and yellow leaves to and fro. Every alley felt like a path to demise, street corners indubitably treacherous to any soul who dared to be out at such a late hour.

Oak trees swayed and streetlamps flickered, not many passerby on the road or even the sidewalks apart from one man. Quiet were the footsteps of a pair of Doc Martens as they ambled down the pavement in sheer curiosity. A woman just inches away entirely oblivious to her follower, composed a text to an unknown subject - but little to her knowledge was she one as well to peeping eyes.

Malachai Parker sulked behind, keeping a safe distance but not so much so that he couldn't keep a line of sight. He yanked his black peacoat tighter around him, winding around the bend and peering at the nearby surroundings to be certain he drew no suspicion. I'm her boyfriend. I'm her husband. I'm a good friend. Lies were his forte, and he could whip one up in an instant if need be. The greater challenge was how to ensure that she would be in a position where he could coax her away from all the bustle of the city.

The scent of her blood was deliciously potent, and every waft drove him mad with yearning. To sink his teeth into that velvety skin and swallow every droplet of blood that fell onto his tastebuds. Nothing in the world could satisfy him more than hearing her scream mercilessly. A helpless victim in the grasp of her captor, even the thought was enough to up his anticipation - no matter how long it took to sequester he would patiently wait. Rounded hips peeking out from under her knit sweater did nothing if not entice him further. Her body was truly a wonderland pleading to be explored.

Filthy thoughts rampant in his mind, he lost his footing just slightly and the light scuff of his boot caught her attention. In the nick of time, he slunk into a cluster of gnarled branches and watched as she searched high and low for where the noise came from. A mischievous chuckle escaped him as he watched the once serene expression on your face morph into a panicked one. Terror was a build to his ego, and one of his most favorite things common amongst all those unfortunate victims he came across.

Paranoia. That is what it must've been, you decided as you continued on and an incoming response to your earlier message flashed across the screen of your phone. One two many horror movie marathons this week had messed with your usually composed nature. No one was out to get you. A raccoon scurrying into the forest was nothing to get excited over, that is, unless you were actually right about the indescribably strong hunch. A dimly lit gas station labeled OPEN: 24 hours came into view, a relief from all the burdening anxieties.

Empty apart from a sole Toyota Camry, it was at least more public than the adjacent liquor store where drug addicts usually hung around to get high. The bell overhead rung in signal of your arrival, and a welcoming array of candy and hot food looked quite appetizing as you hadn't eaten in a couple of hours. Stomach growling loud, you rifle through bags of chips and packs of beef jerky for anything cheap. Ten dollars wouldn't get you much, and the only reason you were even out of the comfort of your home was because you couldn't take your bickering parents' shouting matches any longer. It would figure the one time you decide to escape from all the bad that it would be weirder than ever outside.

The less than happy clerk took the bill, probably wishing he too were anywhere else and rung it up before scanning the cheese Bugles and Moon Pie you'd snatched from the shelves. Exhausted, you took the plastic bag and stretched while yawning as you left. A perk of not living too far was that at least you'd be in your bed before long and drown out everything with a good old playlist.

Ah, but you were making it too easy making it for him. Isolated from it all and in the perfect setting for an ambush, he sleuthed between idling vehicles and neared closer. The element of surprise he had with his incoming presence as he lingered so close he could reach out. "Mind if I have a bite?" he cooed in a sultry tone, the rasp of his gruff tone sending chills up the entirety of your spine and in his grasp he took you without a moment to spare.