I watched the life drain from her eyes as she laid in front of me. Her breathing stilled and I stood up, putting the knife into a drawer to clean later. As for her body? Well, it would have to go with the others.
As I carried her bridal style down to the basement, no one would realise she was just another corpse for my collection.
As I opened the door, I saw the other women who had foolishly followed me and fallen for me. They were weak and vulnerable. Perfect for someone to prey on for their fill. Of course, everyone gets bored eventually so a quick murder can solve that.
I put her beside the previous girl and smiled as I saw all 12 of them together. Each one would never have struggled in having a child with how they were, both appearance and personality wise. They all looked as weak as each other with a stab wound in the exact place where they stole my 2 angels.
Monica was only 17 when she fell pregnant with our first child. We were so happy to finally have a family...of course, the happiness could only last so long. On the way home one day, I got a call from the hospital saying Monica had been stabbed. I rushed there as fast as I could only to be told I was too late. Both Monica and our child had been murdered by a single stab wound to the stomach.
If I couldn't be happy with my lover and child, then why should other people have families? They should face the horror Monica faced but they'd never understand Monica's pain. Never.
I shook the memories from my head as I knew time was at the essence. I locked the basement door and went upstairs. Taking Alice's phone, I clicked on the contact I needed and heard the ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hi Ellen? It's Luke, Alice's boyfriend. She's here at the house but we need your help with moving her things. You see, we had a small argument and she wants to leave for a bit. Could you come over?"
"Oh in...of course. What was the argu-"
"Never mind, the address is 21 Oaklands Street."
"Alright b-"
I hung up before she could answer back and began to clean my knife.
To remain untraceable, you must get rid of anyone who knows you or the victim.
About 10 minutes later, the doorbell sounded and I simply smiled, placing the knife back into its drawer.
"Round 2..."
YOU ARE READING
The Chase
Mystery / Thriller"Was it possible to love half of a person, even if it was fake?" Love isn't easy...everyone knows that. Getting stalked is terrifying...that's obvious. But what if the two are combined? Stalkers know what they want and he wanted me.
