Pseudosapien

Caught

Garth Knicks suspected her, Annie knew. She smiled at the expression on his face one morning as they hung out over at his house. Her blue eyes caught the frustration in his dark ones as he pondered over things that she deemed trivial. She would not kill him if he could accept her for what she was and how she was.

Annie may not have given him blood to work with but she had left him with hair follicles, which were much better at finding traces amounts of just about any drug within a much farther time span than a simple month or so.

"You try too hard to use the force and you might pop an aneurysm." Hopefully, that would peel him away from his train of thought that was going anywhere but uphill.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I?" He sighed as he rested his head in his non-coffee hand so he could be eye level with her on the other side of his kitchen's island.

"No, you're a poor liar." She said.

"It's not even that you do what you do that bothers me, it's how easily I can accept it and still not fear you. I actually like that it's you."

"That's because you aren't my target or on my list of people to off."

"You're ok with me knowing?"

"You're ok with knowing, so yeah." She shrugged and he laughed.

"So, it was you with Emmanuelle?"

"Yup, and all the others before him."

"Did you like any of them?"

"Most of them but that isn't a factor that decides whether or not I'll kill them."

"Have you ever not killed someone you dated?"

"I didn't kill the Shakespeare or the nerd of nerds. There are many normal guys I've dated that I haven't killed."

"Why did you do that to Emmanuelle's body?"

"Because I could. It doesn't matter either way because now they know that there's a high chance the killer is female or a physically weak male. They would think that anyways considering how many more guys I've killed than women."

"The women almost always look rushed and overdone...like him."

"I don't have enough time with them as far as trust and stuff goes. Men I can lure in with looks, body, or how weak I appear."

"So, you've slept with some of them?" Garth berated himself for sounding jealous of dead people.

"Just a portion of the Feelers."

"Feelers?" Anemone told him her reasons behind the labels and about the club.

"So, Mason Christner is one too?"

"Oh, yes. He has got to be the most talented and stable Dead I've seen in my entire killing career."

"And you want to kill him because...?"

"Having his death be from my hands...would be a very satisfying feat for me."

"Like a trophy or an achievement in a game?"

"Yeah, exactly. He's a nice guy, but he's also the one that started it all. The Poker Club, that is. He has given me so much to work with while being entertained at the same time. It's quite nice to be able to share a story sometimes...even though I couldn't share any real ones. That's not allowed."

"Being a Reaper." Garth muttered and she wanted to laugh at how funny it sounded coming from him.

"I think he knows."