CRUEL INTENTIONS

Chapter 6

The stalker walked closer to Carvida's room, approaching her bed stealthily. He then sat on the edge of the bed discreetly being careful not to wake her up. He sighed and stared at her sleeping figure with immense love and adoration. If only she knew how much impact she had on him. How much control she had on his mind, heart and soul.

"You are mine little flower, My feelings are beyond any words can describe as i feel my whole heart beating faster and harder for you only my little flower" He whispered softly and tugged her hair behind her ear. No one was allowed to touch her except him. That Alexander deserved death for touching what belongs to him. He had no right to even touch her let alone kiss her! He asked for death.

The stalker clenched his jaw remembering Alexander's arm around her waist. His control had snapped back then. She belonged to him only. And that won't ever change no matter what. She was his from the moment he first stared at her... He felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he remembered it.

Flashback :
He was walking down the long lonely road during broad day light, completely lost in his thoughts and sadness for today was his mother's birthday and he could not even hold her. She was dead for years now but he still could not accept it. He still felt that guilt, emptiness and coldness inside the depths of his soul.

Sighing heavily, he continued to walk when he heard a loud shout. Looking up, he saw a girl slamming a door shut and coming down the streets looking furious. He quickly hid behind a wall and watched curiously at the girl. His heart raced when she came close enough and he finally saw her eyes... Her amber eyes that looked just like his mom's eyes but they looked much more innocent, fierce and damn alluring.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. His heart instantly started beating faster. A heart he thought he lost years ago after his mom's death... He stared transfixed at the girl who brought his heart back to life.

He then saw her turned the corner and quickly followed her keeping some distance between them so as not to catch her attention. He watched in wonder as the girl reached the park and sat under a nearby tree with a sigh.

He stopped walking and stood well hidden behind another tree and stared as she closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. With the reflection of the sun on her soft smooth skin, her beautiful blonde hair and her pink lips. She looked like an angel sent from above. She looked beautiful, delicate and soft.. Just like a little flower. And.. In that instant he knew he wanted her, she was his now. His cure...

End of flashback

All it took was one stare for him to want her. One simple stare. And when he started observing her for weeks...He became obsessed...Addicted. He wanted to take her with him so badly. He wanted to kill her parents. He wanted to do it cruelly and he normally would have done so already but those were her parents.. He did not want to kill them without knowing if that's what she wanted as well. Henceforth he continued observing her hoping and wishing for a sign and then one faithful night in the garden. He heard her begging to God and wishing her life was different. Wishing her parent's death.

And.. That was all he needed to get to work. The next day, he set the house on fire while her parents were making out in the room. Perfect opportunity to seek justice for his little flower while she was at the university.

He smirked, an evil look in his piercing blue eyes as he remembered her parents'screams while they burned alive. Ah that was the perfect music to a monster like him. The perfect touch of satisfaction he needed.

"I won't ever let anyone hurt you or even lay a finger on you little flower. Your pain, your tears, your love and your pleasures are all mine" He said in a deep voice filled with obsession and madness. He knew what she was planning on doing. He saw the look in her eyes last night while she was probably pondering on how to eliminate him.

He could read her like an open book. He knew her like no one else and if she thought seducing him would make it easier for her to kill him. She was terribly wrong. As soon as she seduces him and he's in her bed. He would make her give in to the lust she feels for him and she would never be able to escape him, his love, his claim over her.

Smirking, he stood up and placed a letter and a blue rose on her nightstand. Why a blue rose? Well.. It represented him, his eyes and it was in a way an essence of him. In love, blue rose also signified mystery and longing for the impossible. It was perfect to represent them. She was what he longed for.. Something impossible.. Something he did not believe existed.. And he was the mystery..

The blue rose also represented his deep admiration and endless love for her. A love he was more than determined to make her accept and he surely will make her accept it. With that thought in mind, he stared at her one last time and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving quietly as if he never came here in the first place... He went back into the shadows hiding and watching his little flower.