Beautiful Alice

Introduction

October 31st, 1962

Her lips pushed harder upon his as they sat in her room on Halloween Night, her favorite night of all. There was something about a small, open buttoned nurse costume that really set Kenny right to the point, and there was not doubt about it. They had been there for about twenty minutes, and any changes Kenny silently requested, she denied. She always chose what was best. As she went to kiss him once again, he pulled away quickly. "You're no fun." He whispered low. 

She smiled at him, and undid his shirt, of course, giving him the wrong impression. She quickly kissed his cheek as she turned around into her pocket, and pulled out handcuffs. "I thought you were a nurse." He joked.

She didn't like jokes. "I thought you were the dumb boy getting a hot girl for once in his life who should probably shut up before he loses that chance?" 

He quietly stared at the floor, as she placed her cold hands upon his chin. "I'm just kidding baby. Tough love, discipline. Can't help it." 

She closed the handcuffs around his wrists and keyed them into the poles hanging from her wall. Kenny smiled with demonic, animalistic eyes, but then she through the key out the window and into the pond. 

"How do we plan on getting me down?" He asked hoarsely. 

"We don't." She replied, quietly. "Choose a number between one and five." 

He was nervous as to what she meant. It could've been a joke, but he was sure as hell not getting out with the key ultimately lost forever. 

"What? No. What's going on?"

"Come on Kenny," she whispered seductively, "choose a number between one and five."

"I don't understand." Kenny whimpered. "What are you doing?"

She placed her cold, stone hands upon his cheek. "This is a little disappointing. People usually seem a lot more afraid when I pin them to a wall." 

"This isn't funny, Monica." he said sternly. "If you're pulling some sort of Halloween prank, it isn't working. I'm not afraid of you."

With a slight chuckle, she reached into her pocket. She glanced down at what was inside, and smiled, as she pulled out what looked like a dagger, seconds later felt like a dagger, and a few seconds later from then, smelled of blood. His hand was what she cut, jut a deep slim cut down the center. Painful and stinging, but hardly anything to drain away your blood or cause him to die. "What the fuck?!" Kenny squirmed as he was handcuffed to poles dangling from the wall. 

She pouted. "The thing is Kenny, I'm not one to be intimidated by men. Quite frankly, I am the one who is intimidating." 

Kenny sweated, but smiled trying to be tough. "If you kill me, you'll get caught. There's traces of your fingerprints on the murder weapon."

She giggled as she stared down at the dagger. "You know what I love about killing people? They don't exist when they're gone. I get to kill them, along with each of their thoughts. So I could tell you all my darkest secrets, and then it'll be like I never even said them to anybody." she put her fingers together, red nail polish shining in the moonlight from the skylight above. "To start, my name isn't Monica. It's Alice King."

"Well, Alice, baby, can you please unchain me?"

"Second of all, I will not use the dagger to kill you. Of course sharp and painful is totally my type, I'm more of a personal killer. You know?"

Kenny's hair was drenched with the smell of sweat and whatever darned product he used. "And lastly?"

"And lastly,  I won't leave a trace or fingerprints. You know why? I'm 542 years old, and I'm a vampire." And those words were the last he heard before his neck was snapped like a toothpick and Alice dug her teeth into the wound.