𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒// 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲...

𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

It's been a few days and I haven't quite left my house, I can't bring myself to leave or to pick up my phone I've been laying in bed stunned, shocked by the sight I saw at Bills house, the poor girls body sprawled lifeless on his bed, I wish I got a look at her face once I saw the crimson blood soaking the bed everything became a haze, but I do remember how he looked. He looked like a monster, like the devil, nonhuman... I replayed the look he had on his face in my head over and over again, his eyes were empty and devoid of life, he is non human, but the way he treated me how he loved me... was human. Was he some sort of cannibal? The monster under the bed I was always scared of? No. That's silly... right? God. I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind.. I can't even bring myself to go to the authorities, what do I even say? 'Hey my boyfriend is some vampire and he's the one that's been going around terrorizing people?' That sounds crazy. They already think I have something to do with it.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟒𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

It had been nearly two weeks since I had seen or heard from Bill, and as the sole suspect in the recent murders, the case had gained a significant amount of media attention. Most of my days had been spent confined indoors, dreading the thought of facing my coworkers at the club. I couldn't help but notice the distance growing between myself and the other dancers, as they spoke to me less and less, casting wary glances in my direction. The impending court date, just two days away, filled me with a sense of overwhelming dread and anxiety. Sleep had become a rare commodity, my mind racing with endless "what-if" scenarios as I tossed and turned restlessly through the night.

As much as I tried to push the thoughts away, I couldn't help but miss Bill - the way his strong arms enveloped me, offering a sense of safety and comfort I had grown so accustomed to. His soothing presence had become a lifeline, anchoring me in the midst of the chaos. But now, I might be held accountable for a crime he had committed, and the realization weighed heavily on me. "God, why do you always send me the crazy ones?" I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

☆𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕☆

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

I watch from the dark shadows of the night as Valerie sits on her couch in her small, dimly lit living room. The flicker of the TV casts a pale glow over her, making the hollows under her eyes seem even deeper. She flips through channels slowly, her expression flat, her eyes tired and puffy. My poor Val... she wasn't supposed to witness what she did. The terrified look on her face shook me. She thought I was going to kill her, and that hurt me the most. I've killed to protect her, to keep her from feeling that constant fear she felt with Brian. Now she can't even feel safe with me.

I've kept an eye on her since the incident, lurking in the shadows, watching from afar as the media frenzy surrounding her case spirals out of control. Tonight, I watch as a group of teenagers take pictures of her house, laughing and posing in front of it as if it's some kind of macabre tourist attraction. My fist tightens, and my jaw clenches. Just as I'm about to confront them, a twig snaps behind me. I swiftly turn around, only to be tackled to the ground by the three people I dreaded the most.