L O V E R ~ h.s

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Davina POV

I lean down and sniff the white line once again. "You should take a break Dav" my best friend, Arabella, chuckles. I sent a glare her way while wiping off the access residue. She hands me a red solo cup while saying "We need to stop bringing you to these types of parties. One day, it will get out of hand".

I get up from next to her and walk over to the kitchen to get away from her nagging. Arabella and I have known each other ever since we were 4 years old, but God does she annoy me sometimes.

Both of us come from pretty rough pasts, we moved in together when we were just 17. Now, we are both 21. Of course, the classic high school dropouts. One is addicted to coke while the other is an alcoholic.

I take the red solo cup and pour some tequila into it. Letting my eyes wander around the room, I spot a couple. Both seem to be engaging in a heated conversation. I walk over and overhear the girl saying "Get away from me. Stop touching me" but the guy doesn't seem to get the memo.

"She said to get off of her, dude. She doesn't want to be near you" I speak up as I get closer. The guy turns around and since we have quite a big height difference, he looks down at me.

"Mind your own business" he barks at me.

So I did just that. I turned around and walked back. Walking back into the living room, I spot Arabella sitting there dozed off.

I yank her up by her arm and say "We are leaving. Let's go". She doesn't question my actions and follows me back to my car.

While driving, I can't take my mind off that couple. That poor girl is probably still being harassed by that guy. He will be surprised by what I have in store for him.

"Okay..get out," I tell Arabella when we stop in front of our apartment. "You aren't coming inside?"

"No, I have something to take care of". Nodding, she gets out and goes inside.

When I finally see the door close, I speed off back to the club. Running through red lights, I get there faster than I normally would.

I park a little further down the block from the club just to be in the clear. I jump out and go into my trunk and grab my black hoodie.

When I look back towards the club, I see the guy walk out without his girlfriend. I suppose he finally left her alone. Pulling my hood over my head, I walk behind him.

It seems like he didn't have his car so that makes this plan 10 times easier. Hopefully, after this, he will learn his lesson, or not.

I lean down and grab my knife from inside my boots. I quicken my pace and try to catch up to him.

Finally, he turns the corner into a darkened ally. I sprint towards him while trying to calm my nerves down. I cannot wait to get my hands on him.

"Hey!" I scream at him to get his attention. He turns around and squints his eyes trying to figure out who I was.

"Who the fuck are you?"

I smirk while bringing my knife up into clear view. "Your worst nightmare babe."

His face turns pale and he turns to run, but before he can react, I run towards him and stick the knife into his neck.

He screams in agony which makes me smile. Dragging the knife down his neck to his chest, I whisper into his ear "You should know better than to touch a girl without her consent baby. You should've left her alone".

"Please leave me alone! I'm sorry!"

"No you aren't. You never were and never will be. Say goodbye lovely".

I finally stab his heart repeatedly to make this quick and short. Blood covers my face and hands. This is my happy place, honestly. I love this feeling. I love watching people take their last breaths in my own hands.

When I knew he was finally dead, I cut a hole in his right pant leg to make it big enough to write something onto his skin.

I press my knife into his skin and crave a "P" and an upside cross underneath that to brand him. I took one final look at him and got up.

Walking backward, I wipe my hand on my hoodie and grab my phone from my back pocket. I go to call a good friend of mine.

"Hello?" a male voice answers.

"Hey Nick, uh. I have a favor" I slowly say while walking back towards my car. I keep looking behind my shoulder making sure no one notices me.

"Ok, what? Do you need me to come to clean up again?"

"Yeah, uh.." I hate asking him to do this. But, he is the only person I know who can clean up a crime scene.

"Just send me the address. It's fine. I have nothing to do anyways" he speaks.

"Alright, thanks" and with that, I hung up.

I got to my car and jumped in. I take off my hoodie and throw it into the backseat. I'll just wash it tomorrow

Starting the car, I make my way home. I am beat and just want to fall asleep.

I finally pull up to my apartment and get out. I peep that all the lights are off which most likely means Arabella fell asleep which benefits me so much.

Quietly, I make my way inside. I kick off my shoes and go into the shower. After that, I do my nightly routine.

Walking back into my room, I plop onto my bed and think about the events that took place tonight. A smile creeps up on my face when I hear the man's screams ring in my ears. Truly music, it was amazing. I let my eyes flutter shut and slowly drift off to sleep.

I guess I forgot to mention in the beginning that killing is my favorite thing to do.

A/N: I'M BACK AFTER THREE YEARS !! I missed writing so much..