Why can I never find my soul mate?
Lydia pondered this question as her husband lay, snoring next to her. Lydia slipped of the bed and opened the curtains of her window before sitting in front of her make up mirror. Her husband stirred in their bed, shuffling before finding another position. Lydia rolled her eyes, her lip slightly curling in disgust as he began snoring again. She decided to ignore it and focus on what she wanted to do.
It was midnight and the moon peaked in through the married couple's window showering its glowing light on Lydia's curvaceous body. Her body was covered with a short silk night gown that was dyed with soft pale pink.
In anyone else's eyes Lydia would've been called a timeless beauty but there is a saying 'Never judge a book by its cover'.
Lydia's husband stirred once more but this time he somewhat awakened. With his head half buried in his pillow he could see his gorgeous wife staring at herself in the mirror. He saw her reach for her hair tie and with one pull her raven locks tumbled down her back in gentle waves.
This made him remember the first time they had met.
He was in a small coffee shop just out of town having the worst day of his life; he had just been suspended for calling his boss out on his shit. He was just in the middle of wracking his brain thinking of a way to apologize to his boss without demeaning himself knowing that was exactly what his boss wanted when a woman came into the shop causing the small bell at the top of the door to fill the room with a light ring.
His head turned to her and froze. She was a beautiful sight. She was wearing a white overcoat showing her long shapely legs and little black heels.
Effortless yet attractive.
She asked if she could sit next to him and without a seconds thought he agreed. They got talking and he became more and more interested about her.
"What is someone like you doing in a place like this?" he asked making her laugh, a tint of pink appeared on her cheeks as well.
"Well, I guess I'm just looking for my soul mate," she smiled. And with those words he was completely sucked in.
He now looked at his wife with a small smile on his face. Lydia on the other hand wasn't thinking happy thoughts. She was tired...sick and tired of her husband's crap and thought she should just get rid of him.
"What are you thinking about baby?"
Lydia's head swung to the side to see that her husband was fully awake and looking at her. Lydia smiled and turned back to the mirror. She placed her hand on the first draw on her right and slowly pulled it open.
"I think we're going to need to talk," Lydia finally said. Her hand landed on the silver blade she kept in her draw before picking it out and baring it to the world.
As if the moon was trying to warn her husband, light hit the knife making the blade glisten and glimmer. Her husband's eyes widened as Lydia towered over him. He tried to jump off the bed but since he had been tossing and turning all night he was tangled in the bed sheets.
The soon-to-be widow quickly mounted her husband. She clutched her knife with both hands before fiercely bringing the knife down to his chest. She stabbed him over and over again as his piercing screams died down.
Lydia sighed looking down at the blood that covered her hands. Guts, blood, tissues and other bodily fluids were all over the room. His intestines hung out and his eyes which Lydia always hated were gouged out and there were long streaks of slashes on his face. Lydia had also taken the liberty of cutting his throat so that his last seconds he was in pain, blind and chocking on his own blood.
The thick smell of copper filled the room making Lydia feel sick. Even in death this man irritated her.
She threw the knife on the floor and wiped her hands on her dead husband's top. She moved off of him and headed downstairs to sleep on the sofa...dead husbands stank after a while.
* * *
Lydia woke up early in the morning and took a quick shower before changing into her favourite white overcoat and little black heels.
She headed out to the coffee shop just out of town in her car. While she was driving she noticed that none of her neighbours had called the police...oh wait that's right she'd killed them all the night before.
Lydia strode into the coffee shop greeting the owner on her way in. Lydia sat and waited for her next prey to walk in through the door and in a moment that is what exactly happened.
The man was tall and handsome with light coloured hair and dark green eyes. Lydia smiled at him as he walked towards her. She offered him a seat which he gladly accepted.
Lydia began talking to the man and knew he was the perfect candidate.
"So what is a lovely lady like you doing in a place like this?" he asked with a small smile. Unlike her recently deceased husband this man was more outgoing and everything he said was said with confidence and charm.
Lydia smiled, "Well, I guess I'm just looking for my soul mate."
The man smiled with her, "As am I," he replied before looking down and frowning. He quickly looked back up and continued the conversation while secretly trying to hide the scratch marks he had received from his most recent victim.
