Obsession's Prey

Chapter 1

He sat in front of the mirror, his dirty blond hair mussed and unkempt. His piercing green eyes stared back at him, a hint of excitement dancing in their depths. He was planning his next move, his next victim.

He leaned back in his chair, steeling his fingers together as he thought. He had been watching her for weeks, studying her routine, her habits. She was a young professional, always on the go, always in a hurry. But he knew her schedule, knew exactly when and where she would be alone.

He smiled to himself, a cold, calculating smile. He loved this part of the game, the planning, the anticipation. It was almost better than the actual act itself.

He stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate. He began to pace back and forth in his small apartment, his mind racing with thoughts of his next victim. He could see her in his mind's eye, her long brown hair, her bright blue eyes, he couldn't wait to see her soaked in her own blood.....to see the life slowly escaping from her. She was beautiful, but that wasn't why he had chosen her.

He had chosen her because she was vulnerable, because she was alone. And he preyed on the alone, the vulnerable.

As he paced, he thought about his past victims, the ones who had come before. He remembered their screams, their pleas, their terror. And he smiled again, a thrill of excitement running through him.

But this time, something was different. This time, he had a feeling that he was being watched, that someone was onto him. He shrugged it off, telling himself he was just being paranoid.

But the feeling persisted, nagging at the back of his mind.

He pushed the feeling aside and focused on his plan. He had everything ready, every detail meticulously thought out. He knew exactly how he would approach her, exactly what he would say.

He stopped pacing and stood in front of the mirror again, checking his appearance. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, his hair styled perfectly. He looked like any other normal guy, not like a monster.

He smiled again, a cold, calculated smile. That was the key to his success, his ability to blend in. No one suspected him, no one thought he was capable of such things.

He took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of excitement. It was almost time.

He left his apartment and made his way to her neighborhood, his heart beating faster with anticipation. He knew she would be alone, knew she would be vulnerable.

As he walked, he thought about his motivations, why he did what he did. He didn't know, not really. He just knew that he needed to, that it was a part of him.

He turned a corner and saw her, standing outside her apartment building. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, her long brown hair shining in the sunlight.

He felt a surge of excitement, his heart racing with anticipation. This was it, this was the moment.

And then, just as he was about to approach her, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. A police car, parked across the street.

He froze, his eyes narrowing as he cursed, irritated. What were the police doing here? Had someone seen him?

He quickly scanned the area, his eyes darting back and forth. There were two officers, sitting in the car, looking at something on a laptop.

He gritted his teeth in anger as he had to leave his pretty today had to get out of there before they saw him. He quickly turned around and walked away, trying to look nonchalant.

But as he walked, he could feel their eyes on him, could sense their suspicion. He knew he had to get rid of them, had to throw them off his trail.

He quickly came up with a plan, a distraction. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, waiting for someone to answer.