The Halloween Massacre

Chapter 3 ~ Warren

The most magnificent woman just bumped into me. I completely tower over her, but even with my blocking of the sun, I still managed to get lost in her ocean eyes. I feel like I'm drowning, and I never want to resurface from the deep depths of the water which is her eyes. Her hair is as deep a brunette as my own, and she stares at me as though she is love struck, though I may be doing the very same. 

She stares at me as though she sees into my mind. 

She stares at me as though she can decipher my darkest secrets. 

And I fucking love it. 

"Are you ok, ma'am?" I ask her. Saying ma'am feels strange rolling off my tongue, but I'm trying to be polite. 

"Umm, yes. Yes fine, apologies," her voice is so sweet and innocent, as if dripping in the finest honey. She tries to walk away, but I won't let my future wife leave without a few more words. I grab her hand and pull her back to me, resisting the urge to kiss her perfect lips. 

"No, I apologize. I haven't asked for your number yet," I say with a wink. 

"No, sorry, I have a boyfriend," she says it as though she is regretful. I use this moment to grab her phone from her coat pocket and put my number in there myself. She overlooked my slight of hand, making this easy for me. 

"That's unfortunate, I was hoping to take you out for dinner," I smile wide, a smile I've never given any other girl before. She blushes, and the only thought going through me is the desire to make her blush in all of the places other than her face. I'm still holding her hand, which fits effortlessly perfectly in my own. "I take that as a yes. See you at seven," I wink again and hand back her phone. A confused look flashes across her face as I walk to disappear with the crowd. She can't see where I've gone, but I can still see her as she walks off to her car. 

I follow her from a distance, careful to not make myself seen. I've done this hundreds of times before, with all my victims, so stalking comes naturally now. 

Her house is fifteen minutes from downtown, twenty from mine if she were to ever drive a few minutes further, which, rest assured, I plan to make happen very soon. Keeping the address in mind, I drive home, mind racing with thoughts of her.

I didn't even get her name.

Her name.

Her name must be beautiful, if only to match her angelic features. When I get home I'll be sure to do my research, or rather Zane do it for me. He's my man behind the scenes, working out all the technological aspects of my job. 

Careful, Mi Amor, because now that I've laid eyes on you, you belong to me. 

That girl is mine, and if anyone dare lay hands on her they'll be meeting Death himself a lot sooner than what he has planned for them. 

I'm obsessed.

And I fucking love it.