I'd Tell You I Love You, but Then I'd Have to Kill You

Prologue

Viktor Peterson sat in his apartment, polishing a shining red knife. His neighbors upstairs yelled and stomped loudly, driving him nuts. He let out an exasperated sigh and walked to his small kitchen, pulling fresh cookies out of the oven. He took a bite out of one and set the rest on a plate, carefully holding the plate with his fingers, and slipping his long knife into his pocket. Viktor's phone rang and a curse escaped his lips.
                "What do you want, hoe?" He rolled his eyes and set the plate of cookies on the table. His brothers voice rang like bells on the other end of the phone.
                "I was just calling to check in on you." He had said.
                "Jacob. It is 11 o'clock at night." Viktor's voice was hostile, and he glared at the ceiling, punching it once, cracking the thin drywall. Another furious grumble of curses came from upstairs. "I'm going to have to call you back."
                "Viktor-." He hung up the phone and threw it on his couch, taking the plate of cookies and walking out of his door. He stalked up the stairs, his face seething. A woman leaning against the railing for the stairs was talking on the phone, a cigarette burned between her teeth. She eyed Viktor, her eyes scanning him up and down.
                "Mind if I borrow this?" He asked, his voice persuasive. He winked at her and stole the cigarette out of her mouth, taking a puff and then putting the butt out on her collar bone.
                "Ow-." She said, looking at him with angry eyes. He pressed his lips to hers urgently. "Excuse me, sir. What do yo-."
                "Don't tell anyone, and I'll be back later." He winked at her again, placing a kiss below her ear and walked to the door beside hers. She watched him curiously and he knocked on the door. Footsteps came closer to him from the other side, and he looked back at the woman, pressing a finger to his lips and letting a sinister smile stretch across his face. She smiled at him and the door opened, and a fake looking woman stood in the doorway.
                "Hello, Mr. Peterson." She straightened herself up, glaring at her husband who was angrily folding a blanket.
                "Mrs. Pave." He nodded. He glanced inside the apartment and looked back down at her; his face set in a polite smile.
                "Come on in, sir." He winked again at the woman in the hall, who was about to walk into her own apartment. She nodded to her door and winked back at him, smirking as she shut her door. He chuckled under his breath. He walked into Mrs. Pave's little home and looked around at the painfully colorful décor. He set his plate of cookies down on their dining table and let out a sigh.
                "I guess I should get this over with, huh?" He said, his tone subtly serious. Mr. Pave looked up questioningly.
                "What over with?" He said, fidgeting with his dark beard. His blue eyes were fixed on Viktor's bright amber.
                "I made you some cookies." He said, a smile lighting up his face. The couple seemed more relaxed. "What's the matter? Don't like cookies?" The couple quickly started shaking their heads and trying to reassure him. Viktor chuckled. "Don't worry, friends. It's fine if you don't." Mrs. Pace quickly went quiet. Mr. Pace kept rambling on and Viktor's dark brown eyes fell on him. He chuckled and slid the knife out of his pocket.
                "Mr. Peterson...That's a lovely blade you got there." Viktor looked up at Mr. Pace and smirked.
                "I know it is." He got up and shoved the knife down his throat, a scream escaping Mrs. Pace's lips.