Psychopath (Stiles AU)

Chapter 2

His car was stopped by an alley way behind some pizza restaurant that he hadn't cared to recall the name of. All he cared about was the pretty blonde girl who walked down there every Friday at exactly seven o'clock at night. 

He'd been tracking her for exactly three weeks now, watching and documenting her every move. It would seem it had been three weeks too long, in Stiles' opinion. He's been dying to get his hands on her, and today he'll finally be able to see what her skin feels like under his hands. 

His hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel at the thought, knuckles turning a shade of pale white. 

His eyes flicked to the other end of the alley way, the blonde beauty turning the corner and walking in his direction. He released his grip from the wheel, snatching the roll of duct tape from the passenger seat and picking at the end of it, making it easier for himself to get it around her mouth. 

As she got closer, his leg began to bounce up and down in anticipation, heart beginning to race. He lived for this feeling, knowing that in barely a minute he'd have her tied up in the back of his car, helpless and vulnerable and open for him to do what ever he pleased. And no one could stop him. 

He hung low as she got merely a meter away from him, pretending to fuss around with his phone until she passed the drivers side door. He quickly dropped his phone, discarding it to the passenger seat before snatching the tape again, scrambling out of the car. 

He reached one arm around the front of the girl, holding her tightly against his chest. Her own hands quickly reached up to clamp on the arm he had around her, trying to pry herself away from him. 

Stiles almost wanted to let out a laugh at how hard she was trying, how much she was struggling. They always did this, but none of them were going to get away. They were stupid for thinking they could escape now.

The blonde let out a shriek, a loud cry for help, and Stiles mentally scolded himself for getting side tracked. He let out a curse, quickly moving to stick the tape across her mouth, silencing her pleads. He managed to rip the tape with his teeth, securing the end behind her head before hauling her off of her feet and dragging her back a couple of steps to his car. 

Stiles swung the backdoor open, tossing the girl onto the back seat. He pried her tight grip off of his lower arm and shoulder then brought her hands together, wrapping layers of the tape around them to secure them together. He did the same for her legs, now limiting her from thrashing around so much. He hauled her further into the back of his car, shutting the door swiftly before climbing back into the drivers seat. 

This one had put up a fair fight, just as Stiles had expected, but that only put him further into his psychopathic mindset. Each time she struggled, his senses were sent into overdrive and his whole body began to itch at the thought of finally being able to get a blade against her skin. 

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She had sobbed the whole drive back to his house, it all muffled behind the tape that still remained stuck to her face. 

By the time Stiles had parked the car and gotten out, she fell silent. He pulled the back door open, her helplessly lying there while her wide, bloodshot eyes stared at him with complete fear. He pulled her legs out far enough so he was able to hook one arm under her knees and the other against her back. 

He shut the car door with his foot before heading inside, carrying the girl downstairs and into the basement. She visibly tensed when Stiles flipped the light on, her finally being able to physically see her fate in all its glory.

He sat her down onto the ever awaiting chair, moving then to pick up a pair of scissors before crouching down in front of her. He took a hold of her legs, cutting off the tape before swiftly moving to grab the rope, securing each of her ankles to the legs of the chair. He did the same for her arms, securing her wrists to the arms of the chair. 

He stood up again, pressing a finger to his lips as a way to tell her to be quiet, though he knew she wouldn't listen. They never do. 

She nodded gently at him, evidently swallowing hard when he reached out toward her and took the end of the tape that was still secure around her mouth. He ripped it away from her skin, and almost immediately she began to scream for help again. 

Stiles rolled his eyes, sighing gently while he moved to pluck the bandana from the back of the chair. 

"No one can hear you," He grumbled, harshly placing the bandana into her mouth and securing it with a knot at the back of her head. She continued to mumble words that were now muffled behind the red material while Stiles walked to the back of the room, fingertips dancing over the assorted kinds of knives he could choose from. 

Before he let himself pick one, he moved to a black journal that sat beside his blades, opening it up to a fresh page and plucking a pen from across the counter. He did this for every victim; filling out a page in his journal so he could keep a record of everyone. There have been around six previous to this girl, their deaths scribbled into the pages.

He started to fill the page with the required information. 

Date: 25/7/15

Time: 8:02 PM

Name: Courtney Blasenger

He glanced to the knives set out beside him again, eyes skimming the glimmers the lights set over each blade. He shut the journal, deciding to fill the rest out later. 

Stiles stepped over to the knives, fingers feeling over the tips of each one before coming to a stop at the Chef's knife. He took a hold of the handle, bringing it down to his side while he walked back over to the girl‒Courtney‒and stood behind her. 

With her hair in his fists, Stiles titled her head backward before bringing the blade to the exposed skin on her neck. She had began to cry again, and seeing her struggle against the rope only fueled his urges.  

Stiles pressed the blade into her neck, blood pooling around the edges where he had managed to break into the skin. He smiled as the red liquid grouped together in a bubble-like shape before running down her neck, disappearing down the front of her shirt. 

As he began to press harder and harder, she struggled more and more; thrashing against the chair while trying to pull away from Stiles' harsh grip on her head. Unfortunately for her, Stiles' grip wasn't getting any looser. If anything, he was getting tighter as the seconds ticked by, closer and closer... 

He pushed the blade harshly into her skin before sweeping it to the right then letting go of her head. She struggled to catch her breath as her blood spilled from the wound, painting her skin a bright red. 

It was a beautiful sight to Stiles, something that he eventually moved to admire from the front once Courtney had officially stopped breathing. Her head hung low, hair falling into her face while she finally remained motionless... peaceful almost. 

He smiled to himself while he moved over to the left where he snatched up his Polaroid camera, snapping a picture of Courtney's body. He took the image into his hands before disregarding the camera. He moved to his journal, picking up the pen again and began to scribble in the rest of the details. 

Cause of death: Cut throat. Chef's knife.

He tapped the Polaroid picture into the journal beside her information, closing it up and then moving to where he kept all his chemicals. Stiles plucked the bleach from the bench, along side a bucket and sponge. 

Time to clean up his mess. 

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A/n: Wooooh!!! First official chapter this is so exciting ahh 

Of course, this fic is going to have a main girl character but I didn't want to introduce her right away so the next few chapters are just gonna be him killing off some more people and giving you more of an insight in to his life and what not, hope that's okay.  

As requested by a few of you, when the main girl does get introduced I'm going to try my very best to try and not give her a name, that way its easier for you to pretend that it's you. From previous experiences I've realized that its quite hard to do so, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna try!

See you guys next week x