Smiley The Killer (Series Discontinued)

She looked so lonesome

I walk on the sidewalk, my hood on my head. I'd changed my hoodie to keep anyone from getting suspicious. My victims are the talk of the town. I smile, the taste of their blood still lingering on my lips.
I notice I'm nearing a school and look up enough for my face to be unnoticable. I spy a girl around my age with long thick hair the color of white moonlight. She is very pretty, though her hair is a bit messy from her hood. She steps into the bus in front of her and disappears from my sight.
I put my head back down and step to the back of the line, my face invisible behind my long curtain of hair. I step onto the bus and hurry to a seat, then sit down. I am sitting next to a girl with frizzy red hair, braces, and glasses.
She looks at me confused, "I've never seen you before, are you sure your even in this class, in fact you l-"
"Shut it, red." I hiss. She immediatly quiets. I peek at her through the gaps in my hair, all the blood has drained from her face. I laugh quietly to myself as the bus begins to move.
I have to be extremely careful though, this is dangerous. I cannot get caught. I mean, a serial killer on a bus filled with a whole bunch of kids? Bad idea.
I look back and spot the girl two seats back and in the row next to me. Her bangs are covering her right eye. Her eyes are a silver color, almost transparent, even.
She puts her headphones in her ears, not noticing my gaze on her. Her eyes close, she is drowning everyone else out.
Her eyes open and she nibbles on a sandwich. She rests her head on the window. I notice the circles under her eyes.
The bus stops suddenly, the girl pulls out her headphones and pauses whatever song she was listening to. I stand along with Red and walk off the bus, then dissapear into the woods. I watch as the girl walks off the bus. Luckly the forest is thick, she would've seen me.
I grab her hood and pull her into the woods, the. Push her against a tree and place my knife on her throat. She looks at my face, terrified, I smile.
"Hey beautiful. What's the weather like?"
She just stares at me, wide eyed, her breathing unsteady.
I twist my head to the side and laugh maniacly, then look back down at her, "Ya' know, it's not fun if you don't talk."
"S-sorry. "
I laugh,"You are so weak."
"Did you follow me?"
"Yeah, I did, you gotta problem?"
"Actually, yeah."
I push my knife higher, "Ooh, someones gettin' fiesty. I like it."
Her breathing speeds up,
I place my nose on her neck and sniff as she tenses up. The smell of her blood intoxicates me. The smell better than anyother I'd ever smelled. I smile wider.
"You smell, amazing."
She trys to push me back but I hold her neck tightly.
"Watch it, missy. You could make me kill you."
I remove my knife from her neck and watch her fall on her knees, grasping her neck and gasping for air. I smirk.
She looks up at me.
She is quite beautiful, her facial features I perfect order, eyes light and sharp like daggers, her hair complimenting her eyes.
I help her to her feet, "You're lucky your beautiful. Now I don't wanna kill you..."
I scowl at myself, then leap onto the nearest tree branch, "But remember, Precious. I'll be watching."