Seperate Worlds

Chapter 1

I slowly walk along the road. it is dead quiet.The only noise to be heard was the scuffling sound of my own feet on the ground.There hasn't been any cars drive past in an hour.

In the distance I see a house.

Perfect.

Just what I'm looking for.

The nearest house to this one would be at least 10 kilometres away.

Even better.

I walk up to the door way and knock 3 times and wait.

Four giggling teenage girl open the door and I chuckle at my luck. Teenage girls are always the most fun.

"Hey girls," I say, flashing them a smile that I know makes them weak in the knees "I'm a little lost at the moment and I'm looking for a place to stay the night."

A blonde girl grabs at my wrist and pulls me into the house. "You can stay here." She offers."My parents are out. It's only us at home." She adds, winking at me.

I shudder at what she's hinting. I've never been interested in that kind of stuff.

"Thank you." I reply.

"Oh, it's no problem. Do you want me to take your backpack ?" The redhead adds gesturing towards my bag.

" I would prefer to keep it, if that alright." If only they knew why.

"That's fine." The brunette cuts in.

Could these girls be anymore desperate? They are making this way too easy.

They lead me up the stairs and leads me into a bedroom."You can sleep here tonight. The bathroom is just next door." The blonde girl says, I'm still not sure of her name.

All of the girls except the one with long dark hair leaves the room. "I'm Rose." She says, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Rose. That's a nice name." She places her hand on my leg.

"You never told me your name." She pouts.

"Cole." I mutter staring into her eyes.

She begins to lean in slowly but before our lips meet I manage to pin her down on the bed.

She smirks, as if she expected this.

Without her noticing, I manage to get the duct tape out of the from pocket of my backpack.

As much as I want to hear her screams, I can't risk the others hearing this.

I quickly cover her mouth with a strip of tape. Before shehas a chance to react, I pull out some rope and tie her hands to the bed frame.

Her eyes widen in fear as she thinks of the things I could possibly do to her.

Still starddling her, I pull my knife out of my backpack. She starts shaking her head and mumbling pleas for help which I can't quite hear because of the tape.

This is the moment I love. The moment when a person realises that they are going to die. I love the way they panic thinking that it will change what I plan to do.

I slowly drag the knife across her stomach. Blood begins to pour out and onto the bed. She struggles against the rope but it's no use. The only way it would come of is if I decided to cut it off and I sure as hell ain't doing that, well, not until she's dead.

I lean forward and whisper in her ear. " You're very special."

She looks at me as if to say 'what do you mean'.

"You're my 100th kill."

Her eyes widen and she tries to scream. Has't she already figured out screaming won't help her?

I chuckle and drag the blade down her arm. More of that thick red liquid came out.

I love the sight of blood. I love the colour, the smell and yes, even the taste. After all they say blood is thicker than water, right?

Finally over her sobbing, I slit her throat.

Pulling out my camera, I take a photo. What? I like to remember my vicims.

Gathering my stuff, I make my way downstairs, leaving her bloody body on the bed.

One down three to go.