Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Holidays

I was ready for a fix. A fix with blood. Not drugs. My fingers itched for a not so innocent victim. I wanted someone disposable. I wanted someone small and frail. Someone who wouldn't put up a fight. But, I did want a fight. I wanted a girl who was willing to put up a fight just to stay alive.

Someone like Joey.

My mind wandered back to a time when it was just us. The two of us hanging out at the library and working on school projects. So much had happened since then. Between the trips to the hospital and the visits from my so called father. I wanted things to be okay again.

The air outside had turned cold. Snow was already beginning to fall and it seemed as though, winter had snuck up on me. It seemed to do that every year. And every year it got colder.

I hated the snow. It was wet and cold and dreary. I guess I didn't like it because it was always associated with Christmas.

Christmas was never a happy time for me. Sure there were the decorations and the beautiful lights. The presents and the snow. The thought of being with your family and friends... I had none of that.

Maybe this Christmas was going to be different. This time, I didn't have to be at home with my so called family. I didn't have to be alone either. Maybe I could spend it with Joey. I shook the thought out of my head. That seemed to be going a bit too far. I couldn't. I wouldn't . There was no way I was going to spend Christmas with Joey Benson and her stuck up family. Never.

Christmas was a crowded and bustling time. People doing last minute shopping for their families. It was cramped and loud. And the music... Playing the same twenty songs over and over again. And people enjoyed it. The songs were just sung by different people. How was that fun?

I wasn't a Scrooge. Christmas just wasn't satisfying for me. It was nothing to me. It was a time for family and giving and laughter. Those were all things I couldn't have. They were all things I could never have. Because I was different from everyone else. That was made impossibly clear. And I couldn't change my ways. I couldn't because they were a part of me. They were me.

One step at a time was all I needed. All I had to do. Joey wasn't just going to come to me. I had to make her.

"Luke... You need more."

"More blood. More power. More everything."

"We need it, Luke. Please."

I cringed at the voices. At the sound. I squeezed my eyes shut. They were right. I needed to kill. It had been a long time since I had gotten another victim. I was getting antsy. They were getting restless.

It was times like these that I hated listening. This was my turf and they were slowly taking over. I wanted things to go my way. I wanted things now.

I made my way out of my house, locking the door behind me. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I walked down the street. The air was cold and nipped at my nose. Snow covered the ground in nothing but, white. The snow crunched beneath my feet as I walked. Christmas lights were hung along every house. Snowmen and Christmas trees.

One, two, three, four...

I made it a game to count how many houses had lights strung up. It was a way for me to keep my head cleared and unoccupied. The only thing going through my head were numbers. Nothing else.

I wasn't sure where I was going until I stopped at house I knew all too well. Lights of all different colors lined the rooftop. There was a wreath hanging from the door with a large red bow. And someone had been out that morning making snow angels.

Slowly, I made my way up to the door. I knocked on the door lightly, taking a step back. I held my breath and prayed that it wasn't her father that opened the door.