Anonymous Psychopath

Chapter 2.

"The bad things keep going with you. And follow you. You can't run. As much as you want to" -Ian's POV-

He knew how far he wanted to go with this and everytime he sensed confusion or terror in her eyes he thought 'sweet'. Ian enjoyed it, not for the simple fact that it turned him on or the power he felt but for the simple reason that it was all he knew.

All Ian had learned was that he should do this. He should scare and torture people. And as a good apprentice he knew how far he could take it with his victim.

His parents were the ones to give him these ill ideas, he had been the "black sheep" of the family, always labelled as something bad and Ian had learned it that way.

This was his so called mate but did he want this? All the future he could see ahead of him was the one where he had his own pleasure torturing others and she'd be a victim in his game, she'd be an obstacle to him, one he couldn't hurt nor overcome and he couldn't deal with that. He wasn't prepared to be put to such a great challenge.

Or so he thinks.

Lucy was in his room, in his room, on his bed and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with that or perhaps he didn't want to deal with that.

He had snapped at her too hard and he had let his guard down and showed her emotions he wasn't aware that were there. He let himself get controlled by his wolf and he couldn't allow it to happen again.

He sat against the wall of his bedroom on the outside, the dark wooden door to his right and he thought of putting himself in... in the shoes of the person he should have been, if that was possible.

If Ian wanted to have Lucy, if he wanted to- No.

He wanted her but he wanted her for nice things and that wasn't his plan, EVER.

And he wouldn't change for her, he didn't know how to, so he stood up and walked down the stairs.

Then he simply left. He had to think.

'Could I offer you a drink, dahlin'?' he said in his best fake British accent he could manage, beside him was a brunette girl, she wore fake tan and had boring brown eyes but he knew she was gullible and easy.

He smiled politely and she gave him her widest smile and nodded, then he went ahead with his plan, it was carefully thought and perfect.

Ian put his hand out and called the bartender. 'Two beers.'

The bartender nodded and went about his business, Ian turned to the girl next to him and smiled charmingly again.

'What is your name?' his "British" accent evident and he was sure she'd buy it.

She giggled an annoying giggle which he hated but fought his facial expression need to change, he wanted to choke her but where was the fun in that?

'Jessica.' he swallowed still smiling, her name was horrible nothing compared to Lucy's.

Then his face went serious, his plan was to charm her and then take her home down to his basement and go about his business but he couldn't do it, not because Lucy was in the house but because she was all he could think about, she flooded his mind and didn't let him think about anything.

'Excuse me.' he said and walked away from the girl, how could such an insignificant creature not allow him to focus.

Ian drove for about 10 minutes until he found the nearest bar, he walked in ignoring the stupid music playing in the juke box and the girls begging for his attention and drowned his thoughts.

He wanted to drink until Lucy was out of his mind but he couldn't because she didn't leave, no matter how much he drank she was always there.

The image of her was always there, barely allowing him to eye another woman in a seductive way.