Dear Delilah, Welcome Home

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"Do we really have to leave? I asked.

Jeff hurriedly threw all of his and my clothes into the trash bag that we were using to pack.

"Delilah, you have exhausted every potential in this town, he said, grabbing all of my make up from the desk. Between the two of us, there's not going to be many people left to kill."

I laughed. Yeah, he had a point. I let him finish what he was doing, and walked outside the old warehouse we had shacked up in.

It was night already, which was perfect. I looked up at the sky, and saw a crescent moon. The light being reflected off of it lit up the street.

There wasn't many people out. Everyone with common sense had locked themselves up in their houses, fearful of the viscous serial killers that were roaming the streets.

That would be me. What can I say? Notoriety looked good on me.

I was thankful for the few dumb asses who decided that they were indestructible. People were still out at clubs and on dates. It was perfect.

I walked down the street and to the local park. There were bound to be some kids there.

When I got there, I was grateful because some teenagers had decided to throw a party and kids were still out.

I looked at what I was wearing. I had a pair of black skinny jeans, of course, and a white tank top with a denim jacket. My long black hair was in its natural curls and I had my purple and grey contacts in, and my make up from earlier was still perfect.

I looked casual yet sexy. Perfect for a high school party.

I stayed at the edge of the big dancing crowd, waiting for an opportunity to join the crowd.

When I didn't see any good ones, I was about to slide in at the table set up for drinks when a guy came up to me.

"Hey girl, I don't recognize you. You from around here?" he said, obviously drunk enough to slur his words.

"No, I'm just visiting. But if every guy here is as hot as you, I might have to change my plans," I told him, playing along. Perfect.

"Well, I'm not sure about every guy here. You're just lucky I'm the one that caught you before the others." He threw his arm around me and started leading me to the dance floor.

Well I certainly am lucky.

I smiled and let him lead me into the crowd. The sound system surrounding the area was loud, blasting incessant pop music. I tried my best to play along. The guy who lead me here placed his hands on my waist, and I turned around, letting him press his chest to my back. I danced along as he continued to grind on me, not feeling anything at all.

After a few songs passed by, I decided that it had been long enough. I turned around and placed my hands on the back of the guys neck.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to act normal. The smile on my face was too big for someone at a regular old party, but I couldn't help my excitement.

"Sam." He said, smile at my proximity.

"Well, Sam, how about we get out of here?" I leaned in and whispered into his ear, making sure to put as much lure into my voice.

"Follow me," he said.

He grabbed my hand and led me outside the crowd. I followed as he pulled me to a remote part of the park.

We reached a group of trees lining a river bank. Sam pushed me up against a tree and started kissing me roughly. I let him do as he pleased, and added my own into it. He pried my mouth open, and I didn't put up much of a fight as his tongue entered my mouth.