Blood Lust

Chapter One

On a dark and stormy night, the perfect setting for what I'm about to do, I decided to set my plan in motion. Before I head out into the dead of the night I grab my bag of art supplies and toss it over my shoulder.  I need to get there right when his parents are leaving.  He's my only target.  Name: Sawyer, Jamie Sawyer.  Age: sixteen.  I smirked to myself determined to have fun with this one.  The last one I didn't find until an hour later, someone must have told her that I was coming.  Still haven't found the snitch, but I like a good game of cat and mouse.  Thunder rattled the windows and lighting flashes across my face.  Before I leave I need to check on my grandmum downstairs. Once I know she's asleep with the light of the telly flashing across her face.  I sneak back to my room back upstairs and open the window, climbing down the side of my grandmum's house.  I enter the back ally way and run all four blocks to Jamie's house.

Large drops of rain pelt my face as I weave in between houses.  Jumping fences and avoiding porch lights and dogs.  When I finally found his house I climb the big ock tree next to his window.

"I found you." I whisper to myself, the corner of my mouth curling up into a evil grin.

TAP... TAP... TAP...  Throwing three small pebbles at his window.

He looked up from his phone, shrugs, and goes back to looking at his screen.  I wait a couple more seconds before throwing three more pebbles at his window.  This time he gets up and comes to his window and looks out, but he does not see me.  I'm to far back in the shadows for him to see me.  Something must of cought his action and he left the room. I waited a couple seconds before prying open his window with my mini crowbar.  Scanning his room for any place to hide and deciding on his closet.  It was partly and I would see his every move, well within reason I'm not that awesome. Once I got in place Jamie came back.  The rain poured harder and faster like the heavens know what I was doing and they wanted to muffle the noise he was about to make.  Thunder rumbled in the distance and lighting flooded the room in a pale yellow light.

I wait until he was comfortable on his bed before pushing the door open a little.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He called.

I didn't answer, everything was going according to plan. The door opened a little more, clearly frightening him to sit up and reach for his phone.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warned him, saying it loud enough for him to hear me. "You don't want to get hurt, now do you?"

"You are you? "

Should I answer him? Yes, yes I should.

I pulled my hood over the top half of my face, the only visible part is my blood thirsty grin,  pulled out my silver knife, and walked out of his small closet.

"I'm your worst nightmare." I said while laughing a low, evil laugh.

He started to cry out for help but I interrupted,

"I wouldn't scream or shout unless you want to feel a lot of pain."

Looking around his room for anything for him to sit on and I spot a chair in the corner of Jamie's room that looks really uncomfortable.  I drag it to the middle of the room and point my knife at it gesturing for him to sit down.  I tied him up nice and tight with the thick rope from my bag.  I ran my silver beauty across his face to draw blood.  His life source left ruby red trails down the side of his face and landed on his lap.  I drew on his face like I do with all my victims.  The drawings, however, are unique to each of them, each one not the same as the last.  I make each of my victim's faces beautiful.  I step back to look at my handy work, thinking that something was missing.  He's not make a sound, this makes me sad, so I asked him why he's not making any of those beautiful noises that you make when your in pain.

"Even though this really hurts, I know who you are."

"Oh? Please enlighten me on who you think I am."

"Your Blade, from what I heard of you is that you have silver hair, black eyes, and tan skin. Nobody knows your gender yet, so I'm guessing that your a guy by the way you act." He only got one of them right and that was my eye color.

This game has gone on long enough and I'm bored with him already, so I finished him of without a word out of both of us.  I crawled out of his room the way I came in and returned the place I called home for the last sixteen years.  After I climbed up the side of my house I went into my bathroom to wash the smell of death and any blood, that might have gotten on me, off in the shower.  When I'm done I wrap a towel around my exposed body and went into my room to put on my PJs and braid back my long black hair and went to bed dreaming of who to kill next.

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