When she saw him, the world slowed to a stop. He was perfect. His dark wind tousled hair, his, oh so kissable lips... with electrifying eyes that pierced her very soul. She knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The first one. The most important one.
She walked up to the boy and tapped his shoulder. She lowered her eyelids and fluttered her eyelashes. With perfect makeup, perfect hair, and what Lylie Bateman would call seductive clothing, she knew she was positively irresistible. The boy smirked. She lifted her lips close to his ear. Her nose was buried in his hair. She whispered something.
"Hey there... You know what I want... And I know what you want."
The boy smiled.
"And what would that be?"
He obviously tried to sound like a bad boy, but all he ended up sounding like was an idiot. So naive. She almost felt guilty. But no. She remembered what Lylie Bateman had said. The rush once it was all over... The satisfaction... It was so wrong but if felt so incredibly right.
"I want..." She paused for effect.
"You..." Her voice was so quiet and soft, he had to strain to hear her.
Together they went into an alley together. There was a moan. A flash of metal. A small flurry. Then it was over. The girl walked out of the alley and dropped the knife in the dumpster.
He was the perfect first.
The first boy she had ever killed.
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Whiteland
AdventureLucy Williams isn't your average girl. She's a serial killer. Or at least a serial killer in training. When her target turns out to be a boy from another school....
