Love On Impulse (On hold)

3 Murderer

"Wake up girly." Carl whispered in Stacy's ear, in what he usually called his sexy voice. But the sound of his voice just caused Stacy to want to throw up.

"Get your filthy hands off me you beast." She hissed opening her eyes.

When her eyes adjusted to the room's brightness, she glared at Carl, in the most deadly glare she could muster, with a pounding headache coming on. He chuckled and turned away from Stacy, who was radiating pure hatred. When he turned around fully, Stacy looked around frantically for Alex. "Where is she?" Stacy growled.

"Don't worry she is ok, I'm just going to deal with her. I'll be back for you in a while." Carl leaned forward, put his head near her ear, and bit Stacy's ear lobe.

Bile rose in the back of Stacy's throat, and she was just about to push him off her, when Alex crept into the room.

She motioned for Stacy to keep quiet, and Stacy did just that. Even if she had no knowledge of what Alex was going to do. Carl was starting to get up, but Stacy panicked and held his head in place.

"Oh you like this don't you?" Carl whispered.

"I guess I could take you first." He chuckled.

He started to unbutton Stacy's shirt, but before he could get any further than the second button, Alex was behind him. It was then that Stacy realized what Alex was going to do, but before she could protest, Alex had already stabbed him.

Stacy gasped in surprise, when Alex pulled the bloody knife from Carl's skull, and inserted it countless times, in different parts of his body. Stacy counted 35 times.

She never would have thought that Alex was capable of something so vile. Sure she knew Carl deserved to die for all the disgusting things he had planned for them. But Alex shouldn't have been the one to kill him.

The most Stacy thought Alex would do was knock him out for long enough, so that they escape, and get far enough away from him.

But the fact the Alex had killed him wasn't the worst thing. Stacy was sure that after the first hit he was dead. But Alex felt the need to keep going. On and on and on, Alex went, almost as if killing him pleasured her.

It was almost as if she had done it before, she was so skilled in pulling out and reinserting. But surely it didn't take a master criminal to know how push a knife in and take it out of a body.

Stacy hadn't even realized that she was crying until Alex was by her side, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

Stacy wouldn't have it though, she pushed Alex away with so much force that she went flying back into the wall. Alex was at her side again in an instant trying to keep herself calm.

"Get away from me." Stacy hissed at her.

She was in a state of shock.

"No Stacy." Alex pleaded. "Don't you understand, he would've rapped us, maybe even killed us too."

"You didn't have to kill him though, you could've knocked him out. We could've taken his truck and gotten away. He wouldn't have found us." Stacy whisper yelled, looking at the dead body, in a pool of thick blood. The stench burning her nostrils.

"He would've found us, don't you understand. He's a werewolf." Alex explained.

Stacy shook her head furiously. "You can't kill a werewolf so easily." She cried.

Realization dawned on Alex and she swiftly got up from her position near Stacy. She hovered the body, and saw a slight movement in his fingers. He was already starting to heal.

How could she have been so stupid. She leaned closer and in one quick motion she pulled his head clean off his body.

Alex smirked viciously, she had just killed her first werewolf, she felt alive.

She tried to convince herself that she only did it because he was trying to hurt herself and Stacy, but a small part of her called her a lier, and she knew it was right.

The thrill she felt was undeniable. Every time she stabbed him, she felt renewed, like killing was a part of her.

Stacy was freaked out, but at the moment Alex couldn't care less. Adrenaline pumped through her body, and the urge to do what she had just done again, burned inside of her.

She needed to deal with Stacy quickly and send her away, before she ended up doing something she didn't want to do.

"Stacy you have to understand I did this for us. He could have done that to us." Alex reasoned.

"Baby, if it makes you feel any better it was a one time thing, you'll never have to see that again." Alex continued, she knew what she had just said was partly true. Stacy would never see it again, but she would definitely do it again.

Stacy reluctantly nodded her head.

"Good, now go take a shower, I'll be back."

Stacy got up from the floor, and Alex followed slowly after. When Alex thought Stacy went to look for the bathroom, she pulled the knife from Carl's back and walked out the door.

Stacy stood in the doorway without Alex noticing, and watched as she pulled the knife from Carl's back. Without having to see that, she had already knew that Alex was lieing.

She had known Alex long enough to know when she was lieing. There was something in her eyes, it told Stacy that she enjoyed what she had just done.

Frankly, Stacy was terrified of it.

Stacy felt queasy, she felt like her insides were being kneaded into dough. She held onto the wall to prevent herself from falling, the world around her was spinning out of control, and her vision was blurring.

She pushed her self along the hall, hoping she could find a bathroom. The need to puke was overwhelming, and she hurriedly looked for a toilet where she could empty the contents of her stomach.

She entered room after room, and just when she felt she could no longer hold in her meal, she stumbled into a bathroom.

As soon as Stacy was kneeling in front of the black rimmed toilet, everything came flooding out. Stacy closed her eyes, as she spilled her guts out into the toilet.