Loving A Killer (Cristina's P.O.V)

Chapter One

I gently take the bloodied knife and wipe it on my sleeve. My victim had struggled a lot, but that was typical for males. I sigh as I look at the mess created on the cold basement floors.

"It's not my house." I say, shrugging. I stare at the man. His vivid green eyes wide open and fear was etched on his lifeless face. I smile at my work. It's a wonderful sight. Red lines decorated his tan skin all over. Blood surrounds him, making his features pop out. Literally. Like all of my victims, three red lines decorated under his left eye. I nod in approval. I walk over to him and kneel besides this idiot mortal. You see, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I'm lucky enough to have the blood of a demon running deep in my veins.

I chuckle, remembering how he had struggled. So foolish. He could have lived a bit longer if he just had followed my orders. I then check the time. 11:49. Crap. I've been here way longer than I should have... But it's fine as long as Rue, the only person I care for in my life, doesn't find out my little hobby.

--Time Skip brought to you by 'Waffles: Eat More of Them'--

I change out of my bloodied dress, or my 'murder dress' as I call it, letting my dark brown hair fall down to my mid back. I slip on some grey sweatpants and a 'Three Days Grace' T-shirt before going to my room, where I put on 'Death Note'.

"Crap! I'm hungry, but it's so far away..." I say reaching off of my bed. I reach a bit further before making some weird noise that sounded like 'nyeh'. "Shit!" I yell, falling off my bed and landing face first on the hard wood floor. I look up to my panda bear, Mr.Pedo. "Are you just going to stare at me or actually get up and help me?" I ask, knowing I'll get no response. "Hmph.." I say, sitting up.

"I'll take a potato chip, and eat it"

I let out a chuckle before getting up and lazily collapsing on the floor again. "So far away..." I groan, reaching towards my doorway. I decide I will inch worm out of here, like the awesome person I am.

"Nyeh"

Inching towards the door.

"Nyeh"

Closer to the door.

"Nyeh"

I realized I hadn't moved at all...

I let out a sigh, but then I remember something. It's Rue's fourteenth birthday! Fuck! How did I forget? 'You've been to busy stalking people to notice' the annoying voice in my head says quite rudely. 'Well, that tone of voice is rude.' I respond. Of course, I get no response. I get up as Light has his 'deathgasm' while writing names down.

I somehow manage to go downstairs and survive the trip. Man, do I have different personalities. One moment, I'm killing someone. The next, I'm like this. I don't know how to describe it. My normal self, I guess? Hmm...

As I think about it, I open the fridge to reveal that I have NO waffles. "W-what? I just bought some yesterday? Did I really eat all of those waffl- Oh, cheesecake! Nom nom nom".(A/N: @Devils_Daughter123 will understand, but for those of you that don't, this is my 'murdering food' sound)

I take the delicious cheesecake and a fork upstairs. I notice my notes about my last victim were lying in the hallway. I sigh as I pick them up and put them in my drawer and lock it with my Hello Kitty key. I put the key in my pocket as I grab the full cheesecake and bring it into my room. Cheesecake. It smells so good. Nom nom nom... I stuff the most amazing cheesecake ever in my mouth, admiring how the strawberry brought the flavor out a little bit.

I grab my phone, admiring the Nightmare Before Christmas case as I swallow the cheesecake. "Yumm~" I say stupidly before calling Rue.

Ring ring. Ring ring. Please leave a mes-

"I will not leave a damn message. " I say glaring at the phone. I stare at the phone for a second before throwing it at my dark red wall covered in anime and band posters. I'm surprised it didn't shatter on contact, but that's why I have insurance. Does insurance even cover your phone? Who cares about that...

It's just that I hate leaving messages...

I sigh, thinking that she's probably hanging out with her brother, whom I've surprisingly never seen in my long life (remember, I'm part demon)

I'm bored... I need a new victim. I put on a hoodie over my shirt and change out of my sweat pants into a pair of black skinny jeans. I slip on my red Converse before heading out the door to get my bike. Yes, a bike. Even though I'm 112 years old, I look like a 14 year old... And I basically am. I grab a blue raspberry lollipop out of my pocket and start eating it as I bring my new notebook and pencil, along with my camera in my backpack. No one ever noticed me, anyway, so I wouldn't be seen very easily.

"Let's go stalk some people." I say, smiling as I peddle down the long and lonely road.

A/N How was it? It sucks, I know. All credit goes to the rightful owners. :)