She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Meeting A Problem

Camila

When I returned home early the next morning, drenched in blood, overall relaxed. I enter the house, seeing that all of the lights were off except for the TV illuminating from the living room. I close the door behind me, setting my things down on the table.

I slip off my shoes, then walk into the living room to see Dinah nodding off on the couch. I smile big, going over to her and sitting on her lap. This wakes her and she chuckles, "Mila? What're you-," she stops and studies my face a little.

She sighs, "Really, Walz?" I bat my eyelashes and she chuckles, "You need to bathe and soon." I hop off of her lap, stripping my messy shirt. She quirks an eyebrow and I wink at her. She gets closer to me, placing a short kiss on my covered lips, staining her own.

"Help me with my bath?" I ask innocently, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist it. She licks her lips and I grab her hand, leading her upstairs.

After my bath, I threw my clothes away and snuggled close to Dinah, inhaling her sweet scent. I sigh contently as she plays in my damp hair and I close my eyes, listening to her steady heartbeat.

"Camila," she says somewhat wearily. I look up at her with knitted brows, "What's wrong, Cheena?" She sits up, staring at my stained jacket and knife that sat near the door at the foot of her bed.

"No more killing," she says clearly, still looking towards the door. I stifle a laugh before guffawing, laying back down on holding my stomach. "Oh, that's funny, babe," I sigh after my fit. She looks over at me with a straight face.

Oh.

I stop laughing all together, "Wait, you're serious?" She nods, "Yes. There are too many dead bodies around us. Our trail is fiery hot, Camila." I fold my arms over my chest, pouting.

"But it's fun!" She sighs, caressing my cheek, "I know, baby girl, but it's also dangerous. I'm actually surprised no cops-,"as if like that damn guy upstairs heard us, there's a knock on the door.

We look at each other with wide eyes. I chew on my bottom lip, playing with the end of my hair nervously. She gets up, motioning to follow her. I get up throwing on one of her t-shirts and a part of my shorts.

She heads down the stairs cautiously, and I'm trailing behind. We reach the bottom and she looks out the peephole. "Shit," she looks back at me and opens the door.

There stood a woman with dark hair and fair skin in a police officer uniform. Her shirt has C. Jauregui stitched in it and she wore a tight expression. "Good morning, Officer. Can I help you?" Dinah says coolly. "Hello, I'm Officer Jauregui, I, uh, hope I'm not interrupting anything," she looks between us.

"No, not at all," Dinah replies. I hold onto her arm, running a hand through my hair. "Good, well its been brought into light that there are several missing persons," she goes into her back pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper.

She unravels it and hands it to me. I subconsciously read the names out loud, "Kylie Jenner, Austin Mahone, Rebecca Gomez, Normani Han-," I hear Dinah gasp beside me.

She looks at me with sad, fearful eyes before looking at the officer, "That's my older sister. I thought she was at a friend's...?" She shakes her head, eyes getting wet.

Officer Jauregui, gives her a sympathetic look and I semi nervously continue reading, "Alfonzo Cabello, Goron Pierre...," I trail off before seeing a vaguely familiar face.

That green eyed girl at the cemetery. Lauren. She has the same last name as the officer. I look over at her, but her expression remains the same.

"We, uh," Dinah sniffs. "We don't know anything, Officer. Sorry." Officer Jauregui nods, "Keep that just in case, yeah?" I nod and Dinah wipes her eyes. "Uh, yeah. We'll keep a lookout," the officer looks between us then down at the paper in my hands.