Love At First Kill

My First Kill (Nevaeh)

Everyone always remembers their firsts. As in the first time they rode a bike. The first time they went to the river or their first kiss. Or the first time they made love to someone. Those things don't matter to me, nor do I care to remember them. What I remember is the first time I've ever killed someone.

Yes I've killed someone. You must be thinking that I'm joking. I'm not. I have many people's blood on my hands and I do not care to wash them off. My name is Nevaeh. It's heaven backwards. It's more fitting then you think. Crazy isn't how you can be so innocent growing up and all of sudden you are commuting an act that many people fear to do or do not have the stomach for.

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I was 15 when I killed my first victim and it was to say at the least, messy. It's expected for a first kill. The victim I chose was a drunken teenager at a party. Not a wise choice but he did just fine at the time. He followed me everywhere and that included my home four blocks away. I teased him in the way I knew that kept boys wanting more. Not that I liked them enough to know but I knew.

He followed me to the basement where my father kept his tools. The boy I now know as Aaron laid on the steel table my father had set up for his victims. Yes my father was a killer and I believe that trait got passed down to me for I was his only child and my mother died during giving birth to me. I strapped Aaron down and he then started to fight. I quickly got a sedative and injected him with it.

Now this is where it gets graphic. This sedative keeps the person awake but keeps them from moving. So Aaron was looking at me with huge eyes wondering what I had planned for his soul. I desired to have fun. I placed a rag over his mouth and poured water into it making him think he was drowning. A smile was on face in the most creepy way. After I was both equally happy and annoyed with the gurgling sounds I pulled the rag away.

He gurgled before I took that rag and tied it over his mouth so it can muffle his screams a little more. I then took my knife out. My knife was given to me as gift for my fifteenth birthday a month ago. It was to be used for this occasion. Father would be so proud if he saw me right now. I opened the blade and cut off Aaron's shirt. Now that his skin was exposed I started to create my beautiful master piece.

Before long the sedative wore off and Aaron was aloud to pass out due to the amount of pain I was putting him threw. I wouldn't blame him. I had his skin decorated with cuts and slashes that created a decorative rose that was in a crescent moon. After my signature was complete I then killed Aaron off. With a quick gun shot to the head.

I took a step back and looked. Aaron was bloody and gross looking. But that made my signature stand out. I looked down at myself and noticed that I had blood all over my clothes. I merely shrugged and looked at the basement door where my father was standing proudly. "My daughter has become a woman. What a proud day for me to be a father!" he said as he came over and hugged me despite me being covered in blood.

My father then helped me dispose of Aaron's corpse where the cops couldn't find him until months after. Once I was cleaned up I was back in my bed thinking about the feelings I had after my first kill. I was exhausted but also felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I knew that this had to be normal thing for I didn't want this weight on me for long.

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I remember this kill better then the others. Yes I got better and faster at my technique with the help from my father. Before to long I graduated from high school having 15 kills under my belt and I was on my way to collage. Now here I was at the age of 24 and I have more then 100 kills on my hands.

My victims always came with me with no problems from the club or anywhere I saw fit to take them. Who wouldn't come home with me? I was 5'7 with short blonde hair cut into a boys cut hiding my blue grey eyes and boyish features. I was very strong and I had all the muscles to prove it. My cocky attitude and mystery like charm worked the best on the stubborn ones.

Which brings me to the present. I'm on my way to this new club called 'The Midnight Bite'. I was dressed in my normal attire of dark jeans, a white v-neck and a leather jacket with nice black combat boots. I was on my motorcycle with an extra helmet because tonight was the night that I had to kill. And tonight seemed like a normal night until I got in.

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So yes a new story I actually like how I have this one set up so I'll be writing or try to once a week and post. It is summer so I have time to do so when I'm not working. Let me know what you think and remember to vote!