Where She Went

03. Ready or Not...

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Walking into the alleyway, I lit another cigarette and adjusted the sunglasses on my face. The woman at the bar was bound to be here soon...

I walked gingerly to the left, turning around when the wall ended. When I came back to the back door, I leaned against the wall beside it, finishing my smoke. Suddenly hands grasped my shoulders, and I whipped around in surprise, finding a seductive face gazing at me intently.

"Where should we go?" The lady from the bar said, running her hands over my jacket. I shoved her hands off, knowing she couldn't see the glare I was shooting her through my shades.

When she shot me a look of hurt, I took one of her warm hands in mine-- giving a small smile. "Come."

I lead her to my car, which was parked on the street beside the bar. She instantly walked to the passengers side, so when I got in I turned the engine on and drove off.

"I like your sunglasses." She giggled, poking at them from the side. I let out a low growl, low enough that she couldn't hear it. She was starting to piss me off.

When I didn't answer her and kept driving, she frowned and turned to look outside the window. "Just remember to take me back when we're done, cause my cars back there." She says, playing with the lock.

My grip on the wheel tightened, and a smile crept up to my lips. What she didn't know was she wasn't going home.

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After having my fill of the barista, I let her sleep in the bed for a few minutes while I think. I'd much rather have Hazel instead of this stupid girl next to me. She was so innocent, and so beautiful I shivered even thinking about her.

I couldn't wait to kill her and watch her suffer for hours. November would be next, after her. The first ones to enter always leave last...

Smiling, I walk over to my makeshift kitchen and grab a knife out of the drawer. Choosing the sharpest one, I see my reflection through it. The bullet wound by my head shown through my jacket, and my eyebrows pulled together. Oh how she would pay for that...

Gripping the knife in my hands, I turned around and made my way back to the barista. She stirred in her sleep, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Rise in shine, bitch." I growl, towering over her. She looks up at me, confusion and surprise shown clearly in her brown eyes and opens her mouth.

"What--"

I toss away the covers and drag her out of the bed by her hair. She screams, grasping my hand with her nails. Kicking out her legs clumsily, I manage to get her to the center of the apartment floor. When I let her hair go, she tries to drag herself up.

I pin her back down by shoving my boot into her back, making her cry out. Gripping the knife again, I slam it down into her upper back.

She screams again, louder this time with tears pouring out of her eyes and mascara staining her face. "Please, let me go!" She moans, black hair covering her eyes.

I suddenly imagine her as Hazel, helpless before me and completely and utterly under my control. Smirking, I dig my foot into her new slash, making her screech in pain.

"How does it feel, bitch?!" I growl, shoving it harder into her back. She hissed in pain and finally I release my foot. Taking my knife again, I stab her in the neck, and watch as the life slowly drains from her body, followed with several gags and catches of air.

When she finally dies, I grab a trash bag and stuff her body inside. Putting it by the door, I scrub down the blood stains with bleach and towels.

"Sick, fucking sick!" I yell, scrubbing the tile with such fury it starts cracking in certain areas. "Damnit!!" I flung the towel across the room and stand up, shoving my hands through my hair. Slick sweat drenches down my forehead and neck, so I decide to take a shower.

Leaving the room, I check my phone for updates. Since I had been able to wirelessly hack Hazel's phone, I was able to look through her texts.

Who was Grace?

I clench the phone in my hand and slam it on the counter. No one can touch her. Although November has made it clear he is with her...

I walk away and punch a flower vase to the floor, watching it shatter into pieces on the kitchen tile.

"November will get what he deserves." I mutter under my breath, walking into the shower room. Clicking the tap on, I start to laugh hysterically as I take off my jacket. What fun I would have when I had both their hearts in my hands...

Hazel was playing a very deadly game with me, and I was planning on winning it.