The Glitch

Chapter One: Speed Demon

I carefully got out of bed, trying desperately not to wake the woman beside me as I reached for my black, ripped skinny jeans and slowly put them back on. I buttoned them, grabbing my shirt as well and throwing it on along with my hoodie as I tiptoed over to the door.

"What are you doing?"

I froze, groaning as I turned around to meet her azure gaze. "I was just leaving, love." Putting on a fake, charming smile, I raked a hand through my dark green hair. This blonde had a temper for sure. She was also from a Christian family that believed in marriage before sex.

She obviously didn't listen to her mother about that part.

"Why? Why are you leaving me now?!" Tears were streaming down her face as I glared at her bored of this conversation already.

"Listen, lass. It took more than two weeks to get you to DO me. More than I'd like to do again, so I'm gonna leave while I'm still a satanist." I winked at her confused and disgusted expression, opening the door to leave again.

"Wait!"

I turned around again, getting sick and tired of her pathetic attempts at getting me to stay. "What is it now?" I dragged out the 'o' in now, stamping my foot impatiently at her.

"Please, stay with me! I'll do whatever you want. You were the one to take my virginity! You can't leave me now!" She furiously wiped tears from her eyes, getting up and out of bed, still naked. My eyes traced her body, pleased by what they saw as a smirk soon formed on my face.

I rolled my eyes, still locked onto her heavenly form. "Listen, doll. Your mother even TOLD you that I was bad news." I chortled dryly. "She even said I was the devil's son! I am rather curious as to why you want to stay with someone like that."

She grabbed onto my arm, her hair flowing in the rather cold air. "For it is love! Love that brings us together! Why can you not understand that my heart beats for your very being?" She gave me a sad look, dropping her gaze to my shoes as I once again rolled my eyes.

"What are you, Shakespeare?" I jerked my arm back, startling her. "Just leave me alone before I have to kill you." I stopped, looking at her new, unreadable expression. "And I will. Trust me on that.. my love."

Her eyes widened at my words and she grew a smile on her face. "See! You even called me your love!" She held me again, her eyes now shining with happy tears.

I struggled to get her off me, frowning deeply. "You're delusional! Get off me woman, I was being sarcastic!" I finally succeeded in pulling my arm free, causing her to stumble back and hit her head on the pointed edge of the bed frame.

I bent down, feeling her pulse as warm blood coated the frame and the- "Dammit! Those were the nice sheets too.." I giggled, stepping back. "Well.. At least I won't have to deal with her coming up to me on the street like that last time in Ohio with that one woman.."

I shivered at the recollection, going through the door and then shutting it behind me. I spotted a maid, calling her over. "Room service- or something like that. What are you good for if you can't clean the damn rooms? Get to it." I smacked her ass, causing her to squeak.

I smiled, walking down the hallway with a skip in my step as she was undoubtedly glaring at my backside.. or blushing. I could never tell.. I took the elevator down, humming a small and happy tune as a scream echoed from upstairs. "Yep.. She found her."

I chuckled dryly, waiting for the doors to open. The constant elevator music was driving me nuts, almost glazing over my less than constant humming. I stamped my foot impatiently, letting out an irritated sigh. The doors soon slid open, letting me out. "Fucking finally.."

I looked over to the receptionist and her eyes widened, her mouth moving as she talked in fast Spanish that I didn't have the time, nor the patience to understand. I waved at her with a toothy grin, showing off my white fangs and teeth. "Yeah, yeah! I had a grand time."

I finger gunned her, making her take a step back in shock and fear as she undoubtedly knows I'm the one who.. murdered.. the young lady. "Thanks for your.. hospitality!" She suddenly glared, pointing at me and talking in more Spanish.

"Yeah! Thanks. And by the way," I put a hand over my mouth, whispering to her in a patronizing way. "There's a dead girl in room 303.. Yeah, but thanks anyway!" I smirked, saluting her before walking right out the double doors and over to my stolen 2016 Corvette Z06.

I opened the door, getting in and putting the key into the slot, effectively starting the loud-as-fuck engine. Closing the door, I pulled out, careful not to hit any cars because Sean would kill me if I damaged 'his baby'.

I got back onto the main road and took off, way over the speed limit as I stuck my head out the window, screaming at the top of my lungs while people passed by me, flipping me off or giving my- Sean's car longing looks. "WOOHOO! TRY TO CATCH ME NOW, BITCHES!"

I stuck one hand out the window as well, keeping my free hand on the steering wheel. I'm lucky I'm so good at driving, otherwise this wouldn't be going so well. Although, I probably shouldn't have taken Sean's car the day he's supposed to take his Drivers Ed test.

He's most likely not going to pass because he's too damn worried about his car to focus on anything else. This was supposed to be a gift from Mark for passing, but it ended up getting here before he actually took it. I laughed, dropping back into me seat and driving the rest of the way home.