Falling in Love with a Serial Killer

Chapter 2

Welcome to Belfast, Ireland. I read the sign in pure releife as I began driving and then began pulling into a parking spot so I could stretch out my legs and stretched. But from the corner of my eye I could see a man in black; black pants, black coat that came with the black gloves and hat, and of course a black mask that covers his mouth. Yet he's staring, staring at me. Normally I ain't afraid of any bullshit thing, yet this man... he does scare the living shit out of me and I don't even know why. I mean it could just be the way he dressed but I don't give a fuck. By time I was gonna look back to look at him again he was already gone. Where the fuck could've he gone too? I shrugged off the thought. Thankfully I was near a restraunt.
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I ordered a very simple meal along with a nice glass of water. As I was waiting I was gonna pull out my pack of smokes till the waitress looked at me. "Sorry you can't smoke In here miss." I looked up at her which felt like a glare yet it wasn't. "You gotta be fucking kidding me?"
"Sorry, but you can smoke outside." I cursed under my breath and placed my pack of smokes back in my purse. As I was getting to that I see the man again. The man I saw when I was in the car, yet he's not wearing his mask or hat. Still it was him, it had to be him. He began to turn my direction, but I quickly turned away. As I did I see him turn back as well. He was talking, I don't know what but he was defiantly was talking about something. He had some slight nods and such, I may not see his face at moment but from corner I could see him smile and then turned to face my direction. As I tried to turn away again it was already to late and that's when we locked eyes. He had the perfect brown hair somewhat similar to mine with a nice scruffy beard.. it wasn't as full yet it fit perfectly to his face, and his eyes.. oh his eyes were a perfect hazel mixed with some gray. Just a tad immaition went through my body.
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I began to eat, still seeing the man still sitting on the stool as he spoke. God why the fuck can't I stop looking yet I feel there's something about him making me feel uneasy, making me have a suspicous thought of there is something about him or that I shouldn't intervene with him.... like if he was dangerous. I was so focused on my eating I didn't know what he was doing now. That moment I felt a shadow hovering over that I had to look up, and it was him and he looked down at me. "Never seen you here before, you new, where are you staying?" He asks yet there where still other questions he asked till I put my hand up. "I'm sorry but stop right there." I do take a drink before continuing. "Yes I'm new here, also I may be visiting or I may not." He makes his way to other side of my booth table and sits down as I could see him taking off his gloves yet his eyes doesn't take off his stare on my own eyes. "Well welcome to Belfast, and please what's your name?" I look at him sighing slightly, normally I don't do conversation much. "Emily," I began to say. "Emily Summerspring, what's yours?"
He chuckled light. "I don't do names, but anyway... what's a craic?" I look at him in funny way. Oh my god does he not know the drug crack or crack cocaine? And what the fuck I gave him my name he should do the same fucking thing in return... what an ass. "Do you seriously don't know what crack is?" I ask changing subject. He's now laughing at me. I should be laughing not you. "Oh I know what crack is Emily, but I said whats a craic, it's a Nothern Ireland term but normally all of Ireland uses it." I frown to myself. "Oh so what does it mean then?" He smiled bright. Okay stop smiling and tell me already god damn. "It means how are you doing or what's up." I nod yet I just realized I am finally listening and his Irish accent is real strong and perfectly thick. Wow normally I don't understand accents like this thick... maybe Irish ones are just easier. "Well since you explained it, I'm doing quite nicely. What's a craic with you?" I finally asked as I did the term myself. He was just gonna answer but had to interrupt. "First before you answer tell me your name, it makes no fucking sense that you asked me and I did give you my name yet you didn't give me yours in return. Look if you don't do names I shouldn't have gave you mine."
He lean over to make it like a hover as he clasped his hands as I noticed he's not taking his eyes off of me. "My name is Paul, Paul Spector, and I'm doing quite well." Just as he spoke I finished my meal and I stood up paying bill and a tip not saying anything else and walked out of the restraunt.
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As I stood outside I reached for my pack of smokes again and lit one. Leaning back of the concrete brick wall on my back fully rested, I blow the smoke out as it exits my lips I made a small circle o from my mouth. I begin to smile. Really need to think to find a place. I thought quitely as I continue on with my cigarette. Eventually I heard a voice from the distance. "You should quit, those are extremely bad for your health." I look back seeing Paul only a few feet away from me and that just makes me groan. Can't I just be fucking be and left the hell alone. Like christ, let me breathe. "My health isn't your business, and most importantly it shouldn't concern you. It's my body and I can do whatever the fuck I seem fit or what I want it to be." He just smiled as he puts on his hat, gloves, and mask on. "Good day Emily, maybe we'll see each other again." Paul says as he walks out and begins his way. I scoff again to myself. In your dreams Spector. I continue on smoking my cigarette half way through it and continued to blow the smoke out. Finally I threw my bud on the ground and stepped on it and I walk. Yes walk, I mean I am in town so it'll be good to have a look around. Just my kind of town perhaps I may just stay here for some time... better yet may just live here. I take in a nice inhale breathing in the Irelend air, it's nice.. so very nice and so perfect as if I am in my comfort zone. My sister Rose comes to my mind. She'll like it here, I know she would. The thought kills me in slow painfully way, yes she betrayed me because she chose that man over me and I could've died, yet I still miss her and I can't believe she is gone... gone as dead. I sigh just at the thought.
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I finally made my way back to my car and get inside and leaned back. Looking straight at the road in front of me. Best to find a hotel about now or something. Putting my key in the ignition and started my car but it wouldn't start. What the fuck?! I start it agian yet it fails again. Dammit!! I got out of my car slamming the door when I exit. I open the hood of my car seeing the problem as connect the wires back and closing up the lid and going back to my car. My car finally started I smile in pure relife. Hearing my car engine roaring with her full power and glory, it's music to my fucking ears. I close my eyes listening to the engine as I open my eyes, I drove away. I turn on the radio as I placed another cigarette in my mouth. Oh perfect!!! I began to hear my favorite song on the radio More Than a Feeling by Boston. I turned up the volume on my radio tapping one of my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Now I wasn't born in the band Boston's era, but they have pretty great shit of music especially the song More Than a Feeling It really gets me in a good mood. Not much of a classic rocker, but this band will do me good. When the song came to its end I listened to other songs and their ends. Mainly I have one genre type station, but today I have it on a station that plays a verroity. So it can play classic, pop, country, and well you get the idea.