Two Guys. One Serial Killer.
He walked towards me, a razor in his hand and a crazy look in his eyes. I wasn't able to run, I wasn't even able to move. He lifted up my arm, and started slashing it over and over again.
"I thought you loved me," he sa...
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The moonlight lit the walls of the apartment buildings across the street from me, creating endless shadows on the alley opposite of it, where I hid, casting black all around. The buildings across the street were littered with windows; some were on, most were off, keeping their sleeping residents safe while I was scouting out my next kill.
Stalking my prey.
The door to the apartment opposite of me opened, and arc of light flooded the street in front of me. I faded into the shadows behind me, closely watching and listening. A man and a woman, both smaller than me.
"I'm sure she's still just busy," the blonde girl said with promise in her voice. "Try again tomorrow." The woman was familiar, the way her blonde hair bounced around...I knew her. I recognized her from my dreams. Or were they memories? I had an unfamiliar fondness towards her, and for some reason, the thought of watching the light drain from her eyes hurt my heart.
"If she leaves me, I don't know how I'll be able to live," Him. Black hair and hallow skin. He had a darkness to him, almost a sadness in his soul like mine. He was the one. I couldn't wait, but I still didn't know which apartment he was in, or if he had lived with anybody. I'd just need to be patient, but I just couldn't contain my excitement.
This was the first time I would kill a man.
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"You ever gonna be out there dancing like them?" Jungkook asked as he was making a Blood Mary.
"I'll be back here with you before I dance up there," I declared, leaning into the counter. "I draw the line at drunk pervs." It was nearly hard enough having to walk through the crowds and tables without being groped, I couldn't imagine being one of the dancers.
"I could use the help. Jisoo's short on waitresses for sure, but I run the bar by myself," he explained.
"They don't have another bartender?" I asked, and he shook his head. Sometimes it got really busy in the club, so I could imagine how overwhelmed he got.
"I don't know how to make drinks," I admitted, "I binged on them a lot during college, but never really learned how to mix them."
"I can teach you here and there. Most of them aren't really that complicated," he poked a toothpick through three olives before placing it on the surface of the drink, and wedged two pieces of celery into the glass. The ice hitting the sides made clinking sounds, similar to what you heard all over the tables. It was one of the only audible things over the music.
"That would be awesome," I enthused as he placed the final drink on my tray, along with all the others.
"Maybe next round," he smiled, helping me pick up the tray and place it on my hand. I started pushing myself through the crowd towards the table the drinks were for. Hoseok was wandering around the club now, and I could see Scarlett across the room taking drink orders as well. Once I got to my table, I set the tray down and started handing the drinks out.
