In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Seven- The Devil Wears Black

"Let me help you..." Trina's mother, Wendy, spoke while bringing her fingers to the tie set upon my neck. In order to pay proper respect to Trina's father, the clip on ties I use for work would no longer cut it, and so I had chosen a more authentic approach-thankful that I was around someone who knew what they were doing. Wendy was always so kind, quiet, and a bit distant, but kind. She wore the single string of Pearl's and had the million dollar lifestyle, but had been plagued with losses of her own. She had always greeted me with a smile and madd me feel warm and welcome whenever she had been present-which made this moment of her having tied the tie around my neck to be expected. I thanked her as she set the final pull until she straightened out my suit, picking a piece of lint I had missed before lingering in the doorway.

"I'm glad Trina has you..." she spoke as I smiled.

"I'm thankful to have her." I spoke, but although it seemed directed towards Trina...I thought of Vannah. What is it about that woman that turns me to mush?! I hate it...but I also thrive off of it...off of her.

But today wasn't a day for old flames, it was being there for those mourning. As I entered the church alongside Trina, I could pick out those familiar to me such as Fiona, Shannon, and Makayla-all friend of Trina. I smiled and gave side hugs to each of them before they had showed their shared sympathies and I was pulled to assist with seating family. I had quickly rejoined Trina, trying to show as much support as I could muster just before spotting Vannah. Dressed in a veil that covered half of her face, I could spot her from a mile away with those plump lips i had been so very close to kissing just days ago. But I acted as of she had been a stranger to me until having stood to greet those who came near and far to share their condolences. As she passed through, I couldn't help but linger my gaze upon her. She had embodies everything I had ever wanted, and somehow managed to anger me with her very existence-but having done so to where the fire of lust was more prominent then this anger. The dress that fit her figure within the fabric allowed for others to know her voluptuous frame and how it held the capability to catch the eye if anyone. Especially those who were spoken for...especially me.

During the dinner set in honor of her father, I took this as a chance to confront Vannah. She had caught my eye to show me that she desired me to move outside and meet her. I knew nothing good would come of this...but it had to happen. She had to know she couldn't be here...even if it meant that I shouldn't have been there with her. I had to be strong, keep my eyes along hers, and not allow myself to break the monotonous promise I made to Trina. But as the area around Vannah and I had been secluded with only the light of a street lamp overhead to illuminate the area around us. My heart stopped as I met with her gaze, her breath being known by the cold air having shown her exhales.

"I take it that she is the infamous Trina..." her voice spoke, borderline tearful as I clenched my jaw to not comfort her-as I knew what that would lead to. I tried to conceal my trembling fingers by keeping them within the pockets of my suit while looking to her with an angry grin. Even if I had hurt her, even if I had abandoned her, she couldn't be here...it gave her no right. We were teen lovers, nothing less, but nothing more. And yet, as I stood before her, I felt as though I had been the same inexperienced young man that had stood before her a few years prior.

"We both have a right to move on." I finally responded as her eyes shot up to me in shock. It was clear she wasn't expecting me to speak-least of all in such a stern tone.

"You promised me...you said you'd wait..." her words dug directly into my soul. Usually the words of others didn't effect me. But for her words, I would have gone through hell and back.

"I know. I wanted you to feel as though you had someone...I'm sorry." Once again, I never really felt pity for anyone...but I had hurt her...and myself in the process.

Suddenly I felt her hands push against my chest, surprising me, before I nearly became one with the snow at our feet.

"You were the one person that I trusted...the only one who believed I could get better...and the only one who hurt me like that..."

"I'm sorry-but you cant be here...This life...I've worked hard to achieve it."

"So the words you told me were just to laugh at now?"

"No..." I fought to reach for her until she had blinked and a tear ran down her cheek. "I meant it."

She looked slightly off to the distance before looking back, tears now moving in gentle streams down her cheeks.

"I loved you with everything I was.. every part of me that had been sane... and even the parts that weren't. You made me feel...normal...and I suppose heartbreak is part of that...but to find out that you traded up-"

"I didn't

"She drives an a first class sports car, volunteers and children's hospitals, and had a lifelong goal of being a dutiful housewife one day. She is beautiful and smart...successful-"

And the next words that left my mouth had sealed my fate as they seemed possessed-speaking words I hadn't been prepared to.

"But she isn't you." And with that, we stood in place, her eyes focusing on mine as she was shocked by my words. Hell, I was shocked by my words. But before anything could be said or a moment could be experienced, she stepped on the tips of her toes and set her lips upon mine. And just like that, I was a goner