In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Nineteen- Darkness

Vannah's POV

Blood never really comes off your hands. The memory of the life taken remains in your skin and your memory. As I stood before the mirror in the hotel bathroom of what should have been a couple on a honeymoon, I could hear Nick struggling to move the corpse from the room. I didn't ask the details of how he had done it, but he explained that she put up a fight, one that would leave a scar on his face. It was then my job to clean up the scene as he would take her to a safe location and retrieve the money from her accounts. While left alone in the room stained with the blood of our last joint victim, it made me think of the first life I had taken. My mother.

I missed her and felt guilt from my actions, but I could not bring her back with tears, and so I did not shed them. Instead, I tried to honor her in my own ways, ways I am sure nobody else would understand.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands set within the space in front of me as I began to sway to the sounds of Wham! playing on an old music station. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Trina as she had been a lovesick girl who simply fell in love with a serial killer. I was in the same boat as her, only, I was equally as mad as him. So much so that we complimented each other in that way. However, as we rejoined outside the hotel with bags of money and a fresh road ahead of us, we looked back at all the carnage we left behind. We promised each other and the souls we had taken that this life would be the last to be forced to end. I hoped it would be true, but I couldn't help but feel as if this would be the beginning.

For where we are now, I can't tell as it may force the law to uncover us and take us in for motives they will never understand. Perhaps you have heard of us in the news as being responsible for unsolved crimes...but we haven't shed any more blood. I suppose if you were to try and find me now, I would be where you least expect upon the masses, driving a mini van and keeping my dark past a secret from the family I made with Nick. I suppose it makes the saying of what do you really know about your neighbors a great candidate for a motto in regard to my life. But now, I spend my time watching ID and critiquing every thing wrong with the motive, tbe plot, and the execution. I won't lie, the itch to dispose of those that make life difficult such as the principal of my daughter's school or the nosy next door neighbor has crossed my mind more than I would like to admit. But I am reformed...for the most part.

Perhaps you have passed me in the street or even let me into your lane on the road as a kind gesture. Maybe you passed me in the grocery store or we could even share the same doctor. But do not worry, nothing can happen to you as this is an illusion to only me.

Nick's POV

Arriving into the psychiatric unit after five years was like walking to a gravesite. I knew the name of the person I was going to see, but I would only come visit a stone. The girl I once loved, the one that held my heart all those years ago was now too far gone to mend. She spoke of events to me that were concocted from a doped up mind and difficulty to process reality. I probably should have written to her or visited to tell her the truth of things, but even now, I am told she doesnt take responsibility. Trina is still unaware of who Vannah is and what she has become. Perhaps the day will come when Vannab is released and I pray she does not come to me, as I will have no choice but to protect my family. I often wonder if I would have done things differently if it would be her and I that were married.

But the woman wrapped in a straight jacket upon seeing me was a demon. She screamed and cursed, acted possessed, and even spit in disgust. It would never be my reality to her. But I recall the young girl that was mentally disturbed and I don't blame her...how could I? After all...it was me who fell in love with a serial killer.

The end.