Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Patricia McIntyre was coming home from her boyfriend's house. It was roughly ten to eleven, and she had to wake up for school tomorrow evening.

She tightened her yellow jacket as she began walking fast down a road towards her house. She was afraid her father would whip her.

Patricia was supposed to be home by eight thanks to the new curfew given to her due to the killings in town but her boyfriend, Derrick had persuaded her to spend more time. Now she was alone walking the deserted road.

A car pulled up. The side window came down, and an unfamiliar face appeared. The greetings on her lips stopped when the man immediately flashed a gun at Patricia as soon she looked right through the window.

"Get inside the car," the man holding gun said.

Patricia nearly fainted. Fraser quickly got out of the driver's seat and rounded the car. He saw that Patricia had knelt down on the ground and she was having trouble breathing.

He gently lifted her, opened the back door and forced her to sit in. He quickly re-entered the car and spun it around. Patricia was numb the next few minutes as Fraser drove around.

Patricia shifted nervously in the back seat of the car. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. She tried to open her eyes, but they were shut close with a band over them.

Fraser was in the driver's seat. He glided the blade of his knife with a handkerchief. He glanced at the rear-view mirror.

He got out of the car, a sense of focus and excitement non-withholding. He held the knife in his right hand. He was ready.

He opened the side door. Patricia was frantically trying to move. She wanted to scream, but her mouth had also been tied shut. She began to sob. She was scared and didn't know what was going to happen to her.

Fraser gave the young girl who was wearing only her bra and underwear a smile. He had had such thrill while removing her clothes when she was unconscious. Soon, he would feel the rush.

He gently glided the tip of the blade against Patricia's right breast. He salivated. He slid the tip of the blade downwards towards her belly.

Patricia squealed. She was petrified. Her entire life flashed before her. She wanted to plead with her assailant, but she couldn't get the words out.

Fraser lifted the blade. He applied the handkerchief to Patricia. She frantically jerked her head from it. She sensed what Fraser was about to do.

Fraser yelled at her then placed the knife back onto her breast. Patricia froze. She heard footsteps coming from nearby. Fraser heard them too. He muttered something to himself.

He smiled at Patricia who could only plead with him. Tonight wasn't going to be Fraser's night. There were more footsteps followed by a younger man shouting, "Is anyone there?"

Fuck!

Fraser grabbed Patricia and threw her on the side of the road. He wondered where the footsteps were coming from as he closed the door. He wasn't going to wait to find out.

The killer turned and got back to his driver's seat. He placed the keys in the ignition and started the car. He could hear two people from the rear shout at his direction.

Fraser smiled as he pressed the breaks. I'll get her next time, he thought.