Killer Camp

Night Stalker

"How do you plan on getting in, we dont have ID?" I asked my friend Gwynne as we waited in line to get into the club.

"I'll just play a little Hello Titty with the bouncer." She replied with a wink.

Sure enough, it worked. The music was blaring, strobe lights flashing. We walked by a group of college jocks cat calling us.

"Tell me again why I let you talk me into this?" I thought out loud.

"Amy, c'mon. Just have some fun. We graduated high school and will be off to college in a few months. Live it up." She said handing me a drink.

After a few drinks, she ditched me and decided to dance with one of the jocks. I was leaning with my back against the bar, ready to leave when I saw a guy out of the corner of my eye. He was kinda cute to be honest. Dark hair, and clothes, leather jacket. Dark and mysterious, should've been a red flag right?

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" He asked, taking a seat.

"Being ditched by her best friend, you?" I asked.

"Was about to leave until I saw you. I'm Richard by the way, but you can call me Rick." He said extending his arm.

"Um, Amy." I say, tuckung my hair behind my ear nervously before shaking his hand.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He said kissing my knuckles.

"I'm sorry but I have to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." I say standing.

"Oh ok, wanna dance when you get back?" He asked, flashing a smile.

"S-sure." I stutter my responce. Which earns a chuckle from Rick.

After splashing my face woth cold water and debating weather I should just bail or not. I decided against it, Gwynne was right, I should live it up. So I headed back to the bar, surprisingly Rick was still there.

"Here, ya seem tense. Take a shot with me, it'll loosen you up." He says scooting the shot glass to me.

"What is it?" I ask examining it.

"A little bit of everything." He says downing it.

I shrug and down mine too, coughing at the taste.

"Wow that's pure fucking gasoline." I say coughing once more.

"Hehe, c'mon lets have some fun." He says.

So we're on the dancefloor, dancing to Supernatural by Kesha.

(A/N this story will have some modern music)

I was really starting to like this guy, maybe it was the alcohol. But I was feeling amazing....until about the 4th shot. I could barely stand, everutjing was spinning and I couldn't keep my eyes open.

"Thank you for showing me to her father, she's the one." I heard Rick whisper before I felt his arms catch me as I fell unconscious.

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I gently placed her in the passengers seat of my Camaro I-Roc Z. And drove her to my secret location, my other victims I just killed in a dark alley or their own homes. But Amy, she's special. Father (Satan) lead me to her. I knew it was her when I saw her in the club. He whispered to me. We believe she is Lilith reincarnated. And her soul is to be mine eternally.