Love Don't Die: A Ryden Fanfic

Epilogue

She was uncomfortable. He wouldn't be surprised if she'd already noticed him following her. But like everyone else, she didn't want him to know she was afraid. Which he would use to his advantage.

They'll smell your fear people would say. He'd never heard anything more ridiculous. You couldn't smell fear. You could smell sweat though, and she was sweating. You could also smell urine. And that happened more frequently than you would think with adults.

No, the best way to go would be to try and see fear. It was too hard to try and hide it. You couldn't control the way your heart would beat out of control. Or the way your face would flush pink. Or the erratic beating of your heart.

And you could hear fear. The quick intakes of breath. The nervousness in a stutter. The unstable tapping of a finger or a foot. Fear was easy to hear.

The woman in front of him was Starting to panic. She'd already glanced over her shoulder twice. And sped up her walk a few times. But he kept his pace steady. She was now taking out her phone and pretending to type on it. Typical.

He was tired of playing this follow the leader game with her. It was damn near midnight and he needed to get back home and catch his favorite show. Without a second thought he rushed up to be walking by her side. She flinched in fear when he touched her arm.

"Hey!" He said to calm her down. "I'm Ryan." He held his hand out.

She looked from his hand to his face and gasped. They always did. Next came the quirk of the eyebrows and the side smile. She was physically impressed by him. He flipped his bangs to the side and smiled back. Her bright blue eyes lit up.

"I'm Lizzie!" She shook his hand warmly. Lingering.

"I noticed we seemed to be going the same way. So I figured, why not walk together?"

"Exactly." She giggled. "I was just going over to the KMP campus. Where are you headed?"

"Hell."

"Huh?" Her smile faltered.

"Hell."

"I'm sorry. Did you say-"

Her words were cut off into a gasp as the knife slid easily into her abdomen. Then she looked at him. Her pretty eyes watering in pain and shock. She didn't even attempt to grasp for the knife. That was new. She just stood there and stared at him.

He could feel the warm blood moisturizing his hands. It felt good. Like it always did. He could feel his own heartbeat began to race. His stomach began to tighten. Nothing felt as good as this.

He snatched the knife out and her body fell to the ground. Twitching violently. Straddling her hips, he swung the knife in again. And again. And again. Fourth time was the charm because the blood came squirting from the stab wound like a small water fountain. He would have rubbed his face in it had it not been for the simple fact he had to walk home. Her body was still. Unnaturally still. He lifted a finger to his mouth and licked it. Tasted like fear.

Her phone laid on the cold dark cement beside her body. He lifted it up before the pooling blood touched and damaged it. Her Twitter page was the only active app on her phone. He clicked to send out a tweet.

@NotLizzieMcGuire: I'm Dead :)

A/N:
Hey guys. Yes, I'm writing a new story and here it is. This part was written in third person hut the rest of it will be written in first person from Brendon's POV. I just felt bad for not trying to write ryden. So.....Does it suck really really bad? If so I'll just stop writing it. I just had to try ya know? Tata!