The Bunny Killer

The revelation

As I sat in my criminology class listening to the crimes someone comitted, I start to drift off into my dark and wonderful mind, and one question was clear:
What motivated and drove him to commit such horrific crimes?

"He would tie one of them up with their own pantyhose, restricting them of any and all movement, and then brutally rape them." our Phys professor had said to the class, their wide eyes staring at him like a dear caught in headlights.

Mr. Roger's had then started his favourite game, 'Guess the serial killer!'

"He was known as the campus killer. He was extremely sadistic, arrogant and he thought he could get away with all the horrible things he did. Today's candidate is none other then who? You'd know if you did your  homework! Miss Clarke, how about you dazzle us with your brilliance." He stated, pointing directly at me.

"Why me? If the rest don't get it, then they clearly haven't been listening, have they? I mean who else has tied up his victims, raped them, and then got caught because he decided he wanted a taste of fresh buns and bit one of his victims on the ass??" Sarcasm laced every word as i felt it was obvious who the guy was, and the whole class laughed.

"Yes, miss Clarke. You have given us more facts about him, but that doesn't answer my question now does it? Who is he?"

"That's the question we all ask ourselves and each other. Who are YOU? Who am I? But who was this person? Is that not the same?"

"Laura! Answer the bloody question! Who was he?!" He was really annoyed so i decided to give an answer.

As i opened my mout and was about to answer the question of all questions, who this person is, the bell rang.

"Okay, class is over, Clarke stay behind won't you?" His eyes rested on me as i packed my things. After I said goodbye to my classmates, I moved towards my professor.

"Yes Mr. Rogers?" I said as innocently as I could, trying not to let the sarcasm drip.

"You completely disobeyed my instruction, why is that?" He looked at me as if I was a teenager who had just been caught with porn. And not the normal kind, the extreme kinky kind that involves whips and chains and screaming.

"I just don't believe that talking about the crimes of a man who was infamous for being a lady killer as if it were perfectly normal is my type of scene." He cocked his eyebrow at me.

"You are a major in Forensic Phys, and lady killers should not be your scene either." He rested his hand on my shoulder and I resisted the urge to bite it.

"Yes! Of course! Thats exactly what I said until I found out some things. Did you know they say that he had a granddaughter the same year I was born?"

Mr. Rogers just looked at me as if I was crazy.

"What? Laura, its just a coincidence that you were born that same year! There were many girls born that year. What makes you special?" He concluded and I just scoffed.

I turned on my heels, walking out the class. I decided to go to my dorm room and do some more research on Ted Bundy, the killer we were discussing. Yes, it's Ted Bundy. If you didnt realise that, then perhaps you need the research more then I do. I wanted to research about the woman he had married in court (Which was a complete publicity stunt by the way!)
but for some reason, I couldnt fine anymore information.

They say that she changed her name but the name she changed to was not specified. However, the daughter that also had her name changed, had a daughter who's birthday was present. (Wow their female x chromosomes are strong in that damn family!)

"Shut. The fuck. Up!" I say out loud. The granddaughters birthday was the same date as mine! 'That isnt possible at all.... but what if it is... I could be the decedent of Ted Bundy.... No you cant Laura! Yes Laura I can! You're talking to yourself again Laura.... I never knew my grandfather....'

I called my Mom to ask about our family tree and why I never heard about my grandfather.

"Hey honey, how is college treating you? What trouble are you in? How much sex you having? Did you use the condoms i got you? Dont be silly! Wrap his willy!"

I rolled my eyes. She assumes I only call when Im in trouble or have an STD.

"Evening mom, no Im not in trouble and no my sex life is drier then Queen Elizabeth,  but I do have a question. Why is that I can only trace our family line to two generations? Did you change your name at any point? And why dont we talk much about who my grandfather was?"

My mom just stuttered and asked "W-Why are you asking? What has seemed to peak your interest?"

I give her a funny look over the phone, and yes i know she cannot see it but still! I then asked her to answer the question directly.

"I-I have n-no idea how to answer this without it ending b-bad.... but your grandfather is...."

The line cut out.