The Text Message - Unknown Number (Book 1)

Chapter 4

Luna's POV:

I pace around back and fourth, my heart beating one hundred miles per hour. The unknown number was on his way. He was going to kill me. This was it. Was this some type of curse? Why me? Countless thoughts roamed my head, clawing my heart. Suddenly I made my way to the counter and banged my fist that made my hand ache.
"Damn it!" I cried. Just as i was beginning to go into a episode of tears I hear footsteps on the front porch. My heart beats fast. I slowly turn towards the door and hear loud and agressive bangs followed with a deep and menacing growl.
"Open the door Luna! I'm here!"
I stay silent. He can't see me can he?
"Open the door!" The loud demanding voice yells again. I crouch down on the ground shaking in fear. I was too afraid to open the door. I didn't believe I would be afraid before now. In my mind it was much less scarier when I imagined facing the person who was haunting me through text messages.
"I have a gift for you! Open the door!" The voice continued. I already knew what the gift was. My parent's body. I smelt the stench of decay and blood and knew that the person wasn't joking when they said they killed my parents.
I didn't believe I would be this sad about my parent's death. They had always been mean to me but now knowing that they were gone forever tore my heart. I imagined it less painful in my mind. But as it seems reality is always scarier than your imagination.

Unknown Person's POV:

My black hoodie was on. I knew my face was not visible. You could only see darkness and my evil eyes. I was excited to kill yet another victim. I am a serial killer and have terrorized several innocent people. I've killed several girls before. I brutally killed them all and buried their bodies in places that will never be discovered. My clothes were all black and stained in blood from past victim's and my newest ones, the girl's parents. I am a very secretive person and have a way of stalking people. I must say stalking Luna was really fun. She was quite cute for a teenager. I almost felt sorry that I had to kill her but then again I remembered all the beautiful young girls I killed before and remembered how it's no different than now. I could hear Luna's little whimpers through the door. With my broad and well built body, I kicked the door down and heard a scream of terror from Luna. So much for a brave girl. I thought in amusement.

Luna's POV:

I hear the door break down and scream in terror as a tall man in dark black clothing standing before me. I could see his evil icy blue eyes. Blood stained his clothes. He was muscular. I saw him drag two bodies in my house. It was my parents. I screeched in despair when seeing their corpses. I couldn't help myself but race over to their bodies and crouch beside them, crying. I first crouched beside my mother's body. There was no blood on her, for I was told she was choked to death by the unknown number person. Her eyes were open wide and face full of terror while my father's eyes were gazed off into the unknown, wide and afraid, blood staining his clothes. I kissed both of them on the face before closing both of their eyes. After tears slid down my face I let rage take over. I turned around to the gothic looking evil demon that has been tormenting me. I stood tall and glared at him. He lifted his hands toward his hoodie and pulled it down to reveal a man with deep brown hair, icy blue eyes, a beard, and beautiful white skin. This was her stalker? He looked like one of those hot celebrities all the fangirls want to fight over.

"What's wrong? Didn't expect me to look so gorgeous did you?" The man asked with a smirk.
Luna just stood their, eyes wide in astonishment.
"Now that you won't live to see another day I can introduce myself and who I am because there is no way you can expose me to authorities if you're dead, right?" He snickered.
Luna just continued to stare.
"I am Victor, son of a formal serial killer, I'm one who followed in his father's footsteps and became the man he was, if not worse. I am a leader of a gang and kill for pleasure. My gang is called "The BloodStealers" I am a stalker and criminal. I kill for pleasure. I am your worst nightmare."

Luna had heard enough. She stood tall and sprang at Victor. Victor dodged and spun around and grasped Luna, holding her tight. "Let me go!" She screeched.
"Fine". Victor murmured and pushed Luna to the ground. She quickly rose back to her feet and aimed blows at Victor's face. Victor dodged every single one of them then managed to grip Luna's arm tight and squeeze it with all his strength.
"Owe!"
Victor chuckled. He grabbed her by the front of the neck and flung her backwards. Luna felt herself hit the floor which made her vision go blurry.

Victor's POV:

I watched as Luna fell to the floor. I could tell she was dazzled from how hard she hit her head. A small gush of blood had sprayed when I had flung her backward. I then crouched down moving the hair out of her eyes.
"How does the pain feel sweetheart?" I asked gently.
I heard her soft and painful voice. "Why are you doing this?"
"Don't you remember my usual response, I have my reasons. It sure is sad that this is how you will face your fate. But you said it yourself, you have nothing left to live for." I leaned right to her ear when murmuring the last words which made her wince. I then unsheathed my dagger and showed her the shiny blade.
"Beautiful isn't it? Robbed it from the gun store." I told her remembering that beautiful night I had stolen the dagger and a couple of guns and fleeing before the police arrived. The best part about the robbery was that I wouldn't be found because I was completely disguised in a black mask and dark clothing.
I was brought back go the present when hearing her plead for mercy.
"Now now, you know I have no mercy." I told Luna in a soothing voice which made her more afraid. Usually when my voice was soft and gentle, it meant I was angry and about to inflict harm.

Luna's POV:

I was trembling in fear knowing the end was near. The final thing I saw before my vision went blurry was a razor sharp blade raised above my chest then pain scorched my entire body as it sank into my flesh and scarlet blood oozed from the gash. I screamed in pain and agony as the dagger plunged in with a single tear sliding down my face. Then my breathing shallowed, body growing cold, and the world turning black.