The Ravenwood Chronicles

Chapter 2- Murderer's Compromise

        The first murder I ever committed was almost a month after the questioning. This man was a known leader in the arson. He was very distinguishable; he was the only one with short, almost white-blond hair, and was a giant compared to everyone else. Yet, somehow I managed to take him down easily. It was short and quick, and I had discovered that I had a knack for this.

        The next few also went without a hitch, and I came up with a schedule for it. I would space them out every few weeks, and I followed this schedule religiously. With my ability to quickly hide the evidence, and leave the scene before anyone even had the thought of investigating the screams they heard, I was hardly ever a suspect. 

         Of course, there were sometimes the few innocent(or so I had thought) who were unlucky enough to witness, but I made sure they could never speak of what they saw. After all, a dead man can tell no tales. Or woman, as it seemed was the case most of the time.

         As we come into about a year of the most recent incident, I almost get caught. Their reflexes seemingly faster than usual. I had hurriedly hide whatever I had. I knew I wasn’t able to escape, so I did what a normal person would have done if they had just seen someone murdered. I screamed.

         This quickly threw suspicion off me, and I didn’t have to give a reason for the blood on my dress. They simply thought I had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Those fools wouldn’t know how to search a crime scene if their lives depended on it.

        Not much really happened out of the ordinary(for a serial killer). It was almost like a dream. It was a most amazing dream at that. I didn’t want to wake up.

         Then this happened. It was a mistake on my part, of course. I shouldn’t have looked at his face, into his eyes. He was incredibly handsome. He had seemingly glowing turquoise eyes. His eyes, fixed on the blade with horror. The tears flowing like a flooded river down his face. My reason for killing him wasn’t enough anymore

         He was the son of the woman who planned the entire arson on my mansion. I had once heard say that if her precious Caron were to die, she would follow him. This would have shown her. Making her feel grief to the point of suicide. Not exactly my style, normally I just kill the dirty arsonists myself, but I felt it was the best revenge tactic to use for her. She deserved it, after all.

         But now, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t know why, but… I don’t know. He just seemed to pure to kill. He didn’t deserve what I was about to do. I couldn’t do it. I put the blade back in its hiding spot, in a little niche in the mantle. I couldn’t very well let him leave, of course. I had to figure out some way to make sure he stays quiet, without killing him.

         Suddenly, the door slams open. And in that instant, I was on top of Caron. It was a pathetic ploy, but it did the trick, as the door slammed closed as fast as it had opened.

        “I’m not going to kill you,” I said, in a shaky tone. Why was I nervous? I shouldn’t be. He means nothing to me. I don’t even know him outside of our conversations when he comes to pick up his sister’s medicine. 

         “Why? Not that I’m complaining, but why?” he asked. 

         Good to see you have your confidence back, I thought. It was a perfectly reasonable question, don’t get me wrong, but why the hell did he think he could be so confident. Why does anyone do anything? I certainly couldn't have told him anything. I didn’t know the reason myself. 

            “I do not need to give you a reason,” I reply, “However, you know what I am now. And I need to be sure that you won’t say anything. Or else I will be forced to drive that blade home.” I saw the look of fear flash across his face.

        “Why wouldn’t I say what you tried to do to me?” Caron inquires, After all, you tried to murder me! You’re probably the one behind all the murders that have happened over the years!”

         “My, aren’t we a smart one?” I retort sarcastically. If there’s one thing I can do besides kill, it was use sarcasm effectively. He looked hurt when I said it, so I knew he understood the taunt. 

         Then I came up with an idea. I couldn’t very well let him leave. So, he wouldn’t. I would tell his mother that he couldn’t leave. he would have fallen ill, and I was the only one who had the medicine to treat him. He wouldn’t ever be able to leave, unless it was vitally important, because if he got to far away, he wouldn’t get his medicine on time and would die. It was fool-proof.

         I turn to him and say, “You won’t be leaving. In fact, you won’t ever leave, because if I let you leave, it will be because you died of an… accident.” I then explained to him what I had just thought out.

         He looks at me in disbelief. He couldn’t deny that it would work. He also knew, without me having to say it, that if he didn’t agree I would be forced to end his short life, and his sister would be left all alone to die from her sickness. He’d lose everything, literally. He thought it over still, trying to find a way out of it, but he eventually came to see my side of things.

         I dragged him to a spare room, and forced him into the bed. I set my little stage in the even that his mother would want to see him. I then went down to the ballroom I had so lavishly decorated, and searched for his mother. When I couldn’t find her, I started asking where she had gone.

         “Why, she heard about what was happening between you and Caron in the room next door, that she left so you two could be together in privacy,” said a tall man. 

       Good, I thought, one less lie I have to tell. I then made my way to the small stage that had been built for the symphony I had hired. I called for everyone’s attention and told them that it was late, and I had a very important date to keep the next day.

         They all left, and then I walked back to the room Caron was in. He was still lying there in the bed, and had fallen asleep. I gently closed the door. He was an occupant of the mansion now, I should treat him as such.

         I walked further down the hall to Adam’s room to tell him it was time for bed. And when I was sure he was in bed, I went to my own room, and fell asleep.

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AN: I couldn't seem to stop writing. I reread what I already had written, and just couldn't keep myself from continuing, even if I had just uploaded the first chapter literally the morning of this one being added. Please let me know if you enjoyed it. Leave any constructive criticism as to what I could do better.