The Taste of Death

Chapter 8

          I was getting more comfortable with my surroundings, I knew what I could get away with and what I couldn't. Sarah kept trying to speak with me all the time and I couldn't handle it. She was a very nice woman but she didn't understand that I'm a loner and that I always have been. One afternoon when I didn't have any sessions and all I had planned for the day was staying inside. I can act like a regular human being from time to time but it seems like when I try something like that, it gets cut short, almost like I'm meant to be completely abnormal. Somehow Sarah found out where I lived and she came all the way to my downtown apartment in New York City just to return a bag I had for Joe with nothing but bags to pick up his waste that I forgot at the dog park. Sarah apparently took a "wild guess" that it was mine and figured out where I lived. She knocked on my door at 5:39 P.M and I never expect guests, normally when I have guests I murder them because they aren't supposed to be here. I opened the door to my apartment to see Sarah, grinning from ear to ear with her oddly white teeth that just seem like they're almost too white to even be used to eat food or chew anything for that matter. Sarah didn't hesitate to just invite herself into my apartment after she said that she found this bag that she "thinks" she has seen me with. My job is to know when someone is hiding information from the person they're speaking to and to get all the information I need out of them, Sarah knew that the bag was mine and as nice as it was of her to return it to me, I didn't want her to randomly come to my apartment almost hoping that I'd invite her in for dinner or a glass of wine, either way I hate wine and I hate dinner dates even more. "Do you have any wine?" Sarah asked as she walked past me and set the bag of waste bags on my kitchen counter. "Uh, no sorry. I don't like wine, the bitter taste is very unpleasant to me," I answered. She just looked at me like she was attempting to gaze into my soul which she failed at completely. Sarah was not good at human interaction but she loved it, I despise human interaction but I excel at it, pretty ironic and quite frankly I found little things like that humorous. Sarah walked into my living room where I keep a loveseat facing a TV with a coffee table in front of the loveseat for things such as my laptop, books, and occasionally a cup of coffee or food. I had my TV on a stand that sat a couple inches taller than the coffee table and it was nice, nothing extravagant but it was my living conditions and I was very content. "So... I see you like to read," Sarah stated as she sat down on my couch and looked at the bookshelves to the left of the TV. The more Sarah spoke, the more I wanted her gone. "Yeah, I read a lot to help with the job. It helps me understand what I'm doing," I replied, hoping she'd find discomfort in that and want to leave. "Intriguing... what is it that you do again?" Sarah asked. She asked a lot of questions which made me assume that she knew everything about me but she asked because she didn't want to weird me out in some way, then again I kill people so if anyone is weird it'd be me. "I'm a Psychologist, I just listen to people talk about their issues and I just help in any way possible," I answered. Sarah stood up and walked over to me, I was still fairly close to the door so I thought she was leaving, but she was only walking towards me to wrap her arms around my neck to look into my eyes from an even closer distance. "My sister went to see this Psychologist a couple times before she disappeared, it was pretty nice to hear about how she felt after she went to see him so I bet the job has its positives," Sarah said. Sarah wasn't acting like she knew something about me that I didn't want her to know, she was now trying to seduce me. Sarah leaned in for a kiss but I pushed her away from her hips, not aggressively but in a manner that would get her to back away from my face. "What's your sisters name?" I asked Sarah, I didn't ever hear about a girl going missing but it is New York City, people get kidnapped all the time. "Do we have to talk about it?.. Sorry, I just don't like to bring it up all the time because it can make me emotional," Sarah replied, I didn't want her to feel like she had to tell me so I let the matter go, any sane human being wouldn't enjoy telling everyone about their sister that went missing or perhaps got killed. "Hey Damien, I'd like to come by for a session or two if that's ok. I've never seen a Psychologist but some of my friends are saying I should because of everything that has happened with my sister," Sarah mentioned, I didn't mind a new client but this is the first time that a client would ever know where I lived, which didn't really bother me, it was just something I acknowledged in my head. "Yeah sure, let me write your full name down so I can get you in the calendar... What's your last name?" I asked Sarah as I walked over to my laptop that was on my kitchen counter because I haven't even gotten to eat dinner yet before she came knocking on my door. Sarah looked at me and responded, "Anderson, Sarah Anderson." Anderson sounded familiar to me but I couldn't pinpoint it. I was already annoyed due to Sarah's random arrival that I didn't really care for what her last name was but it did sit on my mind whilst she was there. "Yeah my sister disappeared apparently after her session with her Psychologist. I'm assuming it was when she was leaving but I honestly have no idea and it eats away at me," Sarah said, she was starting to treat this like a therapy session before I even logged her into my computer to be a client. "If you would like to talk about her now then you're more than welcome to but I would recommend that you use her name when you refer to her rather than referring to her as you sister, it can help the grieving process because you're not forgetting about her, you're just accepting what happened," I explained to Sarah. "Yeah, you're right," she stated back to me, "her name was Violet, she was so sweet but also very stubborn," She said. Violet, Violet Anderson, the one that tried to kill me in my own office. I couldn't risk anything and the fact that I allowed Violet's sister in my home didn't sit well with me at all. I quickly turned to the cutlery block in my kitchen and grabbed a knife and darted towards Sarah. She screamed and turned to run but I was too fast for her. I pushed the knife in her back with my left hand and used my right hand to cover her mouth so she didn't scream anymore to alert anyone. I didn't want to kill Sarah but I had no choice. Joe witnessed me kill her and just stayed laying in his dog bed. Sarah collapsed to the floor of the apartment spilling blood everywhere. When she fell to the floor I kept the knife in my hand so I put it in the sink, washed the blood off, and put it back into the cutlery block. I didn't know what to do with the body so I fit her corpse into a trash bag and cleaned all the blood up from the floor before it stained. I took the trash bag to the cabin where I took Violet. I stopped at Stanley's and just went home immediately after. I was expecting to cook dinner but the meatball sub was calling my name. When I got back to the apartment, Joe was waiting for me at the door like always and was wanting a fry or two. I ate my dinner and was getting ready to set everything up for bed since it was almost 11 P.M and I spent most of my evening getting my 11th kill and having to dispose of them. Right before I went into my bedroom, I realized that I didn't take Sarah's purse nor her phone with me to the cabin. I smashed her phone but before I did I saw that she had a bunch of missed calls from someone named, "Captain Morgan." I didn't know how to feel towards something like that because that could pertain to anything. Luckily enough, Sarah didn't have a passcode on her phone so I easily accessed everything she had on her phone. I looked on her phone and saw a bunch of pictures, emails, and texts about the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Out of every person that I have ever killed, Sarah was the one that should not have happened more than any of the others. Not only did I kill an innocent person, that person was in the FBI.