"You know, if you're going to stalk someone, you should be less obvious. For starters, try not to standing in the middle of a field, gawking at your prey."
Kristin Walker, A Match Made in High School
You nearly screamed. You covered your mouth and screamed into your hand. Even Iggy was covered with blood. His snowy white furr smothered except the tan-ish spot on one of his eyes. You cried once again. Iggy walked over to you, trying to comfort you. you snatched him up and began toy carry him to the shower. Even though he didn't like water, he let you wash him...even your cat pity's you. You cried and took a shower. Washing out the blood as it drains from the little hole in the ground. You wish that the shower would drain away your problems, but that didn't seem to happen. Alfred.
...It would've been Alfred.
Your relaxing shower soon turned into a prison. Your (e/c) eyes snapping open.You pushed the door/curtain out of your way, stepping out of the shower only to slip and fall.
You knocked down a vase. You felt the china dig in to your palms and some bounce off the floor to cut a line across your cheek. You had no time for this. But on some shorts and a V-neck, combing your hairs as you ran out the door.
Unknowingly, Iggy following behind.
"And just where do you think you are running to?" I whispered at my window as i watched the stupid ________ run like hell. I chuckled as my prey ran down the street, to, a house I didn't know.
That's what i hate. Not knowing where she is going. Not being her first choice. 'Then I will force me to be her first choice.' The tiny voice in my head sang. i smirked.
"Kill all her friends...her broken heart to my mend."
"ALFRED!!" You cried as you burst through his house.
The blood you expected was no where. It was messy like usual...but nothing more.
"Woah dude! You came in so fast i though you were a super hero!" He laughed heroically but you just sobbed.
"Dude you ok?" He said not really knowing how to react to a girl crying. You shoulders shook as you just stood there. Happy to see your annoying friend. You shook your head.
"No, its nothing."
~encounter of the number 7~
You honesty did not know who or what he killed that night. You just hope it wasn't of of your friends. Less and less you ventured out side. Not wanting to face him. You stayed in your house, day and night. Your mom tried to get you out of the house, but you refused. And she left like that. One part of you wanted her to stay, bigger numbers meant safety. But at the same time, you wanted her far any from the danger, far away from you.
Maybe he wouldn't come to night...
You were too terrified to sleep. But you weren't afraid to act the part. You had your back to the window as laid on your side, playing with your cat. You lightly stroked Iggy As the moon came into view. hiss. Iggy's hair began to stick up as he began to hiss gently. His tail raised up as he crawled over you towards the window. In the moon light you saw a shadow.
He was here. Watching you. Craving you.
The window creaked in protest as he climbed over. Iggy now hissed at The Italian. Clawing at him from your bed. "You better stop before i turn you into a hat and give you to my brother."
"Be nice to my cat." You said quietly. Closing your eyes in regret.
"oh...so you ARE awake~" He stalked his way over to you. You got up before he could get to you. Your baggy night-gown sleeve falling of your shoulder. He frowned.
"where's my necklace?" He asked.
"it's on my night stand. Unless you WANT me to choke, i don't where it at night."
"You didn't where it today to the boy's house..." He mumbled.
"You STALKED me over there?!"
"No i just simply watched you go. Which I don't like. You should do your best to make me happy." He warned.
"Or what?!" You snapped. Running a shaky hand through your hair. Nervous.
He placed a ghostly hand on your thigh. His cold finger tips rubbing it. His eyes focused downwards. "I will punish you. Whether it bringing a blonde head for your birthday...or something else." He licked his lips.
"Please leave." Was all your could manage.
"Awwww~ But why? The fun is only just to begin." He Yanked your wrist as he pulled you off the bed. "After all the trouble trying to be romantic like Romeo i think i SHOULD have your heart." You were placed in front of your window.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I won't leave with out a good-night-kiss." He turned around to face you. You stared into his violet eyes. The night thick with silence. You tuned your head to the side, trying to debate your decisions.
"fine." A small voice came out. He looked at you surprise. You licked your lips nervously. You tilted your head up as he tilted his down. You got on your tip-toes as you lightly touched his lips with yours.
~change of point of view~
The fire works. Oh god.
I felt them as ______ kissed me oh-so-gently.
Want. Love. Need.
I hadn't felt these for a while. Not sense, forever. I thought I had been born with out these emotions, but no. They seemed to be dormant in me for so long. But yet, yet ______ drove me crazy not even knowing it.
She pulled away as my heart screamed 'NO.' She, she was different. Even if she didn't like it, I loved her...
Snapping out of my love-sick-puppy faze, I smirked. I guess it must of freaked her out because she grimaced as I did so. "I'll see you in my dreams to night Bella." With that, I slipped into the cold, dark, night.
~back to yours~
You were still freaked out about that creepy smile. It seemed he began to get crazier and crazier. You huffed and sat down on your bed. Iggy coming out from under your pillow to welcome you. "Scared?" You asked him. He just curled up on your lap.
"...Yeah, me too..."