Disclaimer: None of this except the plot is mine. I'm pretty sure it's mine, anyway.
A/N: First chapter in a fic that should hopefully be much longer. Please review, it'll make me want to write it more! The next chapter will be coming soon, but in the meantime … enjoy!
He waited patiently across the road from her house. It was past two – probably three - but he didn't stir. He could be patient. He would be.
The previous day, he'd seen her in a bookshop. She was perfect: long, silky brown hair and large chocolate eyes. He got her talking and she'd asked him if he wanted to go with her and her friends to a party. He said he might and got her address and times. She didn't seem to find it odd that he didn't once ask her name.
The party was scheduled for tonight, but he didn't go, of course. Instead, he'd come here just before she was due to get home. And now she was late.
He quickly became frustrated; his hands itched as he waited in the shadows for her. Finally, a taxi pulled up to the house and she clambered out, calling giggly goodbyes to her friends. He shifted slightly and pulled a pair of black leather gloves from his pocket, slipping them on with expert ease.
She walked across the road to the block of apartments, weaving slightly and humming to herself. He drew the cord from his pocket, winding it around his hands slightly. The taxi pulled away and the sound of girls' voices fell farther away, until they disappeared entirely. She was all alone now. Except for him. He began to walk.
Careful now, he told himself. Don't rush it and screw it up. His soft leather shoes made barely any noise on the wet bitumen, though it hardly mattered; she was singing too loudly got her to hear anything. She reached the door, fumbled for her keys and dropped them with a small 'Whoops'.
'Damn alcohol,' she giggled drunkenly, bending down to pick the keys up. He walked up the steps and stood behind her; his heart was beating violently against his chest and his hands tingled. She straightened up suddenly and saw his reflection in the glass window beside the door. A hint of recognition flashed across her face and she grinned at him.
Then, in one fluid movement, he brought his hands down over her head and back to her throat. She gasped soundlessly and her hands flew to the cord pulled tightly around her neck. She clawed at it, scratching her pale throat. He pulled tighter, his face pulled into an expression of glee and concentration as she gasped for air. One hand reached to his face, but she was too weak to do anything. Her whole body was shaking violently, her brown eyes bulging as she struggled … then, it was over. She collapsed backwards into his arms and he accepted her, wrapping his arms around her and lowering her gently to the ground.
He tucked the cord back into his pocket, and traced along the indent made in her pure flesh. He took pleasure in killing them; he took just as much in the fact that just before he killed them, they recognised him.
After sitting by her lifeless body for a full minute, he got up and walked away. The sun would be up soon, and he didn't need to be around for it. With a grim, satisfied smile, he Disapperated.
