A Killer for the Heart - A Killer for the Revenge:
A One-shot

Summary: 'Do you know what this is?' Riley has never been so scared in his life. Espeacialy when he realises that his life might come to an end - before it has barely started.

Discalimer: I do not own any Twilight characters. I did once... but that was only in my dream. It was a nice dream too.

Rating: T- for angst themes, a bit of blood hear and there, and I guess maybe sexual themes. You see for yourself.

Warning: If you don't like angst and blood and muder, do not read. I also have nothing against God. I believe in him myself... sorta. But seriously, nothing against him.


The room was silent, except for the silent sobs that tried to escape a muffled mouth. The smell of cheap cigarettes and whiskey had already flooded his senses, but it didn't make him any less sick. The walls of the motel were old and musty, the colour of the once sunshine-yellow now faded with age and dust. The little TV was showing the latest news - a murder.

The other figure that stood in the room, watched the flickering screen, and emotionless expression plastered on her face. Her beautiful features were highlighted by the blue and white light, lips pressed into a thin line. Her red hair curling around her, like a flame wrapping around her shoulders, like a fox fur hat that flowed down her back.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked calmly, hazel eyes never straying from the news. He blinked his teary eyes, mouth still full from the gag. His hands were bound behind his back - around the chair - and the skin around his wrists were raw. He tried to speak, but breathed in the taste of blood instead.

His blue eyes, bloodshot with tears, looked up at the gorgeous woman, wondering how he had fallen for her tricks. He sobbed again, wanting nothing more than to escape.

Her green-brown eyes flashed over to his cowering form, a sneer placed on her perfect lips. "It's what the humans feed on. They gourge for the bloodshell of death. They crave the newest story of the latest murder, isn't that right... Riley?"

The blonde haired man shook his head, trying to buck himself out of the wooden chair. The back legs lifted in the air, before landing down onto the floor with a sudden crack. It did not bother the red head woman, and she did not flinch. The man, though, was another story. One more chocked sob racked through his chest, his face moist with sweat and tears.

The red head cocked her head to the side, that sinister smirk still stuck on her pale features. "I see, you can't talk." She sighed and uneeded breath, licking her lips. Her delicate hands toyed with the gun holster around her perfect shaped hips.

She strutted over to Riley, heels making small 'thump'ing noises against the rotting carpet. One hand reached behind his head, and his muffled scream echoed the crumbling room as long nails dragged against the back of his head. The gag disappeared, and he sucked in a deep breath, new tears prickling his eyes.

The cruel woman smiled to herself, holding the piece of cloth on her hand, nails looking like the tips were dipped in blood red nail polish. One crimson coloured nail trailed down Riley's pale face, leaving a trail of the red liquid. "Now, Riley, will you answer the question?"

Riley was shaking, fear clearly seen in his bright blue eyes. His breathing was ruggard and uneven. Small breath, followed by a long one. Then many short puffs.

The woman sighed sadly again. "Guess I have to explain. People like you will always get a thrill of watching things like this!" She pointed a finger to the screen, where the smiling people were talking about a serial killer who had murdered 5 childeren, and caused 2 of them to end their life.

Riley shook his head. "No... no!"

The crazy woman licked her lips, the pink muscle flicking out quickly. "Yes. They want to be the biggest thing. To feel the rush of being mentioned on the news. They want to see the people they slautered, laying there in their own pool of blood. They love it."

The blonde man sobbed again, knowing where this was going. "No... please Victoria. Don't!"

"Oh, but it's not just the killers." The now not-so-nameless woman mused. She took slow steps, starting to circle Riley. He tried to crane his neck, to follow her figure. He didn't want anything unsuspected to happen to him. "No, it's the people who watch too. It's the latest gossip."

"No! It... it doesn't happen like that!"

"Oh yes it does. They watch the news, they pass it on. Everyone is as sick as the murder. They thrive off the story. Everyone is as sick as the murder." Victoria let one finger trail Riley's shoulders as she circled her prey. "Hmm. You may think that what I will do is sick. You may think that anyone who kills innocent lives is sick. But, oh, is it what they love? Is it something they can control? The erge to see their life drain away in front of your eyes..." She disappeared behind him, and Riley struggled to see her.

Suddenly, he froze has he flet the cool metal of a blade press against his side. Her hot breath brushed over his neck, making goosebumps rise, his hair prickling. "To see the light in their eyes disappeared, like a light bulb being turned off. To see the blood spilt over the floor."

"No! Don't, please. I did nothing to you!" Riley, his body visible shaking. Sweat beaded on his brow, and some dripped down his temple. His eyes widened as he felt Victoria's tounge lick it up, before pressing her lips against the spot.

"Shhh, there's nothing to cry about."

"Y-yes th-there is! You're g-gonna' kill m-me!" Another tear escaped the azura orbs, running down his cheek. He heard the red head sigh, and the knife's pressure disappeared. Riley sucked in a thankful breath, letting a choked sob escape his lips.

"Oh, you don't know that," the mad-woman taunted, walking 'till she was infront of the shaking man, back to him. Her hazel gaze exaimed the knife, watching as the light glinted off the shiny metal, showing off her reflection... and her twisted smile.

She started to sing, low under her breath. It was calm, sweet sounding... until the blonde man heard the lyrics. "Run as the monsters come. Down to the village, where the woman cry for the hero. But they couldn't hear a thing over the screams. Oh dear Lord, hear their cry." The lullabye contuined, twisted lyrics filling his brain.

Licking his dry, cracked lips, Riley asked, "Why are you even doing this?"

Victoria turned, showing her front to him instead. "Hmm?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Victoria blew breath noisely from her cheeks. "Oh, I don't know. It's something about the crave. The maddness. This isn't my first time, Riley. Oh no, my kills have been seen many times on TV. See this sick act?" She pointed the sharp point of the knife towards the screen, where the man raised his hand, showing a picture of a man lying in a pool of blood and filth, one of his arms cut off, his mouth sewn shut. "Oh, that is all me. That man... he was my husband."

Riley could feel a story coming on, and he tried to strain against the rope, making him hiss in pain as the rope rubbed against the raw skin.

"That lying bastard cheated on me. Not with one, or two, but with seven other woman. Three strippers, two who worked with him, one of his friend's girlfriend, and my best friend." Victoria's eyes grew glazy, filled with hatred and pain as she looked down at the silver metal. "But, I got my revenge. I stabbed him in the heart - seven times too. Then sewn his mouth shut, for he would tell lies. Then cut his arm off so he would have nothing to defend himself in Hell... Do you believe in God?" she suddenly asked, turned her squinty-eyed gaze to Riley.

Riley said nothing, so Victoria took that as a yes - somehow. "God doesn't exsist. If he did, he would have stopped me by now. Stopped all the killing, and the pain others suffered... like you." The red head beauty looked at him, before tortting over and reaching behind. "But not to worry, my lovely, there will be no pain," she muttered, hands working on the ropes. Riley sighed at the feeling of his wrists being freed. "I would never be so cruel." Her hands, still wrapped tightly around the frightened man's wrists, pulled them up to her face. She placed a soft kiss on each burn.

The hazel eyed woman let go and stood, turning her back on him as she watched the TV. "Poor barstards don't even have an idea," she mumbled to herself.

Riley's blue gaze narrowed onto the gun holster around her waist, seeing the butt of the gun. He rolled his wrists, hearing them crack in pain. The man's body tensed, and he sprang at her, hand grabbing the gun before he jumped back. His hands shook, both of them tightly gripping the weapon. Victoria turned, and instead of seeing a firey gaze, he saw one that showed nothing but calm and taunt.

"What are you gonna' do Riley? Kill me? You think you're strong enough?" Her words tried to meddle with his mind. Victoria rasied her knife, waving it cheekily at him. "Think you have the guts, love? Think you have the power?"

"S-sh-shut up!" he stuttered, fear and adrenelin coursing through his veins.

She stepped closer to him, forcing the shaking Riley to step back. "Of course you don't. You're weak. A piece of soft bark compared to an ancient oak tree. You have no power, you don't have the guts. You. Have. Nothing." With each sentence, she stepped closer, forcing Riley to back up against the wall.

"D-don't m-make me sh-shoot!" He said, voice shaking worse than an earthquake.

The taunting woman pressed the blade against his neck. "Either way, one of us will die tonight... and you're the one who chooses."

It was so sudden. The body fell to the ground, blood seeping into the smelly carpet, life seeping away. Eyes once once filled bright with life started to dull and fade, mouth slack and open. Crimson dribbled out of the pink lips, a mixture with thick saliva.

Riley dropped the gun in shock of what he had just done. Victoria's blank hazel eyes looked up at him, the green turning into a steel-cloud gray. Her once pale skin started to turn ghoulish - as if the skin was turning see-through, and you could see all the blue veins trying to pulse as much blood as it could while it dripped away. Her hair started to loose it's shimmer, and turned into a faded red, stained with deep blood-red.

Blue eyes started to water, and Riley shook his head. No, he wasn't a killer. He couldn't be.

The wailing sound of sirens caught his attention, and his blue eyes looked out the window. Appearently, some one had heard the gunshot, and called the police.

With only one choice, Riley pushed open the door - which hadn't be locked, weirdly enough - and ran for it.

The motel was left behind him as he pushed all the power he could into his leg muscles. The stars above twinkled, the ground below was hot - it was as if Victoria was watching.

No matter how sick it was, Riley had just killed someone...

And it felt so good.


A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed that. I was thinking of writing a bunch of one-shots, all different types - angst, horror, romance, ect. So, if you like, and want more, then please review! I love to hear peoples feedback. Please?
Much love, T x