Intro.
About 5 minutes away from a boisterous fair, in a small Pennsylvania city, a murder was about to be committed. Luckily no witnesses were around. So, no one would see the blood splatter as it hit the alleyway's brick walls. No one would even hear the victim's screams. They were all at the fair. Oh yes, there definitely going to be a murder because I was going to kill him. Why? BECAUSE THAT RETARD STALKING BASTARD DORIAN FOLLOWED ME AGAIN!!!!!
He was standing there, right in front of me, with that arrogant ass smirk painted on his perfect damn lips. He leaned against the wall like he owned it. Like he didnt have a care in the world. Like he had every right to be here. BITCH. I briefly picture hacking open his chest with a butcher knife then close my eyes and slowly inhale. Breath. Yes.1...2...3...4...
"Ehem" I open one eye to see Dorian placing a fist to his mouth, clearing his throat.
He's obviously trying to make conversation... Oh well. 5...6...7..
"Amara," by the tone of his voice he was probably in his chastising pose. Buff arms folded across his chiseled chest and strong legs apart. "It's rude to ignore people."
Rude? I know he didn't just say rude. This dick is about five seconds away from me crossing the small width alleyway and strangling him to death! RUDE?! Oh I'll show you rude…
"Really Amara..this is childish." I KNOW he didn't just say that!
"Childish? CHILDISH!?! What fuck do you mean childish?! If anyone's Being childish it's you, YOU TREE-BOXING JACK ASS!!!"
He gave me a half amused look. "Tree-boxing? I don't remember climbing any trees lately."
"Oh SHUT UP!" my tone was livid. "What the fuck are you doing here!?!? God, barely anyone in D.C. even knows about this place!!! WHAT THE HELL!!! Can't you see I'm with my family??? I'm trying to relax! How did you find me?!? Why are you here!?! "GO THE HELL AWAY!!!" He looked like he was about to say something but I wasn't finished.
"Jesus man! I swear to GOD! As soon I find a bat I'm gonna BEAT YOU TO DEATH IF YOU DONT STOP FOLLOWIN ME. I'm callin the cops. Jesus I need a gun, or a knife. ANYTHING to KILL you with! Why are you doing this??? Why me? Why can't you just leave me alone??? I sw-... oh my-...you're such a-..."
I was so upset that I couldn't even finish my sentences. I needed to calm down. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose trying to slow my breathing.
Good Job Amara.
Now, I was pinned to the alleyway wall. With Dorian's hands on both my wrists, keeping them leveled with my face, it was like being between a rock and a hard place. A very very hard place. He nudged his thigh between mine so he could get closer and whispered in my ear.
"Is that any way to treat someone who came all the way from D.C. just to see you?"
I struggled about to make a response then shivered. He did NOT just lick my ear! SHIT! I was so angry that during all my ranting I forgot who and what he was. He pulled up his head then smiled a triumphant toothy grin.
"Go stake yourself you arrogant prick!" I spat, angling my legs to try and knee him in the groin.
"Tsk tsk, Amara" he clicked, easily evading my attempt. He captured both of my wrists with one big hand, then gently lifted my chin with the other. "Mmmmmm Amara, I'll have to punish you for that." As he lowered his head my thoughts drifted back to the grinning face in the pool. Who would have thought that gorgeous face would be hiding something like this?
It's always the cute ones. Isn't it?