He had such beautiful hands.
It's strange that these were my last thoughts as he killed me. Beautiful, perfect hands.
His name was Aubrey.
I met him at a party a friend of mine brought me to. I was afraid, at first. I wasn't usually the type to go to frat parties and stuff, and her warning to not stay passed midnight was a bit creepy, but it was her birthday, so I indulged her.
It was a bit like morbid curiosity as soon as I walked into the door. The urge to bolt out was second only to the urge to stay and find out why I wanted to bolt.
Aubrey was sitting on the couch with his arms around a woman, and his hands tangled in her hair. I was fixated on those hands, which looked like idealized hands that a sculptor would strive for. Looking at the rest of him, I realized that it wasn't just his hands. The man looked like an ancient Greek sculpture come to life. I was so entranced by him that I barely even noticed when he separated himself from her to come to my side.
I jumped a little when I realized that he was standing in front of me and staring at me, then giggled a bit and managed to mutter something along the lines of "Wow, I didn't even have a drink, yet!"
He grinned and motioned over to the couch, where the girl he'd been with earlier had already left to find someone else to make out with.
"My name's Aubrey," He introduced himself, "I'm hosting this party. You're new here, aren't you?"
I nodded, "Jennifer brought me. It's her birthday."
"Well, I have to say that I'm glad she did," He said, his voice almost a purr, "It's always nice to see new meat here."
When he said that, I thought that he was just joking around. Little did I know that that's how he actually thought of me.
When I told him that I didn't go to parties very often, he designating himself as my official tour-guide to party life. I thought it might be a good idea, then, to ask him why Jennifer had warned me not to stay passed midnight.
He grinned a bit, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear—giving me another chance to look at his gorgeous hands—and whispered, "Midnight is when things get… dangerous."
I thought he was talking in innuendo. I figured he meant that it was things got really rowdy. Normally this would have scared me, but with Aubrey there, I felt like I could take on the world.
It came as a surprise to me, then, when midnight struck, and Aubrey brought his head down to my neck. Immediately I felt week, though it didn't hurt.
When he released me, and I felt darkness overcome me, he reached over my face and placed his hand over my eyes to close them forever.
Such beautiful hands…