Chapter 1: First Sight

There she sat, reading away her blues unaware of the danger that lurks in the dark recesses of his mind. Across away he studies her with a burning intensity. His eyes danced over her golden blonde curls, her red parka, blue jeans, and black boots. One thing was for sure, he wanted her more than she'll ever know. He licked his lips in anticipation as he slowly approached her bench. His poodle, Daisy, walking next to him. Her dog, Reggie, a shih tzu and Crocker mix lays sleeping next to her feet. He stopped and sat down next to number five. The book that she is reading is To Kill A Mockingbird. Excellent choice. He loves that story.

He gestures to the book, " I love that book." , his voice sweet like honey.

She looks up, "Oh, I do too.", her smile lights up her face as if it were the sun.

He smiles in return, " I did't mean to intrude. It's just that You seemed lonely and I wanted to give you some company. If that's alright with you?"

"Oh. I don't mind. I'm Angela.", she held out her smooth, vanilla hand.

Shaking her hand, "William. It's nice to meet you Angela. Your dog is just adorable."

Three Hours Later:

He sat there staring through her window watching her undress. Her bodice nice and plump. He imagined his hands caressing her bosoms, squeezing them and watching bounced back erect as if they were Jello. Then his fingers caress her neck and he stars into her eyes as he digs a knife between her luscious bosoms watching that look horror as she realizes she is dying.

Deep in fantasy, he undid his pants and places a hand into his pants touching his hot groin. He perceived to rub himself victoriously as he sat under the darkening shade of the wispy tree. He began to pant as his climax nears. His body tenses. His breath catches. A warmth explodes in his pants. He sighs noticing that her lights are off and the nighttime hours creep in.

He silently stalks away down a dark and empty street, beckoning the twisted ones to play. He follows the deepening darkness all the way home letting the soft breeze to cool down his flushed cheeks.

Home Sweet Home (2 Hours Later):

Now home, William goes into his room to set out a clean pair of underwear and t-shirt, draping them on his bed. He walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Returning back to his room he undresses and bundles his dirty clothes into a ball and tosses them into his hamper by the bathroom. He then goes back into the bathroom and tests the water.

Adjusting as necessary, he steps into the shower. He slowly and methodically washes his body making sure to thoroughly cleanse his cracks and crevices, rinsing thoroughly afterwards. He repeats the same methodical washing routine with his short golden brown hair. An Hour later he gets out of the shower and wraps his towel around his naked body and goes to his room to dress.

In his room he towel dries then tosses the towel onto the bed in a heap. He proceeds to dress himself in his clean underwear and t-shirt. Once dressed, he spreads out his towel onto a table next to the window to air dry. He walks out of his room and into his kitchen and to his fridge, opening it. Peering inside, he sighs in disappointment for it is nearly empty except for the plate of chicken and a container of mixed vegetables and a pitcher of tea. He grabs the chicken plate and veggies from the fridge and places them on the counter. He closes the fridge.

He goes to the dish cabinet and pulls out a clean plate and brings it to the counter. He then proceeds to arrange two pieces of chicken legs and a scoop of mixed veggies onto his plate. He replaces the rest of the chicken pieces and veggies back into the fridge. Afterwards, he places his prepared food plate into the microwave and sets it for five minutes. When it beeps, he carefully pulls out his thoroughly nuked dinner. He places it on top of his small square wooden table, where a cup of water has been placed alongside a set of silverware.

He then settles in his solitary chair and proceeds to eat his dinner. As he was doing so he picks up the newspaper next to his cup. The headline reads:

"VICIOUS KILLER ON THE LOOSE: PUBLIC BEWARE OF THE 'LADY KILLER'."

"Jeez! What a stupid title. 'Lady Killer'? Seriously?!" he mused to himself. The newspaper writers are not very creative are they? 'Lady Killer' has been overused and is a little cliched. Didn't they call Ted Bundy a 'Lady Killer' at some point? He tosses the newspaper on the table in from of him and finishes his dinner. Afterwards his cleans his dishes and heads to brush his teeth.

In the bathroom, he is slowly scrubbing his teeth trying to make them as white as possible. Sighing, he rinses his toothbrush clean of toothpaste then he rinses out his mouth out. yawning, he heads to bed. Adjusting the covers, he slides into bed and pulls the covers to his chin and slowly falls asleep.