Death. It's the singular link between all living things. The fact that we all die at some point or another is what connects us all. We could live to be 120 or not even past the first day in the womb. It could be Mother Nature taking its course, or it could occur on a more purposeful note. But, no matter what, it's imminent. There is no escaping it.

And here we are, following the prey of the night. Gary Forester. A 46 year old man who owns his own restaurant that has been on the brinks of closing down for the past year. He also coaches his son's hockey team. This is also where he finds his victims. Young boys that will never be found.

As he got into his car, leaving the restaurant for the night, his family already at home asleep would never see him again.

"Excuse me?" my voice carried.

Gary Forester turned smiling a sleepy grin. "Can I help you?"

"I'm new in town, just arrived from New York. Can you tell me how to get to Violet Street?"

"Uh-yeah," he said turning to look in the direction. "You just want to take-" he was cut off by my needle piercing his neck and flowing morphine into his jugular.

Gary Forester awoke quite frightened. His arms, legs and head all held down by Seran wrap. His screams were muffled by the washcloth shoved in his mouth acting as a gag. His naked body trapped to a metal gurney in an unfamiliar room.

"Hi," I said, smiling at him.

"Whhrrmmmmmmm?" was all he could get out through the gag.

"I'm the man who's going to kill you. Now, I'll take the rag out as long as you promise not to scream, because it won't do any good anyway, there is no one around for about 20 miles. All screaming is going to do is make this process so much longer and I've got places to be."

I pulled the rag out of his mouth which was then followed by a series of coughs.

"Why are you doing this?" he croaked out.

"Did the boys you killed ask you the same thing?"

"Wha-What are you talking about?" he asked clearly acting shocked at the accusation.

"Don't play dumb." I pulled off the covers from the pictures of the 10 boys I had gathered. "This, this was you, you caused their families a world of pain. They lost their children. Did you touch them before? Did you get your own physical pleasure out of it before you gave your monster his pleasure?" I pressed my finger to his forehead before pulling it away abruptly and walking to my tool kit. I grabbed my scalpel, syringe and slide.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want, just let me go, please, I have a family," he said as I cut into his cheek and took up blood with the syringe and put it onto the slide in one smooth motion.

"So did they," I grabbed my knife and admired the unkinked sheen of the blade.

"Please, I won't ever do it again. Please!" his final pleas were choked out through tears.

"You see, I know that isn't an option. You have a need just like I do. You can't just stop. You can tell yourself you will but one day, you will need to do it again, and I can't let that happen."

I plunged my blade through his heart, and watched as blood pooled under the plastic wrap. I pulled the knife out and fell to the floor. Nothing but a feeling of euphoria surged through me. This was just what I needed.

I walked into my apartment at about 2:30 a.m. only to be greeted by a very pissed Deb.

"Where the fuck have you been?" she asked quietly.

"I was meeting someone."

"At 12 o'clock at night?"

"I was meeting with her earlier. Time got away from us."

"You got laid! Well you could've just called, I'd totally understand. It's about time. I mean not to be disrespectful of Rita, because you know I loved her, she was perfect for you. But I'm really happy for you, big brother."

"Look, Deb, I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch if you want."

"That's what I was planning on doing. Hey, I do have a question for you though."

"Yeah?" I said turning to look at her.

"When will I meet this new girl? I want to meet the girl that's making my big brother so happy."

"I don't know, Deb, maybe soon. Maybe never."

Probably never, as the girl that's making me happy is the night.

Author Note: Hi! So, this is my first story and I have much more written already but I'm going to try to post a bit of it once a week. I'm no where near done with the story and this is just the beginning. As I go along, I'd love your input because hopefully it will give me motivation to keep writing. I know this isn't much go on and I will post more soon, I promise. I'm still not sure if this will end up a romance or if I'll simply hint at one and make people suffer. When you finally meet and get an idea of what you think of her I guess you should put your input in on whether it should be a romance or not, because I could go either way. Thank you for reading! ~missmuffinpants