Blood on the Water
Prologue:
The blood on her hands was making her palms itch as it started to become tacky from being outside of the body for so long. She was breathing hard and the smile on her lips was wide as she straddled the waist of her latest victim, his blood still trickling slowly out of his chest and down his stomach, staining the pale skin of her legs and the cotton of her skirt and underwear. She didn't care for such trifle things though. She leaned forward and kissed the man's cheek before standing. Her hands and wrist were covered in splashes of blood and her hair was sticky with it as well. The inner sides of her legs were painted crimson from where she had been sitting and it covered her clothing in the dots and lines of scarlet Rorschach test. She tucked her hair behind her ear as it fell in front of her face, smearing the drying blood that rested on her cheek.
She went into the bathroom and turned the bath on, the steam of the hot water rising as it filled the tub. She stripped her clothes off and kicked them to the corner, humming as she did this. She turned the water off and slipped into the bath. The water began turning red as she washed herself with a bath sponge, still humming in lighthearted bliss as her victim remained in the hall of her home. She submerged herself completely in the water which by now was as dark crimson as the blood that still leaked from the man's body. When she emerged above the water again she lovingly lifted a finger to touch the snap-shot of the young man she'd just killed that was stuck to the wall above the tub. "You were so much fun too," she whispered in a sweet voice. She turned her attention to another picture just beside her victim's. "I'm sure my newest toys will be just as great." She lifted a finger to the picture of four teenagers with their dog. "So young, so new. Yes, you will be my greatest toys yet I am sure."
She rose out of the bath tub and pulled the plug out of the drain. She watched as the bloody water swirled down the drain in a mini-whirlpool of sorts. She pulled the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her wet body. When she out in the hall she still smiled as she stepped over his naked body. "Pardon me, Thomas," she laughed as she went to her bedroom and dressed herself. She tied her hair into a braid and pulled a cloak around her. "I'll have to clean the mess later," she told herself in a muse, "for now I have much better things to do, Thomas than deal with your silly old self."