The night was so quiet, he was almost afraid to break in. The slightest noise could awaken the people inside, and he did not want that. At least, not yet. The night air was refreshing, being cold from the falling snow. It was odd to see snow in April, but then, this was Russia. It was such peaceful night in the quiet town, that he almost laughed. He thought about sticking around to see what the towns people's reaction would be to the nights events. But that would be to risky. He was to go in, get what he wanted, and leave. That was it.
Quietly, he pryed open the windo with a crowbar he had brought. It didn't make a sound, and neither did he as he climbed into the house. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, he thought devilishly. He had always loved that rhyme.
Slowly, quietly, he walked through the house until he found what he was looking for. The woman was fast asleep, looking as beautiful as ever. Her long, dark hair was fanned out across her pillow. She wore nothing but a silk nightgown, which displayed her perfect curves and long legs to perfection. She looked so peaceful, like a godess sleeping on the clouds. There was no sign of her husband. Probably working late, the bastard.
He walked towards the bed. Pulling the knife out of his pocket, he crawled on top of the sleeping woman. She woke with a start, frightened by the sudden pressure. When she saw his face, she opened her mouth to scream. With a flash, he put the knife to her throat.
"Shhh," he whispered. "You might wake my baby. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
The woman's eyes narrowed. "Your baby? Where do you get that idea?"
He struck her, hard, across the face. "That should be my baby and you know it!" he hissed. "And I'm going to make you pay for taking it away from me!" He began to caress her soft, perfect skin. "Oh, yes," he said softly, as though talking to a lover. "You will pay. And I will take what's mine!"
The woman opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. He ran his hands down her arms, legs, throat, something he should have been able to do months ago. But she had to go and ruin it. The woman would have screamed, but he still had the knife, and she knew he would use it.
When he was done, he said, "Don't think this is what I meant. I just had to get that out of my system. Did you really think you could get off the hook that easily? No, it's gonna be a lot worse."
Realizing what he meant, the woman pleaded, "Please, I'm begging you. Don't-"
"And I begged you to marry me, didn't I?" he snarled."But you had to run off with that bar tender!"
"You leave Peter out of this!" the woman yelled.
He hit her, harder this time. "I told you to be quiet," he hissed. "I don't want you waking my baby!" He hit her again. "And never say the name of that son of a bitch again! Do you hear me? Never, never, never!" With each never, he hit her, breaking her nose, knocking out a few teeth. He then hit her in the throat. As she cried out in pain, he struck her across the face again, hissing, "Shhh!"
He looked at the once beautiful woman, battered and bleeding. "Do you want to live, Ellie?" he asked. "You don't have to answer verbally. Just nod, yes or no." The woman nodded. "You do?" he said. "That's funny, cause, I wanted to marry you. I guess we don't always get what we want in life, do we?"
The woman's eyes widened as he raised the knife and pressed it to the left side of her neck. Ah, how he loved that look. Slowly, he cut into her flesh, watching the red blood gush out onto the white pillows. It was a beautiful sight.
Realizing now she had nothing more to lose, the woman began to scream. She was wrong. He quickly reached into her mouth, pulled out her tounge, and cut it off.
"I just can't get it through your pretty little head that I want it quiet," he said. "I hope my baby's smarter than you." The woman gave him one last hate-filled look, before the blood loss took it's toll and she closed her eyes for the last time.
"I'm sorry, Elyss," He said. "I did love you."
"Elyss!" A man's voice came from the doorway. The husband had come home. He casually got off the woman, then turned to face the husband.
"Hello, Peter," he said, mockingly. "Did you have a good day at work, you son of a bitch?"
:What did you do to Elyss?" Peter demmanded, staring at the body of his wife.
He swiftly walked up to Peter, and, without a sound, dug the knife deep into his throat. "You shouldn't have done that, Pete," he said. "You shouldn't have stolen my woman, my child."
Peter managed to choke out, "Damn you, you bastard," before he joined his wife in the after life. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, he again thought.
Walking past the lifeless body, making sure to give it a little kick, he made his way to the nursury. The commotion had woken up his baby, damn it. He entered the room and made his way to the crib. Inside was a small baby, with soft dark hair and pale skin. Just like the mother.
"Shh, don't cry, my little one," he said, picking it up. "Shh, daddy's here." Softly, he began to sing, "Hush little baby, don't say a word…" Finally, the baby stopped crying. The baby's eyes opened, and a laugh escaped it's mouth. "Yes, you know who I am," he said, happy. "I'm your papa. And you're my little one. Oh, you are simply perfect.
Of course you are. You're my baby."