"We Must Be Killers"
A/N: Yes, I am insane. Someone help me...
I could feel their presence in the room.
A certain chill electrified the stone walls...an echo through each step he took...It was him again... mid twenties...calm strides...phone in hand... left... pause... another man...younger...incoherent whispers...
"You didn't take your pills"
Angry with her disruption, I snapped my eyes, torn from my visions as waits teed time, openly glaring at the intruder.
As always she was dressed immaculately but instead of black, she had decided on a red dress. However, as usual, it was tight and clung to her hour glass figure. It contrasted with her long jet black waves that were now pinned up. Her pale marble legs elongated with her signature five inch heels.
My hatred only ignited further when I took in the bright scarlet orbs that darted towards me, a maliciousness in her victorious smirk. My speculative gaze narrowed to the stain on her bottom lip which she hastily licked off. It didn't deteriorate any attention from the newfound glimmer she withheld When hungrily staring at me.
...she had fed.
...yet not satsified...
"Your medication?" she chimed and pushed the three pills and the glass of water closer to me but I simply staredunblinking because I knew that scared her.
Part of me wanted to push her through the walls and smirk at the thought of her feeble attempts at retaliating. However, the other more prominent part of me remained numb, wanting to sought out the man in my vision.
I wanted - no, needed to know what he wanted with me.
Why he had infiltrated my night's dreams and my day's visions.
With a defeated sigh, she moved around to my side and crouched down next to me. Her fingers slicked up my arm and then trailed down to my wrist, the hunger in her eyes as she tapped at the cannula. She gulped down her thirst and wasted no time in taking the syringe.
Apparently, twenty eight samples of my blood weren't enough.
Maybe stew to nine would finally do it - fingers crossed.
Them again, the crazed gleam in her eyes told me otherwise. The way she was gentle and solely fixated on the task, in silence told me enough.
She had tasted my blood...
Again, I deliberated the image of how I could kill her.
This time, flames were involved.
"Bella..." my name was whispered with the same fascination and wonder.
We both whipped around to the other naive golden eyed 'doctor'. I used air quotes because he thought as long as he adorned a white coat, carried a folder and a stethoscope, it would cover up the fact that all he was, was a monster.
"How are you this morning?" he smiled warmly, still desperately trying to remind me of the past. He wanted to remind me that I should trust him but I remained placid with a stiff lip set in a grim line.
He sighed, giving in for today and stepped further into the room. "What have you got for me today?" he slipped into the chair opposite me, pushed back his sleeves and began to look through my notebook. "Why number 12?" he inquired with a raised brow and a creased forehead.
In reply, I pushed the other picture in front of him and he look down.
The woman now standing behind him, strained her neck to look at the picture with an inquisitive stare. Soon enough, after checking over the sketch several times I felt her regret and sickening fear that sunk her stomach.
At least I had the satisfaction of watching her grow wide-eyed when looking at her fate drawn in black and white.
Hasn't she ever heard of that wonderful saying; 'Curiosity killed the cat'?
This was one of those rare and prized moments where that saying was actually implemented into reality.
Ten seconds were up and the sketched vision finally transpired into reality as a blur passed through the door. Within two seconds, the woman's dismembered form was on the ground, at the feet of the man that had haunted my dreams.
I calmly watched as her head rolled to the side of the room, her eyes popping out of their sockets, horror-stricken and frightened.
However, the 'doctor' was busy trying to find the culprit. A gasp left him when he spun his head and I felt a barely of emotions roll through him... fear... surprise... dread... and an unexpected concern.
Through this, I had remained still...unmoving...
Not out of fear but out of boredom.
My head was slightly bowed as I lazily peeked up from under my eyelashes at my expected visitor.
His eyes flickered towards me and then he craned his head to the 'doctor', the menacing smirk still in place. "Leave us" he instructed.
The 'doctor' grew hesitant when nervously looking between me and the visitor.
Just go already.
It was only when the visitor took a menacing step towards me that he let with an unspoken promise.
With the doctor gone, I was now left alone...
...with another killer.
A/N: Like I said, I'm insane...but hopefully that is a good thing, right?
This one has been collecting dust for a while but I decided while I'm here - might as well.
What do you think?