He began to dress as she watched from the bed. The pretty Muggle girl, so easily lured into his hotel room. Not even close to being a difficult target for him. As he pulled his pants up, he felt for the reassurance of his wand in the pocket. He smirked slightly as he did the button.
This was his favorite part.
"What is it?" she asked, noting his change in expression.
"I have something to tell you," he said slowly, reaching for his back pocket.
"What?" she asked. He could tell she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"I'm a wizard," he said, removing the wand and silently casting Muffliato.
"You're a mad man," she said, shaking and starting to get out of the bed.
"That too."
And then he Crucio-ed her.
Her screams were so perfect.
By the time he stopped, she was limp on top of the covers, sweat drenching the mussed sheets.
"Do you believe me now?" he asked, approaching the bed.
She nodded frantically, gulping back sobs.
"Do you want me to take it all back? Make you forget tonight ever happened?"
She couldn't even get out the words to say yes.
"Too late, darling."
Someone one the street could have seen the green light, he supposed, but by the time they did anything about it, if they did at all, he would be long gone. He buttoned up his shirt and made sure he hadn't left any personal effects, and then he Disapparated without a second glance at the body.
This was one of his favorite hobbies; the chase, and the kill. Foolish young girls who wanted a taste of real life.
He was as real as it got.