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The moonlight gleamed dimly against the window. Makayla ran as fast as she could down the small flight of stairs and tripped at the last two. She fell to her knees and barely caught herself with the palms of her hands, fear pulsing through her body like an unwanted plague. Seizing her. Tormenting her.
She heard laughing. It was soft, but she heard the sick taunting in it. She turned sharply toward him. There he stood. At the top of the stairs covered in complete shadow. She could still see his menacing eyes. Filled with laughter.
She jumped up as fast as possible and ran into the living room. She could see the back door. It was getting closer to her.
She rounded the doorway when she heard the gun go off. She was determined to make it too the backdoor. She felt hot liquid seep through her shirt. She barely made it three steps into the kitchen before she stumbled to a walk, then a crawl. She put her hand against her side and pulled her shirt up enough to see the blood. So much blood.
She stood up halfway and reached on the countertop for the knife she had used to cut the tomatoes with earlier. Her strength gave in before she found it. She tried to grab the table to steady herself. The pain was so emmense.
She leaned her back against the bare wall and slid down, leaving a red trail in her place. A small sound of shear terror escaped her lips when she saw him standing in the doorway, his black jacket trailing behind him. His piercing eyes were upon her and she felt the ground shake a little as his boots stomped their way toward her. She quivered as he got closer.
He knelt down on his knee to her level and got out his knife.
"No, no please don't. Please..." She whispered almost silently. Her face was soaked with tears. He brought his face in close to her neck and inhaled deeply. His lips brushed against her ear and she just kept whispering "Please don't do this...." over and over again.
He brought his hand with the knife close to her lips, but only used his index finger to gently quiet her. He kissed her jawline ever so softly and murmered in her ear soothingly.
"Poor little Makayla." He drew back and looked her in the eyes with false pitty written all across his face. "You can't run from the truth anymore my sweet." She winced.
He leaned in closer, listening to the fast pace of her breathing now. She leaned her head back, trying to disappear as far into the wall as she could. He ran his nose caressingly up her neck to her jaw, taking in her smell.
"You're mine now." He whispered, shoving the blade deeply into her chest. She tried to scream out, but only a ghastly whisper came. He held her in his arms until her heart stopped completely. He layed her as gently as possible on the white tiles stained with her blood, and kissed her lips for the last time. He got up and walked out, not before giving a last glance to her lifeless corpse in a puddle of blood on the floor,
and smiling.
A/N: Okay, i know that this is probably the shortest chapter in all the history of short chapters but bare with me. The next one is long. Oh, and umm pls review?