"We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us." - Unknown
"Please!" The woman shouts frantically while trying to hide further into the corner, trying to shrink her size. "You don'e have to do this!" The grabs the first shoe she can grab and puts it in front of her in an attack manner. I just chuckle at her sad attempt to escape the death we both know is coming for her. I take the last step so I am right in front of her and she gives me one last look of plead before I shove the knife into her stomach. She immediately starts coughing up blood. I back up so the blood doesn't get on me. I pull the slip out of my pocket that read:
Justice is served.
I put the note on the now dead woman's body and leave the scene, I can't be here too long, the hosting a party in twenty minutes and I don't plan on being caught on the scene. I'm the most wanted serial killer in the U.K. Lucky for me they believe that I look almost the exact opposite of what I really like. False witnesses just wanted money and reported some shit. About what they saw I look like. They replaced my pale complexion with a dark tan complexion, they claim I am ripped with muscle but in reality I have the normal amount (maybe a little more), they say I have a American accent, but I'm from London. The artists have tried to draw me, but I look like a total stranger. I just shrug the thought of how stupid humanity is and I walk into the streets of London.
Like any other Friday night the streets are crowded with tourists and people in general. There are prostitutes, gold diggers, drug addicts, and pervert. What a lovely city. I am pulled out of my sarcastic thoughts when my phone rings.
"Yes?" I answer in motto tone while walking to my car. A black Ranger Rover.
"Is it taken care of?" The low voice asks.
"Stabbed in the stomach, note left on top. Done." I say while starting my the car.
"Great job Niklaus." The voice takes a break, "I have the file for the next person. I have sent you an email."
"Details."
"Woman. Well teenager. Seventeen year old. Blonde hair. From a small town in Virginia."
"An American." I state while stopping violently at a stoplight.
"Indeed. She is only here for a week. So you better get the deed done soon."
"What are her crimes?" I ask curious to find out what kind of crime a teenager could do other then speeding or drinking.
"No crimes."
My eyebrows wrinkle, "I don't kill people if they haven't done anything to deserve it."
"Let her be the exception. It's her friend that needs to get the message."
"Explain."
"Her friend is the problem. She has something of mine. I want it back. She will get the message by the death of her friend. She will give back what is rightfully mine."
"What did she take again?"
"None of your business. Just kill the girl and I'll get back to you in a week." I don't reply to this I just hang up. I know what I got to do: kill the girl and move on with my life.
Once I am showered and full from dinner I pull out my laptop and check my email. I look through the file of the girl and almost feel guilty at what I am going to do with her. But I shake that thought out of my head. I do not care. Emotions are a suicide and I want nothing to do with such weakness. She is seventeen, just four years younger than me. She is beautiful. A work of art really. But soon she will be another nameless forgotten person because her story will die with her. Just as it should.
She intrigues me really. She was 'Miss Mystic Falls' and she has a 4.0 average with all A's. She would have a great future if she wasn't pulled into this unfortunate situation. But there is no point in thinking about the future of someone who won't be getting one.
I scroll down til I see her name and where she is staying in London. I notice the hotel she is staying at is right across from my apartment. Her name is Caroline Forbes.
I guess I will pay her hotel room a visit soon.
I know this is a short first chapter... but what do you think? I really like this plot. Please leave me a review! I love you!