As the ice melts
"English is not my first language so excuse any mistakes in grammar or style I might have done"
As he was lying there, bleeding, his life fading out like a supernova, Stella felt something she never felt before.
Of course she was desperate. It's been almost a year chasing after this guy, in this elusive cat and mouse game she enjoyed more than she could admit, even to herself.
She wanted to arrest him. She wanted him to pay for his crimes. She didn't want him to just die, thus escaping the justice of men.
Could it be more than that?
She wouldn't write on her diary anymore. Her secrets exposed. She felt violated, as violated as his victims have been.
This man is pure evil. Yet, he is human. All too human.
And so is she.
He looks at her with some sort of feeling she can't identify. Maybe it's just the sheer fear of dying.
Yet it looks like something else.
Anderson was shot too. But at that moment, nothing else matters, except for Paul Spector, dying in her arms.
"Sexy Stella, expressing her deepest, darkest desires "
She hadn't written her deepest darkest fantasies... if he only knew, he was part of them...
Suddenly he was being teared out of her arms.
"M'am, let him go. Help has arrived."
And off he went in the ambulance. Her heart was beating faster than she could bear.
He cannot die. Not before paying for everything he did.
If he died, for everyone else, it would be almost a relief. No painful trial. No more danger. His family would be free. His victims and their families would be free, Stella would be free.
Does she want to be free? Can she be free?
For some insane reason, icy Stella is melting. In some weird way, Paul Spector is her complete opposite yet all the same. Her sinister other half.
He knows her better than anyone. Anyone.
Human, all too human...
As she races to the hospital and waits for news on his state, the ice is melting on her eyes, she can feel it, running down her cheeks
Paul Spector cannot die.