She found herself walking towards him despite the voice inside of her head that was screaming to stay away. The psychopath was like a magnet pulling her into his grasp. His blood red painted lips stayed curved into his sadistic smile as he ran his tongue over them and slicked back a strand of greasy green tinted hair. She winced in repulsion, and turned her attention to the huge scars across both cheeks; she wondered how he'd gotten them. Her thoughts were cut short as he launched toward her, suddenly her had her with one arm around her waist and one around her neck with the cool metal blade of a knife pressing against the side of her throat.
"Not just a pretty little thing…you're uh smart too. Very obedient." His cheek pressed against her and his hot breath tickled her ear.
To her disgust her knees began to shake, but she swallowed hard and put on a brave face.
"I'm a very good listener." Was all she could come up with.
"Well then tell me my dear…can you uh hear this?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as her pushed the knife to the point of breaking skin and began to chuckle.
Sadie could hear it, the sound of her flesh splitting open and the pounding of her rapid heartbeat. The pain was nearly unbearable and she let out a small yelp as she felt the warm trickling of her blood on her neck. Her vision went blurry for a moment and the man's maniacal laugh seemed distant. She fought off the faintness and quickly thought of something that might buy her a few more minutes of life. It was safe to say he would play with her a bit before he disposed of her so the only chance of survival was to not beg for her life. Thinking as fast as she could, she took one of her hands that was grabbing the arm across her neck and brought it to the blood that was dripping. To her surprise he didn't try to restrain her. She dipped two of her fingers in the thick red liquid and brought then to her face. Normally blood freaked her out, but in this stressful situation it didn't seem as bad in comparison to what was possibly in store. Pressing one blood covered finger to her mouth, she parted her lips and slowly licked it clean with her eyes closed; then did the same with the other finger…hoping it would intrigue him.
"I see uh I've caught myself a bloodsucker." He hissed into her ear. "And uh here I am without a stake."
While she did all her research and knew more than most of his victims, she wasn't quite ready to play his game. Her little stunt seemed to spark an interest for the moment, but maintaining that spark was going to be a problem. The next logical step would be to try and appeal to his male nature.
"You should give it a try." She said in the sultriest tone she could muster.
Cocking her head to the side she exposed her wounded flesh to him. This was unexpected and for a moment he found himself at a loss for words, but he quickly recovered when he figured out her game.
"It's not …that uh easy sweet-ness." He spat. "Although that was a very good uh try."
The emphasis he put on that last word gave her goosebumps. Her fate was in his unstable hands and there was no way of telling which way he would go. She wasn't sure how it happened, but they were now face-to-face and he was holding her in a vice grip by her long hair.
"Such uh, beautiful lips you have." His gloved finger traced over her bottom lip. "What do you think of uh…mine?" He licked them and blinked slowly.
She couldn't answer. All she could think about was the sudden need she had to wash her face of any remnants there may be from his grimy, dirty touch. Then came the question she was dreading.
"Do you uh…wanna know how I got these scars?" He used the switchblade to point to them.
She knew that was likely the last question anyone would ever ask her, and she had no choice but to reply.
"Yes." She honestly did.
Figuring she had nothing to lose since she was screwed anyway she reached up and touched the scar on his left cheek. It was bumpy and greasy from the red paint that covered it. It was odd to her that in a way she had secretly wished for a moment like this. It was also strange that after months of research and writing about him, he would be the one to take her life. He didn't let her touch him for long, using his right hand he yanked her head backward almost breaking her neck.
"No, no, no we don't touch…I thought you were uh smarter than that sugar." He grinned.
It was a knee jerk reaction for her to try to break her head free from the painful position he was pulling it into. As she did his grip tightened on her chestnut locks and her arms swung wildly hoping to strike him in the process. He cackled wildly then abruptly stopped. At break neck speed her face was suddenly centimeters from his. Staring into the black holes that held his cold eyes she realized he seemed to look pleased, and that frightened her even more.
"You're lucky I enjoy my playthings a little…fiesty. It makes things much more, uh interesting." He said calmly.
She couldn't be sure but it seemed he had let go of her. There was no time to run though, soon after there was a sharp pain in the back of her head, everything began to fade to black and she collapsed to the floor.