Ok, since you wanted some more, I wrote the second part, it's about her. WARNING this is dark, I kind of wanted to try something new. What do you think, more or should I make this a two-shot?
"Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me…"
The old record player was repeating that song over and over again, apparently it was jammed. Detective Vince Baum had always liked this song, but he doubted that he would ever be able to listen to it again without thinking about the grotesque sight in front of his eyes. He had been a police officer for almost 20 years, but he had never seen anything like this before.
One of his younger colleagues was turning green before running outside to throw up. Although detective Baum felt sick to his stomach, he managed to stay calm. So much blood… And plenty of body parts and all kind of organs, placed all around the room. Some of the bodies were children. Who ever had done this, deserved to burn in hell for all eternity and if it was up to detective Baum, he would sent that bastard there himself. The forensics would be here in any moment, so he might as well go outside…
"Someone's alive here!"
Detective Baum froze when he heard his partner's voice. Had someone actually survived? He walked towards the pile of bodies and saw her. She was just a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 years old. She was covered with blood and her blue eyes were staring into emptiness.
"Geez…"
The girl turned her eyes towards him and in the moment her gaze met his, he knew. What she had seen had shattered her very essence; she would never be the same again.
"It's ok, sweetheart," he muttered. "You're safe now; no one is going to hurt you."
She was looking at him with her empty eyes and opened her mouth.
"He will."
Someone told me once that I was a happy child, a sweet little girl with golden hair and a face of an angel. I suppose I'll just have to take their word for it. But hey, I'm happy now, why wouldn't I be, it's my birthday after all. My 18th birthday. After all these years, I'm finally free to go where ever I want and do what ever I want. This morning I didn't own anything except the clothes I'm wearing, but now I have a car and plenty of money. I certainly picked the right guy, he seems to be loaded. Of course I'll have to get rid of the car, but first I'm leaving this backwater far behind me. This is a damn fine car, it's a shame really that I can't keep it.
"Tonight's the night we're gonna make it happen. Tonight we'll put all other things aside. Give in this time and show me some affection. We're going for those pleasures in the night…"
Oh, I love this song. I roll the window down, letting the night air in and sing along while driving. The road seems to be empty; I've only pass three cars since leaving from that disgusting place. I wonder if someone has found that guy already. That certainly was a hell of a first time, but I have to admit that the whole thing was messier than I imagined. I can't help but smile when I see a sign ahead.
You're now leaving Mystic Falls. Come back soon!
I don't think so; this place has nothing to offer. My foster family certainly won't miss me. Perhaps in a way they knew, although they always tried to deny it. I look in the rearview mirror and give myself one of those fake smiles I've practiced so hard. I used to spend hours in front of a mirror, not because I would be narcissistic, heaven forbids, but because I needed to be able to mimic different emotions. But there's something good about a face like mine, it's hardly difficult to look sweet and innocent.
Maybe once I actually was sweet and innocent, perhaps that was what attracted him in the first place. Sometimes I wanted to know why, but what difference would that make. If it was possible to kill a soul, mine had certainly died that night. Maybe that had been his goal all along, a new way for him to entertain himself. Oh well, water under the bridge and so on. I am what I am and finally I don't have to hide it anymore. So ready or not, world, here I come.
