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Chapter 6
He moved like a cat through the wet night air. Silent footsteps fell in a graceful rhythm, slinking and stretching in the shadows on the edge of the parking lot. The sodium lights of the run down motel's parking lot cast his face in sharp relief as he looked around once more. The 'E' on the neon sign for the place had burned out. But no one complained. And no one saw him as he quickly covered the last few yards to the building.
He had chosen this motel very carefully- he could not play in her home like the others. Off a small highway in the Virginia wilderness, it was the type of place to rent by the hour. Its rooms were hovels of grime, stained sheets, and faulty plumbing. But, he thought, it helped cut down on a number of annoying distractions.
For instance, he needn't worry about surveillance. The lone camera at the end of the building looked as though it'd been broken for years. No one wanted evidence of what they were doing in this place.
He needn't worry about the owner; he'd paid the man more than enough for a two week stay. Though, he had to admit, it pained him to do it. The reeking man would probably use the extra money to buy more liquor, judging by the overpowering stench of his clothes and breath. In his opinion, unclean people were revolting. Cleanliness is next to godliness, you know, but his pragmatic side let him see the benefit: drunks are unreliable witnesses.
And he certainly needn't worry about other guests; they were too busy keeping their own secrets for an hour or two to worry about his.
As soon as he'd taken up residence in Room 14, on the end and around the back of the one story building, he'd been preparing it. It became a sacred experience for him: it had to be perfect- he'd waited so long. He'd bleached the filthy walls and bought new sheets for the bed, cleaned the stained carpet and hung fresh towels in the bathroom. He'd even tried a hand at plumbing to fix the toilet. Before, flushing a used condom was the only thing it was suited for, but now it was running fine. Everything in the room was cleaned and sanitized. There was even a fresh vase of flowers sitting on the small dresser. He did it for her. He knew she would appreciate the details- Lisa always did.
The faulty sign blinked a few times as he disappeared around the corner to reach his room. His step though still furtive, was light. He was thrilled at his progress, and quietly hummed an old Cat Stevens tune to himself. He'd found her and was closer than he imagined. He'd found that perfect opportunity to be near her, touch her, breath her scent again.
Though, he had to admit, being so close was highly frustrating. Every moment he'd been torn between his desire for her and the darker urge to slice her open, make her pay.
As he reached the door and drew out his key, he froze, going absolutely silent, straining his ears for sounds out of place. Beyond his racing heartbeat he heard nothing, saw nothing suspicious so he unlocked the door.
Closing and locking it behind him and switching on the lights brought him the sight of his gift to her, glinting ominously from the bed where he'd left it out. Careless of him, he chastised himself. He picked it up off the bed and found a towel to wipe it clean of the semen dulling the deadly blade. As he cleaned, he closed his eyes and remembered the smell of her, the way she'd looked at him. He thought about the last time he'd used it, those precious moments when they were body to body, and the look in her eye then. Unconsciously, he began to rub the flat of the blade against the growing bulge in his pants. He caught himself, once again giving himself a mental kick. He would not sully his gift again. The next time he removed the 12-inch hunting knife from its sheath would be to penetrate Lisa Reisert's skin. The thought only excited him further, and he set the knife on the dresser, next to the flowers, content to use his hand.
Yes, Lisa would appreciate the details.
A/N: Oh my creepy, creepy killer. It'd be fun if you knew who it is, no? This is short chapter, I know, but it's all part of the experience :) You can expect a longer chapter with in a week or so that will be back to suspense/yummy Jackson. I'd apologize for it being forever since I last updated but... I do that every chapter! Maybe I should just concentrate on writing this time LOL. If you are confused about anything, have a comment or opinion about Perilous (+ or -), or just had really good chinese food for lunch... leave a review and tell me!!
And once again: my lovely walrus-training beta owns my soul.