Chapter 11: Murderer

Unknown POV:

Being chased was nothing like the movies. The actors look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. The reality was far removed from that pretty version of running to save your skin. I'd had no time to put on shoes or even grab my jacket from the lockers. I'd been winding up my night shift at the station and as usual, I could sleep for most of it. It's like that for gas station cashiers sometimes, other times you're dealing with god awful customers you just want to smack across their faces. Yet tonight wasn't one of those days, it was quiet. My good friends Alexander and Jason came to pick me up, all high on something, deciding we should turn up. I mean, we're young but not young enough to 'turn up'.

The three of us went to the local bar and drank some few beers. One thing lead to another and now she's after me with a sinister smile. My soul crashed into the asphalt a few times before I transition to the ball of my feet. My face is flushed red and my expression is just pure panic. My job doesn't keep me in shape but I do hit the gym once in a while but still, my heart pounds, sending blood to my muscles. Just when I think I outran her, she suddenly appears before me.

My chaser stood before me with the same expression from the bar. She had the same smile on her face but now I could see the difference in her smile and a normal one. A normal smile was warm and friendly, her smile was the opposite of that; it was cold and dark. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you left the party early. I can't have you leave without giving you a goodbye kiss," her voice was soft, smooth and clear and quiet yet powerful. Soothing, in a way. It was beautiful much like her. And if she wasn't trying to kill me I would have wished that she would never stop talking.

She made her way towards me, she moved like a waiter in a five-star restaurant and her footfalls made no sound at all. In a matter of seconds, she was standing in front of my paralyzed body. Her cold hand gently touched my cheek, I flinched back but she held my chin, "shh don't be scared," she cooed. She looked at me then, her black eyes drilling into mine. I couldn't help but think- I'd never seen eyes with no emotions.

"P-please let me go," I begged as I felt something wet go down my cheek. I realized that I started to cry. I've never felt this scared that I began to cry. I don't ever remember being this terrified. I was always a fan of horror movies and laughed at the cliché scene where the unfortunate person is about to die. It's always the same; they beg for their life, ask their murder to let them go believing that they'll have a change of heart but in the end, they die anyway.

She made no effort to talk just stared at me with those dark emotionless eyes. I wonder what had caused this alluring woman so much pain that her eyes reflected nothing. What did she go through? Has her life always being a living hell?

"What happened to you?" I asked without thinking. It seemed that my questions had made an impact on her, for a split second I saw lonely, pain, sorrow and much more in her black eyes. At that moment I wanted to know more about her. Something happened to her that caused her to shut down and I want to know.

One moment I was staring at her eyes and the next I was flying through the air. It hit something cold and hard. Seconds or perhaps minutes later, slowly I tried to get up but quickly realized how futile it was when I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. A sharp pain lanced through my head and colorful spots flashed in front of my eyes, it felt like my whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. Regardless, I needed to get out of here... away from her before she ends me.

Wincing in pain I tried to get up but it was no use. I tried over and over again but it was no use. I heard a chuckle coming from in front of me, the place where that woman was. Opening my eyes I see her there, swatting down with her arms lazily crossed in front of her. An amused look on her deadly face, "does it hurt?" she asked with a smirk.

I grunted in pain, "why do you care? You're just going to hurt me so more," I sneered at her. Her smirked fell and instantly I regretted my choice of words. Fuck I'm that idiot who tried to be tough before dying. I laughed at myself thinking that I'm about to die like those idiots from the movies.

"What's so funny, handsome?" she asked yet I didn't answer I laughed so more. I didn't bother to get up but I did try to get as comfortable as possible before she ends me.

"Can you stop toying with me? Or do you prefer to play with your meal before killing them?" I asked staring straight at her eyes. I would have thought, no expected her to do something but she didn't. Instead, she cocked her head sideways and stared at me with a smirk, "trying to act tough, eh. It won't last long."

When I didn't reply she began to tap her finger impatiently on her knee. She then asked a question that threw me off. "Do you have a family?" she asked while her cold dark eyes roamed my injured body. "W-what?" I asked confused. She sighed clearly annoyed, "do you have a family?" she asked again.

"If I say yes would you let me go?" I asked raising my eyebrow. She laughed a cold laugh that didn't match her heavenly face. As quickly it started her laughed stop, she then looked at me with a serious expression. "Why do you want to live?" she asked fully serious.

"I don't want to die--" she cut me off with a moan. "Ughh, at least use your imagination," she said rolling her eyes.

I scoffed, "if you haven't realized, at the moment I can't due to certain reason," I said before groaning in pain. At the moment my side was killing me, well everything is killing expect the one person who I thought was going to kill me.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked and I looked at her surprised. She waited for me to say something, yet no words came out. Nodding my head she sighs, "I didn't want to become a vampire, but it was James' idea and I couldn't tell him no. James was all I had, he was my brother although he was crazy I would have done anything for him. And now he's gone."

She looked down for a second or so until she laughed again but this time it was bitter, "I can't even take revenge. I can't avenge my brother and that's driving me insane." she looked at me, her expression showing hurt, pain and guilt. "All I want is to hold my brothers' murderer's heart on the palm of my hand and watch him die, slowly and painfully. I want to make him feel the pain my brother felt. I want to make him shake in fear, I want to make him watch as I murder each and every single family of his so that he'll feel what I felt knowing I couldn't help. I want to make him experience things no soul has ever experience yet I don't because if I do, then I die along with him. Stupid universe can't even give me the only thing I really want."

I couldn't say anything, my body tensed becoming more afraid of her. My lips wouldn't move, they didn't dare to make a sound. My heart beating faster and faster, I was afraid it was going to burst. After a while, her expression changed and now she looked at me a smirk, she got on her knees and slowly crawled her ways towards me. It was painful to watch as she moved like a panther stalking her prey.

Taking her time, she moves her head against the side of my face. I felt her cool breath hit my ear, sending a chill down my back. "I could hear your heart pounding," and just like that my heart picked up its speed. She chuckles then gently caressing my cheek, "do you know what I hate the most about all of this?" She asked as her hands gradually found its place on my chest.

I didn't have the courage to talk yet it didn't matter to her. She continues to toy with me, both fulling knowing that I wasn't going to make it out alive. With her hand still resting on my chest, she sat on my lap and her other hand pulled the back of my head so that we were staring at each other's eyes.

Her eyes weren't the same, instead of the same emotionless eyes I was familiar with, she stared at me with such hateful eyes and had a disgusted look. "I hate that at the end of this all, you get to die while I continue to live," she said before launching her fangs onto my neck.

The pain isn't sharp like needlepoint or a knife, it burns around my internal organs better than boiling water. It's as though my blood has become acid, the intent of destroying me from the inside out. Everything feels scolded and, move or not, I'm in more pain than I could have ever imagined was possible. The pain is increasing in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. Each peak robs my ability to speak, all I can do is writhe, the occasional whimper escaping to echo off my surrounding.

The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. Black filled the edges of my vision and the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat. My breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. Seconds passed she lets go of me and I lay there. I then made the choice to take one last look at the person who caused all of this.

She didn't look sorry, not like a normal person. A normal person would have shown some sort of expression after realizing they took a life. Yet she looked indifferent, numbed to this type of situation. I wanted to laugh, I felt stupid because for a split-second I thought, well more like hoped she would have a different stare.

As I lay there on the cold ground, I knew what followed. I knew this was the end for me. I should feel hatred for the person staring down at me yet I didn't. I didn't feel any anger or resentment but pity. Pity because I will move on to a better place as for her, she'll continue to live with herself. Like she said 'I will die while she lives' something she clearly doesn't want. I wanted to say something to her yet nothing came out, my lips wouldn't open. So I continue to stare at her until my fragile, human heart beat one last time.

The very last thing I heard before everything turned black was the soft apology from my murderer.