Disclaimer-I only own the plot, Melissa and the killer.

Aggravated he stalked the streets, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched, eyes darting left and right, searching for his next victim. Tired and suffering one hell of a headache, he was in no mood for any games and besides it seemed like a good time to take it up a notch. Eyes widening as he targeted the perfect victim. One that would surely be a challenge, one that would surely put up a fight. Picking up the pace as she stopped at a nearby bus stop, he couldn't confront her head on, he couldn't risk being spotted. So he would just have to sneak up behind her. He could cut through the bar and enter the alley behind her. Hidden in the shadows, she wouldn't see him coming and then boom let the fun begin!

Making sure no one noticed him as he entered the closest bar and quickly made his way to the back. Amazed at how easy that was he quickly turned to where his target stood. His jaw dropped, his eyes wide, she was gone, must've gotten on the bus while he was in the bar. Growling, fists clenched. Then calmed down, no use crying over spilt, there was plenty of fish in the sea, so many to choose from. Who knows he might run into her again. Walking back into the bar and sat down.

The night was young, no need to rush so why not have a few drinks to pass the time.

"What'll it be pal?" the Bartender asked, glancing briefly in his direction as he tended to another customer, who was on the verge of passing out. Eyeing various on the shelves, eyes narrowed. Then pointed to a bottle on the far right, with the label ripped off and looked rather dusty. But he was willing to take a chance. Looking over to where he was pointing, the bartender threw his rag over his shoulder and went over to retrieve the bottle and walked over to him, with a small glass and poured the dark liquid into it. Eyeing it for a few seconds and downed it with a big gulp.

Grimacing as the Bartender laughed. "What's the matter kid, too strong for you?" he said. Glaring at him, he slammed the glass down and snarled, "Shut up and pour me another one." Becoming serious the Bartender nodded and did as he was told. This time he merely stared at it. A thought came to mind, why was he just sitting here doing nothing? He had a perfect target back at Balamb Garden! The friend of one of the victims. Grinning he nearly laughed out loud but decided to just to drink up and pay for the damn drinks.

Not seeing the odd look he received from the Bartender. A cool breeze brushed past his face as he opened the door and stepped out, and stood at the bus stop the woman had been standing at. Sneering well this was an absolute waste of time, WHY didn't he think of this sooner? Well no use kicking himself in the ass over it, wasn't like he was going to kill tonight. Yes blood would be spilt. His eyes slid closed as he pictured that crimson liquid dribbling between his fingers, the smell of it, and the taste of it. The pure warmth of it brought such joy to him; he didn't think he could live without it.

Opening his eyes, he looked left and right and growled impatient. The bus should've been here by now, what was taking it so long? Clenching his fist he continued to wait. By the time the bus did get here she would probably be asleep by now.

Once again another look from the killers' point of view. Hope you like it so far. And sorry I didn't put this sooner but sorry for the delay but it was my B-day on April 22 I turned 20 and got distracted but all in all I apologize.