Sorry so short y'all. I have the story pretty much outlined (thanks to encouragement from Majestrix), but I'm having trouble writing the actual text. So be patient. I didn't want to post this, but I know how I feel when I'm waiting for new chapters from authors (hint hint to you all. Ya know who you are)
I'm also having a little trouble keeping Victor sadistic, and crazy, and all the other bad things. If you have any suggestions you know what to do... Shove'em up...my mailbox!!! barb876@aol.com
By the way, I'm sure you've noticed by now that I don't do paragraphs, and punctuation very well. Please excuse that. I was going through my boy crazy stage when we were learning about that stuff.

It was one week later and Ororo was still alive. It wasn't meant to be like this.
Victor's intentions on her back in New Jersey had been no different from any other kill he had made. He just hadn't counted on her
being smarter then the average frail.
She had no idea that he was the one who'd crept into her room that night and into her dreams, turning them into nightmares.
Now they were living together.
Victor was usually no procrastinater, but in this case he kept putting off her butchering until the next day.
Ororo was growing on him like a weed. She amused him.
It was fun for him to play pretend with her, to make up answers for the questions she asked him about himself.

It was easy to take over the apartment. He didn't think the landlord cared who lived there as long as the rent was paid.
Ororo took care of that. All the money she pulled in from pick-pocketing he could afford to buy a house.
That's partly why he let her go out. The other reason was because he used the time she spent "out" to fulfill his homicidal urges.
He'd earned a new nickname from the public as they discovered the bodies of his victims.
He was now known as the Slasher.


TBC