Oct 31

12:44 am

Edward had follwed the girl. She was dressed in a slutty bunny outfit. He had not known why he chose her. Was it the way she laughed as she was flirting with men? The way her eyes took in each man as she assessed them. He could literally smell the pheromones. It made his stomach twist in disgust. He hated woman like that. Was that why had had chosen her?

From an early age, Edward had felt this weird feeling for woman. His mother was a big boned woman with a ready hand. She had struck him many times when he was younger. She was a Catholic raised woman. She believed in paying for your sins. It was comical that the bitch had paid for hers in the only way he knew how, with blood.

It had started with the beatings. Every time she hit him, his own mother, it had lodged dark thoughts into his head. What gave her the right to hit him? Was she somehow above him? Did she have the power to hurt, to control? Why was she allowed to beat him until bruises formed or until the blood flowed. Was his mother better than he was?

Edward did not believe that. Mothers were supposed to love their children. Where was the love for him? Why was he not loved? Was he incapable of invoking that feeling? He had to be. Soon Edward didn't need love and didn't feel love. He had no love for anyone. Especially these vile woman who threw away their virtue for sleazy men who could care less about them. It reminded him of his mother.

His mother used to be pretty. She used to be married that was until she cheated, hence Edward was born. Edward did not know who his father was. He did not care. His mother had taken it out all on him. She blamed him for the pregnancy, as if it was his fault. He tried to love her. He tried to hold her as she hit him. He tried to forgive her as she hurt him. When was enough, enough?

What was the purpose of life unless you were him? Edward was above the law. He was above societies rules and expectations. Edward did not need family, he did not need feelings. Feelings were nothing but useless. He could live without them. That was why he felt no pity as he watched his girl. Her skinny arms pressing into any man who would pay attention. It was sickening to watch.

The bunny did not notice his approach. The bar was packed full with drunken bodies. Nobody would notice her absence. He came up behind her and inhaled. He could smell the cheap perfume that reeked from her body. He had to force the revulsion he felt. He placed a hand on her back. She felt the warmth and turned around. Her blonde hair whipped around as her blue eyes found his.

"Oh, hey!" she said seductively.

He knew what she wanted.

"Can i buy you a drink?"

The room was dark and cold. The walls sound proofed and made of steel. No one ever escaped this place. He slid the knife along the sharpener. The girl who's name was Lisa was still passed out. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her skimpy outfit barely covered anything. It had not been hard getting her to leave with him. All it ever took was a nice personality and a money clip full of money. They were all looking for an easy way. He despised them all.

He slid the scalpel out of its sheathe and looked it over. He would need to replace this one, it was getting dull. He did not like dull knives and other cutting tools. They made the job so much messier. Edward did not like mess. He liked all his blades in a neat little row. His thoughts kept returning to his little scene that he had made a few days earlier. It was always amusing to see the police baffled on live tv. They had been on the news begging for any information. Too bad there would not be any. He had made sure that nothing was left behind.

He heard the girl moan. He did not look up from his sharpening. He needed them to be ready. The girl was crying out trying to get out of the binding. He did not pay attention in the slightest. She tried to get to her feet but couldn't. He had taken care of that. One little snick and her achilles tendon was severed. She would not be walking or running anytime soon. She started to cry as she realized that she was going no where. Edward was prepared for it all. Nobody was escaping, the hunter was on the prowl.

He knew what came next, the begging. God how he hated the begging. I have a family. Please i have children. He hated when the cried. Didn't they know? Couldn't they see? His green eyes should show them all they needed to know. No begging, no crying could save them. They were his now and the would be forever his. Did they see the demon lurking behind his eyes? He believed that some did, in the very last moment. Humans were pathetic creatures. They believed in the stupid think called hope. Didn't they realize that there was no hope here?

He put down the scalpel and walked over to her. He had already forgotten her name. What did that detail even matter?

"Please don't. Please let me go, i won't say anything i swear!" she pleaded. Snot was running out of her nose. Her makeup was running off. She was less attractive now than she had been before.

"Of course you won't. You wont be saying much ever again. We shall see how far you can be pushed before you finally understand."

"U-understand wh-what." she stammered.

"That you are already dead."

Authors note: This is done in shorter paragraphs to show the time jumps properly. Some will be longer than others. Thanks for reading and more to come as i type it out.