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Deans POV.

It's been 2 hours since Calliegh left to go check out the new murders. My nerves were on edge and I was pacing her living room and playing with the ring on my right hand. Sam was still on the couch searching local murders and other stuff that might be clues as to what this thing might be.

"Dude, relax. I'm sure she'll be back soon." he said.

"It just bugs me, man! Usually when something goes down, we're the first people there. Instead, here we are, sitting on our asses, waiting." I said with frustration evident in my voice.

"I know but Calleigh was right. I mean, two criminals walking into a house full of cops isn't really the smartest idea in the world." He said.

"Yeah, I guess." I said as I walked over to her entertainment center. I looked through the glass and scanned her CDs. Aerosmith, Eagles, The Who, Def Leppard, Van Halen, and many, many more. I saw one particular CD and smiled. I opened up the case and pulled out Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-nerd" album. I turned the CD player on and slipped the CD inside. The intro to "I Ain't the One" filled the air and I plopped back down in my chair and gave a sigh of enjoyment. Nothing like a classic rock song to make your troubles go away.

I saw Sam roll his eyes and shake his head. He just didn't enjoy music like I did. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the chair.

My thoughts were immediately drawn to Calleigh. I have to admit, I had been checking her out since we met her but, come on, I am a guy and she is a beautiful woman. But she's more than that, I can tell. We hadn't been talking long in the kitchen, and yet it was long enough to change my thoughts about her. In all my 27 years of life, I had probably only met a few females who listened to classic rock, and most of those females, except for Jo, were old and had grown up listening to that stuff when it first came out.

And I definately never met a woman who had a gun collection, which by the way was very impressive. I would know, considering that I checked it out after she left. She had almost every gun ever known to man, but right in the middle of all the guns, was an empty place. I wondered what I what was for, but there was no way in hell that I was gonna ask her.

Then there was her cooking. I can probably count on one hand how many times that I had a home cooked meal, but out of all of them, her cooking was without a doubt the best. I shouldn't be surprised though, I mean she is from Louisiana. Bobby always said there was no better cooking, then southern cooking.

I jumped when I heard the sound of someone burst through the door. I opened my eyes and saw Calleigh shutting the door and taking of her jacket. She looked flustered and her cheeks were rosey. She looked adorable.

"Who are the victims?" Sam asked leaning forward and putting his laptop on the coffee table.

"Alice and Jeremy Palmer. Newly married couple with squeaky clean backgrounds, exactly like the Walshes." She said taking off her shoes.

"Well at least now we know who it's going after." I said leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.

"Yep. New married couples. Now we jsut need to know why." Sam said with troubled eyes.

"Well, most married couples after the first few months, start to have fights right? So maybe, whatever this thing is, it's feeding off that negativity and then when it gets bored, it gets rid of them." she said sitting on the arm of the couch.

"That sounds like a pretty good theory to me." I said looking at her.

She smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Now, we just got to figure out what's doing it and why." Sam said.

Nobody replied to him. We just sat there as we thought about what was out there, lurking the streets of Miami, just waiting for it's next victims to come along. I just hope that we find this thing fast, before word got out and the entire city of Miami would start to panic. God only knows what would happen next.

Calleighs sweet, southern accent broke the silence. "Well boys, I'm going to bed. The guest bedroom is the last door on the right for whoever wants it." she said as she got up.

"Thank you again, for letting us stay." Sam said as he stood up from the couch. I repeated his action and stood up from the chair.

"It's no problem whatsoever. Just let me know if you guys need anything." She said as she began to move over to the archway of the hallway.

"We will." I replied.

"Night." she said with a smile and then walked down the hallway were we heard her bedroom door shut.

"She's really nice." Sam said.

I smiled and said, "Yeah, she is."

He looked over at me with an odd look in his eyes.

"What?" I asked as I walked over beside the chair and grabbed my duffel bag from the floor.

"We've been with her almost all night, and you haven't hit on her yet?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

I threw the duffel bag over my shoulder as I walked toward the bathroom.

"Dude, the weeks still young." I said with a smile as I walked down the hallway.

The Monster's POV.

The smell of smoke and bad bar food filled my nostrils as I entered this bar called The Boathouse. My eyes, or should I saw Maria Stivers eyes, scanned the room, looking for my next potential playmate. I slowly moved into the bar with a sway in my hips that would make anyone blush. I knew I picked the right body as I saw every man's sight on me as I moved over to the jukebox.

My latest attire was a 24 year old aspiring actress, with long,dark locks of wavy hair and sunkissed skin and deep pools of chocolate brown eyes. I swayed to the beat of some country song on the jukebox. I never did favor music, but I knew that then men loved it when I moved. I

I looked around the room once more, and I stopped when I saw a boy at the counter. He couldn't be no more than 27 with his boyish looks. He had soft, dirty blonde hair and baby blue eyes that stood out against his tan skin. His eyes held sadness in them as I watched him spin his gold ring on the counter top.

I smiled as my brown eyes turned black for only a second. I seductively sauntered over to him. He didn't notice me at first until I spoke to him in my soft, beautiful voice.

"Hey." I said in almost a whisper.

He looked at me and I smiled as his mouth came agape and a look of lust flashed in his eyes.

He swallowed and said, "Hi."

I tilted my head as I said, "What is a guy like you, doing in a rundown bar like this? Shouldn't you be out hitting the clubs or something?"

He paused and said, "I think I should be asking you the same question."

I laughed and said, "You're cute."

He smiled and said, "Thank you, miss?"

"You can call me Maria. And you are?" I said as I stretched my small hand out to him.

"Bryan." He said as he took my hand. He held it for what seemed like forever.

"So Bryan, you never answered my question." I said when I sat down on the stool beside him.

He looked down at his ring and I realized that it was his wedding band. I secretly smiled and said, "Oh. Nevermind. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

He kept looking down as he spoke. "Me and my wife, Sandra, we got into this really big fight and I just really needed a drink." he finished as he looked up at me.

"I understand." I said with a fake tone of sympathy in my voice.

"So why are you here?" He asked.

"Just, waiting around I guess." I said as I scooted closer to him.

"Waiting for what?" he asked while staring at my lips.

I just smiled and leaned forward and captured his lips in mine. He wasn't shocked to say the least. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back, and hard too. He wannted it so badly, and I was gonna give it to him. But not without a price though.

"Bryan?" I whispered on his lips.

"Yes?" He said with his eyes still closed with pleasure.

"Let me take your pain away?" I said with a lustful tone.

He didn't say anything at first but the whispered, "Gladly."

I pulled him to me and kissed him with all my power. He grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me out of the bar. Once outside with pushed me against the brickwall and kissed me for about ten minutes. I pushed him a little from me and said, "Not here. Take me back to your place."

"Absolutely." he said as he pushed me towards his car. As he was speeding down the highway, I thought about what was about to happen next.

We would go back to his place and I would make love to him better than anyone ever had, and without a doubt, his wife would find us. She would be so distraught and she would start to cry like the other one's did. Then, right in front of her eyes, I would slit her deceitful husband's throat. Blood would splatter everywhere as he struggled to breath. She would then begin to scream hysterically and then run away as I came after her. Like the others, she would loose that chase and I would cut her throat right down to the bone. I would walk away with no evidence to prove who did it. Silly cops, they probably think that it was some human commiting this murders. A bunch of dumb asses. Humans should know by now that, when it comes to evil, they should really leave it to the monsters.

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