Love kills

22nd October

Tomorrow is going to be an important day for me. Well, not only me but Donna as well. Tomorrow is the day that I'm going to be with Donna forever. It will be just me and her, just like I promised.

You see I've made a plan. Well, I wouldn't quite call it a plan, more of an idea. The idea is that I'm going to kill Donna's family. Why you ask? So that we can be together. Isn't it obvious? Her family's holding her back and keeping her away from me. Without her family Donna will realise that the love they felt for her was nothing compared to the love that I feel for her. No one will ever love Donna as much as I love her. No one. Through realising this Donna will find out that she'll have to be with me and then she'll realise that she loves me.

23rd October

I sat in my car outside Donna's house, waiting. I wanted to check that everybody was in.

My eyes scanned the driveway and I saw that there was a car parked there, meaning that at least one person was definitely at home. However I didn't know whether it meant everyone was there. For all I knew her father could be somewhere else. Because of this fact, I waited for a few minutes and stared up at the house.

After a while I saw Donna's mother pass by the window upstairs, followed by her father who was going in the opposite direction.

I took this as confirmation that everybody was home and stepped out of the comforting warmth of my car. The cold air meant that I could see my breath escalate out my mouth and I watched it spiral up into the black sky, until it eventually disappeared from sight.

I took another deep breath before I walked confidently up the driveway and towards the house. Without hesitation I rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open. Whilst I waited I reached into my pocket and took out a large kitchen knife, holding it tightly in my hands.

Eventually the door opened up, revealing Donna's father standing in the doorway. He gasped and took a step backwards as he saw me.

"Hello," I said quietly before running forwards and moving the knife towards his chest. He moved his hands upwards, trying to stop the knife from killing him in one go. Therefore instead of stabbing him in the chest I ended up leaving a large cut on his hand.

At that moment I was going too fast towards him to stop so I crashed into him and we both went hurtling forwards before falling to the floor. Once again I tried to stab him but he rolled over and managed to stand up.

I stood up as well and faced him. His back was towards the sofa and I knew that this was the perfect opportunity. Running towards him for the second time I launched myself at him, this time with the intention of going for his neck. As we both toppled over the seat, I slashed at his neck with one swift movement causing blood to gush from his throat.

For a while I lay on the floor with Donna's dad, watching as the blood poured from his neck. Eventually I watched as his body went limp and his eyes became lifeless. He was dead.

By this point I was breathing hard and was wondering why nobody had come downstairs to see what all the commotion was about. I noticed that the television was on but it wasn't loud enough to cover up all the sound that we'd been making, even if it was on the rugby channel.

Before I stood up I paused to wipe the bloodied knife on Donna's father's shirt. Once satisfied that it was clean I walked towards the stairs.

However before I could get there I noticed several pictures of Donna on a shelf. I smiled at them and picked one of them up. She had such a beautiful smile. I'd missed her so much. With a small sigh I put down the picture and made my way stealthily up the stairs. I had a job to do.

From two sides of the upstairs hallway I could hear different sounds. From one side there came the sound of a television playing but from the other side came the sound of classical musical. This was obviously why they hadn't heard anything that had happened downstairs. Before I could make the decision on where to go first I saw that the door to the room in front of me was open. This had to be Donna's room. I walked forwards and stuck my head cautiously inside, my breath coming out of me in a big sigh as I realised that Donna wasn't there. Where the hell was she? I decided to not dwell on this, instead choosing to take this opportunity to have a brief look around Donna's room.

Slowly I looked around, trying to soak up as much of the room as possible. The walls were a light blue, whilst the carpet was cream coloured. She had a large, double bed with blue and white striped covers. Also in the room was a white wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. Everything else in the room was personal items that belonged to Donna such as jewellery and pictures of her friends and family.

As I looked around the place where Donna spent most of her life when she was at home, I couldn't help but feel even closer to her.

It'd been over two weeks since I'd last seen her and already I missed her like crazy. My life had been so depressing and lacklustre without being able to see her.

Walking over to her drawer, I was about to open it when I heard the sound of somebody talking.

Cautiously I went back over to the door and looked down the corridor. I saw Donna's little brother lying on his bed, watching some kind of film on the television. Obviously he was talking to himself. I decided that I better not waste any more time, so I held the knife even more tightly in my hand and walked slowly over to the boy's bedroom.

Once I was inside I tapped the boy on his shoulder and watched the fear fill his eyes as he looked up at me. He wasn't scared for how long however. Within a few seconds I had slit his throat with one easy slash to the neck. It was strange how he died even quicker then his father.

A quiet, yet audible gasp of terror came from behind me and I turned quickly, seeing Donna's mother standing in the hallway. I hadn't noticed that the classical music had stopped.

"Hello," I said, repeating what I'd first said to her husband.

"My son," she sobbed, fear making her voice shake. "What have you done to my son?" All of a sudden her feet collapsed from underneath her and she fell to the floor.

I took this as my opportunity to move towards her. Harshly I grabbed onto her hair, dragging her towards her bedroom. She was screaming but I didn't care. Nobody would hear it, not in a house where everybody was dead.

Once in her bedroom I slammed the door behind me and threw her onto her bed. She'd stopped screaming by this point but she was still crying, her eyes fixed to the knife that I held in my hand. She must have realised that it was covered in her son's blood.

"Where's Donna?" I asked her, waving the knife slightly in the air. Her eyes watched my every movement but she didn't answer me.

"Where is she?" I shouted, advancing towards her. Just as I was in front of her, she suddenly jumped upwards and pushed me, causing me to stumble. She then ran towards the door and opened it up before running out into the corridor. I ran quickly after her, just in time to see her run into Donna's room and slam the door behind her.

Luckily she wasn't so strong, so with a couple of kicks to the door I managed to get into the room. She stumbled and fell to the floor from the force. I leant down and grabbed her roughly by the throat. I'd had enough of this.

"She belongs to me," I said, staring at her tear stained face. "Where is she?" She didn't say anything. "I know you know! You're her mother. Now, tell me where she is."

Her eyes glazed over for a second and she stared off into space. "She's at a sleepover," she eventually replied, her eyes coming back to focus on mine. She must've seen something in my eyes because she spoke again. "Please, don't," she begged, but I'd had enough.

I moved the knife forwards and stabbed her repeatedly in the chest until I was certain that she was dead. Blood was pouring from the wounds on her body and I quickly moved away, not wanting to get even more blood on my clothes.

Standing up I took one last look around the room before running back downstairs. What was I meant to do now? If Donna's mother had indeed been correct about Donna being at a sleepover then how he was meant to find her? She could be anywhere.

I sighed and sat down on the sofa, kicking Donna's father out of the way so I could rest my feet on the floor. My head was pounding and the strong, coppery smell of blood was starting to make me feel slightly sick. I rested my head in my hands as I contemplated what I was to do.

This hadn't worked out the way I had wanted it too. In fact it was a complete shambles. I'd expected Donna to be at home so that I could take her away. However, with her being at a sleepover I would be forced to wait until she came back. Looking around I realised that it would mean I'd be staying overnight in a house with three dead people.

However as I sat there with my head in my hands I heard the faint sound of sirens in the distance. They were getting louder and louder with each passing second.

I stood up quickly and was about to walk over to the door when I saw someone run past me. They were in such a rush that they didn't see me as I was partially covered by the wall. As I got a brief look at the face of the person I swear that for a moment my heart stopped. It was Donna.

Quickly regaining my senses I ran out of the door after her, slamming the door behind me. "Donna!" I cried, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around to face me.

She screamed at my touch but her scream grew even louder when she saw my face.

"Shh," I whispered harshly to her. I didn't want the neighbours to hear her and think that something was wrong. Then I realised that something was wrong. For a brief moment I'd forgotten that I'd killed her family.

"Oh Donna," I whispered, more kindly this time. "I'm so sorry, but it had to be done." She struggled in my arms but I simply held her tightly against me.

"Why did you kill them?" she sobbed, pressing her hands against my chest in an attempt to move away from me.

"I love you Donna. I wanted us to be together. In time you'll learn to love me, I know you will."

She started to scream at me once again. "I don't love you. I love my family and you killed them!"

I was about to speak when once again I heard the sirens. However they were much louder this time. "We have to leave Donna."

"No!" she screamed, pummelling my chest with her hands. It made no difference to me and I could barely feel it. Instead I ignored her and grabbed her roughly by the arm before pulling her down the driveway and towards my car. Before we could get there a police car appeared at the end of the road, its sirens blazing. As I looked towards the end of the road I saw another police car appear.

I cursed under my breath. "Did you call the police?" I asked her.

She shook her head but I wasn't sure that I believed her.

As I reached into my pocket to retrieve my knife I found that it wasn't there. I cursed again as I realised I'd left it inside the house. "Come on!" I shouted at her, dragging her back towards the house. However as I tried to open the door I found that it was locked. "Where's the key?" I asked Donna desperately.

"I don't know," she replied hesitantly.

"Where is it?" I shouted at her, shaking her roughly.

"I don't know," she replied again, tears coming to her eyes.

"Damn! What the hell are we meant to do now?" I hissed angrily, more to myself then to Donna.

"Sir, let go of the girl."

I turned sharply towards the voice. Two police officers were standing in the driveway, pointing guns at me.

I ignored them and didn't let go of her. "Just leave us okay. Nothing's happening here."

The police officer spoke again. "Just let go of her, okay. Nobody has to get hurt."

"No one's going to get hurt. Just leave us alone."

"You're Richard Fenton right?" The other police officer asked, looking suspiciously at me.

I didn't answer him but he must've taken this as confirmation as they started to walk towards us.

"You're breaking the terms of your order Mr Fenton."

Desperately I grabbed onto Donna to try and stop the Police officers from advancing forwards.

It didn't work however and they both grabbed me and started to pull me away from Donna. "Stop it!" I shouted, as they pushed me to the ground. "Donna!"

The police officers were saying something to me but all I could hear were Donna's sobs. Whilst I was on the floor my arms were forced behind my back and handcuffs were placed over my wrists.

I started shouting louder as they pulled me up and started to drag me over to the police car. "Donna!" I shouted. "Don't let them do this. Don't let them take me away from you. I love you!"

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes blank and emotionless, but then she turned away from me and walked back towards the house.

In that brief moment I felt my chest constrict in pain. How could she just turn away from me? I loved her.

As I was pushed into the back of the police car I continued to stare at Donna as she talked to another police officer. She was so beautiful that she took my breath away but she didn't seem to realise this. Maybe she was simply ignorant. Either way I knew that I wouldn't be seeing Donna for a long time. Once the police officers realised what was inside the house then I'd be locked up. However I didn't care. The reason being that I knew I'd be able to escape. I was desperate to be with Donna and nothing could stop me.

At that moment Donna looked over at me and I smiled, showing my teeth. I watched as she frowned before I clearly mouthed six words at her, causing her to shiver. "I'll be seeing you soon Donna."

The door to the police car was closed and the police officer got in the front, starting the car up. I stared and smiled at Donna until the car disappeared round the corner and I could see her beautiful face no longer.

My smile didn't falter once, not even when I was arrested for killing Donna's family.

You see, I love Donna no matter what, so to me it made no difference that I was away from her for a while. After all it wouldn't be long till we'd be reunited. What's that saying that people have? Oh, I remember. Third time's the charm, right Donna?

A/N: Okay, so here it is. Richard's view on what happened when he killed Donna's family. Thanks to Witch Isit for asking me to write this. Also thanks to Witch Isit for the second review :) Gee, I do love reviews ;)