By august, I had discovered more about her. For example, she was terrified of clowns. It was odd, but now I knew who else to kill. She loved strawberry ice cream. She got it every Friday after her last college class, right before she headed off to her 6:00pm meditation class that she instructed. Her favorite number is 372. I'm still not sure why she and her friend where talking about it, but I wasn't going to question it, it allowed me to learn more about her.
I hadn't approached her after I had dinner with her in June, I was to nervous to. What if she discovered me? What if she became scared of me? My thoughts and fears still made me scowl, even as I was slowly accepting them. I was a killer, a grown man. Why was I still acting like a teenage boy asking out his first crush?
I sighed as I continued following her. It was currently a Friday night, meaning she had finished her meditation class and the piano lesson she gave a boy across town, by the name of Willie Anderson. I was still trying to figure out why she trusted me, a stranger. She certainly was an odd one. So naïve, so innocent. No wonder I was so drawn to her, she was the complete opposite of me.
I stopped and watched her walk through her front door before I walked around her house to stand by the small tree outside her bedroom window. I couldn't help but thank the small coincidences, like perfectly placed trees. She was already dressed for bed by the time I got there though. She stopped for a moment and ran to the sitting room before heading back into her room, glass in hand.
Every night was the same routine. She got dressed for bed before going into her kitchen. She would pull down the same large, light blue cup every night, which she placed on the middle shelf by the fridge. After filling it nearly to the brim, she would place three ice cubes in it and head back to her room. It was so odd, the one thing that never changed. Her music lessons were always changing kids, her classes were always changing people, and her college friends were always changing, daily. Why was it this one thing that she never changed?
I shook my thoughts from my head as I realized she was completely asleep. Walking closer to her window, I could see her head tilted to me, her mouth slightly open. I couldn't hear it, but I knew that her breathes came out nearly silent. Yet, she was a heavy sleeper, always grumpy in the mornings.
I sighed and turned from her window, leaving her home. I knew when she awoke, I would be back before her eyes were even opened - which wouldn't be until around noon since tomorrow was Saturday. But for now, while she slept, it was time for me to research. I must find where she is. After that, maybe then I would be able to pursue this odd young woman, Luka.
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I got back just in time to watch her wake. She started first with stretching, her arms raised above her head and her fingers and toes spread wide. Her mouth opened to take in a big yawn and slowly, she curled back under the blankets in a ball. She smiled slightly as she lazily blinked her eyes open and looked around her messy room.
I smiled, only slightly, behind my mask. She was adorable. Odd, different, bizarre, but I can't help but like her.
I waited for her to finish dressing, black skin tight jeans and a long red shirt that reached mid thigh, before following her down the street. She was off to meet her friend, a boy by the name of Josh Foster.
He was a tall black boy with long hair in skinny braids that he tied in a loose ponytail that reached his waist. He was the most laid back of her friends in personality, yet the most wild in things he was willing to try. I didn't like him, he wasn't good enough for Luka. He didn't deserve to be around her.
I glared at the boy as she greeted him with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Although he didn't seem interested in her any more than a friend, I didn't trust him. I stopped my thoughts of his death as they began speaking.
"Well, come on, Luka. Best be going now, it'll take us a while to get to Atlanta." She nodded.
"Sure, we have to go back to my house though, I forgot my stuff." He nodded, and with a hand on her lower back, lead her to his car. I glared at the appendage, contemplating how I wanted to cut it off his body: with a knife or with my bare hands?
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A/N: Ok, a friend of mine from school actually wrote this chapter. He wanted to try his hand at writing a fanfic, he's never done so before. So, if everyone could give him some feedback, that would be great. And you guys know the rule, as long as I get one review for this chapter I'll update(feedback on my friends writing also counts as reviews people!)
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