Reid's POV

I got home from mcDonalds a while ago. I can't stop thinking about Anne. The way she looks, the way she acts, even the way she smells. It's intoxicating, but I'm unsure if that's a good thing or not.

Today she didn't scare me at all. It's as if she was a different person. Or more probably, I've just gotten used to the mystery that is her personality. She's quirky, eccentric and beautiful.

Whatever it was, I do like her, but I'm not going to admit it...not yet, because there's still something about Anne, and before I even consider liking her, I need to know what it is. I guess only time will tell.

Jacob's POV

I'm sitting in my kitchen drinking camomile tea. It's midnight, and I've only just arrived home from work. Camomile tea always helps me sleep. I'm really looking forwards to sleeping in my own bed tonight. I'm finishing off the last of my tea when I hear a light knocking on the door.

I wonder who would be knocking at this time in the morning. I slowly get up from my chair, and make my way to the door. It's times like this I wish I had a peephole. I open the door and...

UnSub's POV

"Step five, complete" I whisper to myself triumphantly, standing over the lifeless body of some man. I don't know who he is, but he's beautiful too.

I tuck the bloody knife back into my waist band and check the time. I have to stick to the plan, if I want control, I have to stay in control.

I leave the building and run roughly three miles away. I check the time again. 8 minutes...I'm getting faster. I start roaming, looking for my type. Brown to dirty blonde hair, at least 5"9, slim, green/blue/grey eyes, and the more they resemble Spencer, the better. I'm not having much look, so I decide to sit near a bust, waiting for the perfect candidate.

I've been waiting around for over twenty minutes, when I see the perfect target.

Xander's POV

I'm walking towards the bus stop in the dark, and I see a girl with black, possibly brown hair, standing maybe 20, 30 metres away from me, and she has a chilling look in her eyes that I can see from where I'm standing.

"Could, could you help me please!?" She begs desperately, and loudly; she sounds like she's about to cry. She lifts her hands up and waves them around to make sure she's got my attention, and I see blood. She's bleeding, she must be hurt.

As much as my guts tell me to walk away, I can't ignore her, so I get my phone out of my pocket in case I need to dial 911. I approach her cautiously, and ask her what she needs help with.

"I, I need help with this." She says, reaching behind her back. She's crying now, and she sounds like she's in pain. I get closer to see what's going on, and she brings her hand back around her body, clutching something. "Your death!" She whispers menacingly, and I feel something in my chest.

I look down, and I see a knife sticking out of my body, near my heart. I'm too shocked to run, and she pushes the knife deeper inside my body, and I feel a disgusting pain. It's in too deep, so deep it doesn't even hurt. I'm losing blood, my hearts pounding, my palms are sweating, my visions blurring, and then...I think I'm dead.