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As expected I am sure, this chapter gets us back to the UNSUB.

Nope... Still own nothing

He sat staring blankly into his empty computer screen, trying to figure out why the void was back so soon... The control he had always so strictly exercised, was quickly slipping. "Why was it becoming so difficult?" He was very aware of the risks, but it seemed so insignificant now.

Absentmindedly he sat at his desk, running his fingers back and forth over the pictured face, safely secured inside the sterling silver frame. The woman in the photo was exquisite in all aspects of the word. Her lips were turned up in an angelic smile, silky red hair fell over her shoulders, and she had the purest blue eyes, comparable only to the sky. All of these things created the masterpiece of his greatest dreams, and his most painful nightmares.

Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he dropped his hand onto the desk as if he had been burned. All he could do was shake his head, feeling complete disgust with his own weakness.

Even before he felt it, he knew... It was an unavoidable burn that started deep within his gut, and brought to life a fire that would consume him. There was a pure sense of torture to it all. An overwhelming drive, an addiction no drug on earth could induce. It was true, he craved the violence, but the power and control were the true driving force.

He allowed his memories to wash over him, after all, he deserved the reverie. The flashes sent jolts of lightning throughout his entire being. It was as if he was coming to life. In that moment he knew, this was what he was born to do. There was no turning back now, his fate had been sealed.

A grin slowly spread across his handsome features. There was no kindness behind it. It was a smug smirk, lacking warmth and, completely void of any emotion. The facade was nothing more than a pretty mask to disguise the soulless monster within.

What Sarah had given him would carry him, should carry him for months. She had been so much of his existence for the last several weeks, he now felt plagued with time. Too much time, to be exact.

His mind began turning it's wheels, and the decision was an obvious one. He had to find another, "but, who?" Making the choice before was comparable to natural selection. "Should I now actively search, or continue allowing them to find me?" This was perplexing, the women found him, not the other way around. Each one destined to be his, and selected by fate. "Could hunting be just as gratifying?"

Stiffly he stretched out of his chair to retrieve a beer. The tiny one bedroom apartment was little more than four walls painted in pale yellow, with dark wood trim. The decaying tan carpet, no doubt a fossil from the 1970's. There was a kitchenette tucked into one corner of the room. Sparsely furnished, there was little else besides a small bed, recliner, television set, and of course his desk. It paled in comparison to his once luxurious home. "Like any of that mattered anymore, anyway..."

Upon inspection of the contents in his tiny refrigerator, he was immediately annoyed. Clearly he needed to make a quick run to the market. There was no beer, and no food, "dammit."

Quickly grabbing the long sleeve sweater, he tossed it over his head. Then he snagged his jacket from the chair as he rushed out the door. As he descended the stairs he thought to himself, "at least I have something to occupy some time. Besides tonight would be a great night for a walk. It will help alleviate some of this nervous energy."

Rushing down the sidewalk he was making quick work of the two mile stretch. It was November, and the early evening air was quickly becoming unpleasant. He bent lower into his jacket to help ward off some of the chill.

To his annoyance, there were people from every walk of life, hurrying to get to whatever destination they sought. This in of itself would not normally bother him, but, "why the hell did everyone look so damn happy?" Of course, "the holidays are coming and suddenly cheer is being spread far and wide." His anger was an issue, or so he was told. It did not faze him anymore, because it was a part of who he was. If anyone had an issue with it, they could fuck off.

Finally arriving at Tony's Grocery, he pushed through the door, welcoming the warmth from the frigid weather outside. He immediately saw Ann standing at the front. Ann was married to Tony, the owner. She hurried over to welcome him, offering a cart for his shopping, and a warm smile.

Despite his tendency of general disdain toward humanity, he was surprisingly rather fond of the older couple. She was stunning, even though well into her sixties, and Tony was a handsome man, clearly of Italian descent.

After thanking her, he made a beeline for the beer cooler. Picking up his favorite brew, he opted for the twelve pack instead of six. He had a very distinct feeling six would go far too quickly in his current state of mind. Wandering through the store he began grabbing his few needed essentials. It mainly consisted of sandwiches, cereal, and coffee. There was little else he had eaten lately, and the truth of it was, he couldn't care less about food.

Suddenly he became aware of a middle aged blonde female staring at him from across the aisle. Today was not the day. He knew at 45 he was good looking, and could pass for 35 easily. At six-two he had an athletes build, and thick brown hair, that was all his own. Despite the few streaks of gray, and small laugh lines around his eyes, there was no way to guess his true age. It was common for women to notice him, but he rarely had interest. Today was clearly no different.

Wanting to avoid having to reject her in an awkward conversation, he quickly turned his back and walked away. The woman noticed his lack of interest immediately, and hurriedly went about her business. She flushed red from embarrassment, at her own misinterpretation of his stare.

He needed to go right now. All he wanted at that moment was to be at home. It may be nothing more than a box, but it was HIS box.

Finally making his way to the front, he took his spot in a thankfully short line of about three people. Tony's was a dated landmark. Locals loved the friendly couple, so standing in line for 20 minutes was commonplace.

While Ann rang up his menial purchases she was chattering on, he hardly noticed. He anxiously pulled out the two twenty dollar bills, and handed them over the counter.

Ann noticed he was more sullen than usual, and decided not to interfere. She liked him, but there was something so profoundly odd about the man. She could never place exactly what it was that bothered her so. Then again who was she to judge, "I am sure people find me odd as well."

As he was gathering his bags to leave, he became aware of a very feminine, very unfamiliar voice. The woman was advising Ann she was almost done stocking the back. Once she walked through the doorway his breath was immediately taken. His heart was beating double time in an instant, and that same familiar blood rush, found its familiar path throughout his entire body. Every sense was heightened tenfold, his nerve endings were dancing. It was a ferocious instinct to consume, and control.

Ann called the girl over for an introduction. He heard her say, "this is Tracy Welch, she will be working part time with us at night. Her parents were our neighbors, and now she's decided to relocate permanently to Virginia from Arizona."

The joy he felt was instantaneous. Just like that, the day had taken an unexpected turn for the better. All of his want reeking havoc on his mind. The sight of those gorgeous blue eyes, lush red lips, and brilliant red wavy hair was enough to set him on fire. Quickly regaining his bearings he politely extended his hand returning her friendly smile. "It is very nice to meet you."

Once outside in the freezing air, he felt the relief. The cold air cooling down his scorching body. Luckily his jacket was long enough to cover the prominent bulge in the front of his pants.

Sarah had been amazing, but Tracy had it all. Her curvaceous body brought back nagging memories of the one he tried so desperately to exile from his mind. She was perfect, but more importantly, "she was his."

All he could do at that moment was send a silent prayer thanking fate for another perfect gift, even if it was sooner than his liking. It was his mission, and he would follow through with what he knew was their destiny.

On his way back to his apartment the frigid air no longer fazed him. He was too delighted, and ecstatic to notice. There was only one thing occupying his mind, as his heart pumped ferociously in his chest. It could be summed up in one word, "Tracy."

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