Chapter 14:

Tiffany woke up breathless and shaking with fear, she clenced her teeth and rolled her hands into fists, before wondering if she'd always suffer from those horrendous nightmares. As she wiped away the salty tears, she smiled slightly when she felt his hand reassuringly stroke her back. "What's up, Tiff" he yawned as he rubbed his eyes

"They'll never leave me alone, never let me be happy" sadly replied Tiffany before lying down and resting her head against Charles' chest

"Tiffany, forget about them...I know it's hard, but you've got to try. Think about us, me and you" suggested Charles as he tangled his fingers in her blonde hair

"I love you, Charles" sighed Tiffany as she rushed her fingers through the hairs on his chest

"Tiff, I love you" replied Charles with a glistening smile, before throwing the bed sheets of him and insisting "I've got to get to work, we've left traces of us all around this place"

"So, what are you gonna do" asked Tiffany as she looked up into his magnificent eyes

"Set this place on fire" answered Charles before he climbed of the bed, then continued "Get a shower, keep your clothes off, they're covered in blood. If you want to wear clothes, find something clean around here"

"Okay, sweetie" Tiffany responded with a happy smile, before blowing a kiss to Charles as he walked out of the bedroom. Falling back onto the bed when she stood up, Tiffany giggled girlishly, she was delighted and was overwhelmed with excitement. She felt great as she strutted into the bathroom which was joined onto the bedroom, before diving into a nice warm shower as Charles got to work down stairs. Placing the revolver, shot-gun and knife into the bag filled with the money, Charles placed it by the door, ready for when they flee the mansion. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, he then grabbed Elena's body by her wrists and dragged her down the hallway and into the livingroom. "Fuck, Tiff done some work on you" he chuckled as he admired his girlfriends knife work.

Cracking his knuckles, he then returned to the kitchen were he collected all the alcohol he could find, before pouring its contents into an empty bucket he had found. As he carried the bucket into the livingroom, Tiffany walked down the stairs wearing a beautiful gown she'd found. "that was so relaxing" she sighed

"That's fucking good" he sarcastically snarled

"What's wrong with you" snapped Tiffany

"Never-fucking-mind" growled Charles before lashing the alcohol over the two bodies. Tiffany walked towards him then stood behind him, he turned his head and looked at her with a smile "watch this" before he lit a matchstick and tossed it onto the corpses. The vicious killers psychotically cackled as the bodies became engulfed by dancing flames. "It's so pretty" giggled Tiffany as she pecked Charles on the cheek

"Let's get the fuck out of here" grunted Charles before grabbing Tiffany's hand and heading towards the front door. Picking up the bag filled with weapons and money, Charles and Tiffany hurried down the front lawn, then they both climbed over the unique fence. "Get in the car" demanded Charles before adding "am driving". Charles swung open his door and Tiffany climbed through into the passengers seat, Charles tossed the bag onto her lap then dived in. After switching on the ignition, they sped off into the darkness, with the windows rolled down and the wind blowing through their hair, they laughed madly and kissed eachother passionately. Not a hint of remorse.

...One Week Later...

Clairemont, San Diego

The golden sand was gleaming as the sun shined brightly over Clairemont Community Beach. Crowds of children played cheerfully around the glistening blue sea, as surfers began to carefully venture into the waves. Loving families gathered around sand castles, and smoothed out their beach towels, as they laid out there picnics, as clans of young, teenagers began swarming the hot beach. Groups of young women wearing revealing swimsuits sat relaxing on there sun loungers, as the young men pranced about childishly in the sea.

Resting calmly on the sun lounger, Tiffany put down her magazine with a sigh then glanced at Charles affectionately as he peacefully strolled across the beach. He looked adorable wearing his jungle bucket hat and mossgreen t-shirt, with his hands tucked inside the pockets of his light green shorts. Pushing her Gucci sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose with one jet-black coloured fingernail, she smiled happily as she watched a mother caringly hug her crying child. Even though she desperately craved a life of adventure and thrills, she also wanted what she believed every other girl wanted; a happy marriage and a happy family. But she had concluded that the two wouldn't mix well together, that she would have to pick one or the other.

Slowly walking down the beach, Charles glanced at his beautiful girlfriend who was now flicking through a fashion magazine, she had an amazing curvacious body and he smiled as he scanned her curvacious body. Taking his sunglasses from his pocket, he carefully put them on before deciding to carry on strolling up the beach. With a mischievous grin wiped across his face, as he gazed at a group of youthful, pretty women who were sunbathing. Secretly watching them through his dark sunglasses, he watched them laugh and giggle as they chatted and relaxed on their smoothed out towls. Rushing back to Tiffany, he lied beside her on the lounger and whispered "c'mere Tiff" before he pulled her towards him and kissed her. Cradling his girlfriend in his arms, Charles couldn't help but keep glancing at the group of girls and their perfect perky breasts.

"If you could have anything...anything in the world, what would it be" questioned Charles with a grin. Tiffany sat silently for a few minutes before loking at Charles and answering sweetly "I'd be you, forever". She waited a few minutes, before repeating the question to Charles. He thought to himself for a few quick minutes, even though he knew his answer, then replied "I'd like two things". Tiffany smiled proudly as she thought to herself I know, he'll say me then she questioned "what's the two things". Charles slid his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer, "you forever" he whispered as he pecked her neck with a kiss

"What's the other"

"one of them" sinisterly smiled Charles as he nodded towards the group of girls

"Maybe, if you're good...Santa, will bring you one" giggled Tiffany as she slid from Charles' hug and picked up her magazine. Charles grunted with frustration, before leaping back up and strolling off towards the sea.

The two had arrived in San Diego the day after the murders, Charles had insisted they not go back to their apartment, instead they decided to move somewhere else. Charles explained to Tiffany that it'd be for a few weeks max, only until the police investigation died down. For now, they planned on having fun with the money while they lived in room 112, at The Beaches Motel. Vera and Elena's murders had been reported by every media station in California, but no one expected Charles and Tiffany, people were searching instead for two men who where supposedly black. They believed, they had gotten away with murder.

Chapter 14 finished

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