As I hid out of the sight of my victim, I wondered to myself, "Why am I doing this?" I held that thought in my head the entire time I was following her. When she got to her apartment I said to myself,
"Alright. Let's go."
With that I hopped in through the open window. Once inside, I hid until she went sleep. After she was asleep, I slipped into her room and uncovered my knife. Then, I very quickly, as not to wake her up, proceeded to slit open her throat. As the blade went through…just the smell of the blood made me think, "That's why I do this." After she was dead, my body was surging with adrenalin. And not to long afterwards, I was leaving the apartment ready for another victim. But, for now, I was calling it a night.
The next day, I was walking around looking for my next victim when suddenly, this girl bumped into me. She was stunning. Her eyes were a bright blue. She wasn't tall, not short, she just wasn't tall. The light of the sun gleamed off of her long, blonde hair. I knew right then she would be my next victim. Then, she turned and in a voice that sounded like that of an angel's said,
"Oh my, God! I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Thank-you though," I said.
Then, she said,
"Let me make it up to you. Do you wanna get coffee sometime? My treat."
"Sure," I said, "Oh! I'm Aden by the way," I said.
"Nice to meet, you. I'm Rose"
Then, she wrote her number down saying that she'd call. I couldn't be happier. This "date" is the perfect opportunity for me to get her comfortable enough that she wouldn't suspect anything.
About three days later, she called. On the "date" everything was going great. Nut at the end I still needed more information. So I said,
"Hey, Rose. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? This time I'd pay."
She, almost without hesitating, said,
"Sure" clearly not knowing what was coming for her soon.
The next night, at dinner, we talked the entire time. The diner was a lovely looking little place. It had dim lighting for romantic effect, classical music playing, candles on each table and a large assortment of wine. The more we talked the more I found out. At the end of the night, I dropped her off at her house. When I walked her up to her door she said,
"I had a really great time tonight, Aden."
"Me too. We should do this again sometime."
"Definitely!" she said.
Then, I leaned in and kissed her good night, to make the illusion complete. Then, she went inside. I was so happy. My plan was working! Except for one flaw…I'm starting to fall in love with Rose…
We "went out" a few more times. She was growing more comfortable around me and my emotions were growing stronger and stronger. Eventually it had been a month and I hadn't killed anyone in that time. I decided right then and there that tonight I was going to finally kill Rose. After our next "date" I dropped her off and the goodbye went on like every other one of our "dates" but, this time, instead of going home I hid and waited for her to go to bed. After she finally fell asleep I snuck into her house. I felt the familiar sensation of the adrenalin surging in my veins. Then, just like with the last victim, I uncovered my knife. The only thoughts going through my head were "Do it! Do it now!" With that I quickly slit her throat and she was dead. I finally did it. But, this time I didn't feel the rush that it usually gave me. It gave me a feeling that I haven't felt in forever. It was sorrow. Before I even realized what was going on I looked at Rose with her goring neck. And realized what I had just done. My eyes started to tear up. I went down on my knees.
"Oh my God…What have I done?..."
After ten minutes I knew what I had to do. I took my knife and thrust it through my heart. Then, I collapsed. Lying down next to Rose. I placed my hand into hers.
"I love you…I'm sorry…" I said with my final breath.