I slammed my car door shut. Shit. That girl had definitely taken me off guard. Why did I tell her my real name? Ugh. I had a license and passport with the name, Tom Jameson for exactly this purpose. Stupid, little mistakes like this are the things that will make people catch on to the whole scheme. Well…when I had put my number into her phone I only put my first name…so I could either tell her Adrian's a nickname or just give her a different last name, since she'd never know the difference (because of course I do not have Facebook or any of that stupid crap). I stopped worrying over it…I doubt she'd pick it up in one night, even if she is way smarter than most of the girls.
Isabelle would be the next girl for sure, but it had taken everything I had to not lure her off to my apartment or a dark corner and do something horrible to her. I think it was the blood that sent me over the edge. Yeah, that was probably it. I shook my head, trying not to think about it dripping slowly, teasingly down her arm. I checked the number in my phone; yeah it was still there, Isabelle Thorpe. This was going to be tough to keep myself under control. I had wanted to so badly to bite her soft lips, and make them bleed. I could hardly freaking control myself at the thought of it. I shivered in delight. This was going to be awfully fun at the same time. I watched her steer her drunken friend toward their car from my spot in the dark parking lot. Her friend was usually the type I went for; they were easy to lure in and to get to trust me. Isabelle wouldn't trust me so easily. Damn. I could barely pull my eyes away from her figure, she was tall and skinny but with great curves. Her face was pretty too, and there was something in her green eyes that made it hard for me to look away. I hoped she'd get home alright. Fuck…what was happening to me? Why would I care if she got into a car accident and was cut into tiny pieces? I'd just find a new victim. But I found I did. I found that I didn't want anything to happen to her (well besides me of course).Strange. I decided I wouldn't stalk her home, the last thing my deranged self needed was to figure out where she lived, I would probably be outside her window each night just watching her….she was just mesmerizing to me. I guess if I was still awake I'd text her and ask if she got home ok, I have to play the nice guy so she won't ever guess what I'm really like before it's too late. Suddenly the thought disturbed me of taking her there to 6 Feet Under. I ignored it and started up my car.
When I finally trudged up the stairs to my apartment it was about midnight. The moon casted an eerie glow over the apartment complex I lived in. I figured Isabelle would be home by now. I couldn't get her out of my head the whole way back, how her hair just barely brushed over her shoulders, those intriguing emerald eyes, and how badly I wanted to make her scream my name….I tried to shake the thought off, no need to get all hyped up just yet. I found myself smiling…yet….it would happen eventually, I would make sure of it. I fished my keys out of my jeans pocket and finally unlocked the door. My apartment was a mess. There was a few piles of pretty much ruined clothes because of their bloodstains littering the living room, dirty dishes were piled in the sink, and I must of left a CD playing because some raucous, metal band's screaming greeted me as I walked in. I shut the door behind me and threw my car keys onto the table not caring if they ruined it. Whatever. I paused and grabbed my phone out of my jacket pocket, and texted Isabelle, hey did you get home safe? It took maybe 5 minutes for her to answer. I happened to be in my room, throwing off all my clothes expect for my boxers, into another pile on the floor, the ringer startling me. I didn't really think she would have answered. She must not have picked up on anything I thought she might of tonight. I sauntered out to the kitchen and snatched my phone off the counter, and headed back for my room shutting off lights as I went and the stereo system. I sat on my bed and then finally read it: Yeah, I did, thanks! How about you? I answered her with a yes and told her I was going to crash even though I'd probably be up all night. I promised to text her soon and then shut my phone off. I laid there in the complete darkness thinking. This was the only time what I've done really haunted my thoughts but tonight instead of thinking about people dying by my hand, I thought only of Isabelle and how it felt to hold her in my arms. With a restless feeling of when I was going to see her again I finally fell asleep.
Audrey haunted my dreams. She stared at me her face fill of hurt, her eyes full of pain. I tried not to look into her eyes for I already knew what I'd see and I couldn't deal with it right now. "Why?" She seemed to ask, "I thought you loved me." I managed to turn away from her, "I don't love anyone." I answered my voice cold. When I glanced up her eyes were glazed in fear and suddenly blood was trailing down the front of her ghostly white figure. Then the dream shifted. There was my father, who I absolutely could never see again in my whole life and be happy, just standing there…staring at me with that grin that he always used to have whenever he got his leather belt out. It wasn't always the belt though; there were knives, scalding water, and all other sorts of horrid shit he used to do stuff to me with. He had to be going slight insane unfortunately for me. He would do it every day even if I didn't do nothing wrong or nothing to upset him. This dream was repeating one of the worst days. I had been sitting in my room doing something, I don't quite remember what anymore, and I think I was about 14 or 15 years old. He had barged into my room, with my mother at his heels shouting at him, begging him not to do it. I, of course had no idea what was going to happen at the time but just knew he had that look on his face and that he was going to do something bad to me. I remember bracing myself as he grabbed my hair and yanked me to my feet and pulled me into the kitchen. That was when I saw the pot of boiling water on the stove. He shoved me into a chair and tied my hands to it with old rope. I watched helpless as he put a metal spoon into the pot and waited for a few minutes, dread crossing over me. I still have scars on my back from where he ran the hot spoon over my back, where it seared the flesh. He just kept laughing like a manic…like he couldn't even hear my screaming. I woke up to find myself shivering, fucking weird dream. I usually never had dreams of those who lives I had taken or my past. It didn't in all honesty bother me to kill really, quite the opposite actually. I seem to have an addiction to the pleasure that races through my veins as I claim a life. And the more they struggle, the more I get out of the kill. Killing someone who doesn't fight back is more like a chore, it bores me in fact. If someone needs to die, you kill them. They were in the wrong place in the wrong time or they had fallen in love with the wrong guy, too bad for them.
Sunlight streamed through the window, I had been too cheap to get curtains (I'm on the 3rd floor so why bother?) blinding me. Suddenly I jerked myself awake. What time was it? Almost noon. I found myself cussing as I got into the shower and got dressed. I wasn't late for work, of course not. My work consisted of getting Isabelle to 6 Feet Under and that was it. 6 Feet Under is not your normal one story haunted house in the middle of a one-street, going to nowhere town, its located in a city. We are so well-known for our scares, and how long the haunted house is, that people from all over the world come to visit us which makes our scheme possible because the few victims are from all over, not just one specific area. My work…is not really to kill anymore; they had promoted me up to one of the few people who lures victims in. Which usually meant me getting involved with a girl for 3 or 6 months, or however long it took for them to trust me, then I would bring them into 6 Feet Under, and in a roundabout way to their deaths. And I need to further my relationship with Isabelle if I wanted it to go anywhere, so I could get her there. I checked my phone, nothing. She really was waiting for me to make the first move then huh? I shot Isabelle a text, asking if she was busy today, then I wandered into the small kitchen to look for some food.
I was halfway through a bowl of cereal when my phone went off. Isabelle had answered me with a no, that she wasn't busy. Great, that would work for me. I debated whether to clean this shithole of an apartment up and invite her here or whether a public place would be more suitable. Hmm….the public place would definitely be safer for her….not that she'd know that though. I thought about for a second and decided it was much safer for Isabelle if I met her somewhere, because I could afford to lose control this early. And I probably would if she was alone in my apartment. Because of course, I am too greedy for my own good and want her all to myself. I will just have to wait a while to have my way I guess. And even if I am too selfish to bother to try to behave myself in public with her around I would just have to deal with it tonight. I could have much more fun here though. I smiled at the thought. Definitely more fun but that would just have to wait.
We settled on meeting at a small coffee shop downtown, on a busy, populated street (great for Isabelle's well-being, bad for mine). I arrived somewhat early, maybe about 10 minutes, and I quickly secured one of the umbrella tables outside and my right to be there by buying expensive bottled water (Jeesh bottled water should not be more than a dollar). Isabelle arrived only a few minutes, I spotted her instantly as she walked toward the coffee shop way before she saw me. She walked with an air of confidence (something I happen to find quite sexy), her mid-calf high boots, thudding against the sidewalk with every step she took. Isabelle looked hot, her expression was a mix of nerves and excitement; it was written all over her face. Her emerald eyes were bright and her lips were a perfect shade of light purple. Her light auburn hair, moved just slightly in the wind. I loved being able to watch her without her knowing. Suddenly my vision clouded over, and now Isabelle was covered in blood, it was even matted in her hair. She looked almost…dead. Her eyes were getting that shattered look that Audrey had after her death. A severe pain in my chest erupted. No…what the hell was happening? I found I got no pleasure from this. Isabelle, near death…it bothered me.
A raucous, obnoxious, tapping snapped me back into the real world. I looked at, Isabelle, she was still pretty far away but she was no longer blood covered, she was ok. I sighed in relief. The annoying tapping on the table returned, diverting my attention away from my Isabelle. I looked up to find a girl, probably college age. She seemed to be the source of the tapping. She stared at me, her expression as annoyed as I felt, her hands in her black apron. I decided to ignore her and see if she'd just go away. Unfortunately she did not. She continued to tap and began to clear her throat. Isabelle was getting closer but not close enough to see me yet. "Yes?" I asked, my voice slightly on the edge of rude, snapping my head up. She rolled her eyes. "Have you purchased anything today sir?" Great, she was trying to get rid of me. "Yes." I snapped, dangling my overpriced water over the table about as arrogantly as I could. She just nodded and disappeared. I shook my head, about time.
I looked up; Isabelle was now close enough to see me. I watched as her eyes searched and she finally found me. Her entire face seemed to light up. As she walked towards me, I stood up. As soon as she reached me, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. Isabelle didn't seem to mind, she just put her arms around my shoulders.. "Hey you." I murmured, pressing my lips against her cheek. Isabelle laughed, it was a light airy sound. "Hey." She answered. I reluctantly unwound my arms from her waist, and motioned for her to sit down. She did almost instantly. "So would you like anything?" I offered. Isabelle seemed to think about it for a minute. "No thanks," She smiled, "I think I'm good." I just nodded, and watched her closely, analyzing every move she made in my head. Like the way she tucked a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear, and how she would glance up and smile every time she realized I was looking directly at her. Finally she looked up and was willing to stare back at me. "What?" She asked, her voice innocent, like she really didn't get why I kept looking at her. I gave her my best sexy smirk. "Cause you look pretty damn hot." As soon as the words left my lips, Isabelle flushed scarlet. Ah…that made her look even more delicious and even more tempting…Damn. I had to shift my position to keep my focus. She laughed again…I had to restrain myself from coming across the table at her. "Well, I could say the same about you," She teased back, leaning over the table.
The rest of the afternoon went smoothly. Isabelle was even more intriguing than I figured. She was definitely way smarter than the other girls I had dated…she was actually extremely intelligent. This was going to be a challenge. I also found I could discuss what was happening in the world and music with her instead of 'oh! That guy in the band is hot so I like them', she liked bands because of their talent, not looks. And she could pick up on when something disturbed me or when I got lost in thought (which it was hard not to with her around, heh). She would question me instead of just letting the conversation drop into silence like most would. Not, that she was uncomfortable with silence just that she found it odd when I stopped talking out of the blue. It was mostly because I lost my focus (I find it better to just shut up when that happened instead of talking so I didn't let anything slip). Her presence was intoxicating to me…I sort of felt like I was getting drunk the longer I spent with her…even though I hadn't had one drink tonight…what the fuck?
It was steadily getting dark as I walked her back towards her car, well jeep; luckily she wasn't parked too far away from my own car. All the better to follow you home in dear Isabelle. Hah. I debated in my mind reasons why to take her back to my apartment and why I should not as we walked. I rested my arm on her shoulders, and in return she wrapped her arm around my waist. I had already decide to just let her go home and maybe just watch her there where she couldn't see me. Creeping, yes I know…but I couldn't let her leave my sight completely just yet. We stopped at her car…and unfortunately I had to let go of her, just for a second though. She paused just to dig her car keys out of her purse and then turned back to me. She had that same sparkle in her eyes as when she first arrived.
"Well…" She paused, clearly a little nervous. "I had a really great time," She murmured, stepping towards me, in a slightly, sexy, promiscuous way (well at least to me…I can dream, dammit!) that she seemed to have. "Oh…now did you?" I teased, getting close as possible to her without touching though, using my height to lean down towards her. She grinned up at me and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight. She steadily got closer, just to be a tease. She now was leaning against me, no space was between us. Isabelle watched my expression closely as she snaked her hand up from my stomach to my shoulder, seeing if she could get to me. I tried to keep my expression smug, but then not getting the exact reaction she sought; Isabelle pressed herself firmly against me, letting me feel every curve of her body. I almost lost control for a moment. I struggled to retain my composure but it was too late, she saw my face slip. Isabelle let out a laugh. "Hah," She gloated in my ear before slipping out of my arms. It took me a second to realize she was gone.
She was walking around her jeep, and was just reaching for the door handle when I snagged her back into my arms, momentarily lifting her off the ground. Isabelle gasped in surprise. Her back was now against my front, my arms around her waist. I whispered in her ear, making sure my breath was blowing directly on her delicate neck. "Did you really think you could get away that easy after what you just did?" I whispered, my voice husky, thickened with lust. I began gently kissing her neck, nipping it at other times. I could feel her shivering under my touch bringing her closer to me. Isabelle tried to speak but couldn't seem to find the words. Thank God for the cover of night…the few people walking by could probably barely see us or if they could…I didn't really give a fuck. Finally I grew tired of my game, and turned Isabelle around to face me. Her cockiness was long gone but she was still confident. She stared right at me now, with a genuine smile. Isabelle leaned up toward me on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips ever so softly against mine, so gentle that I could barely stand it. She turned to pull away, but I grasped her waist tighter. I pulled her back to me, and roughly kissed her. It didn't take much to get her to give in as I continued to bit at her bottom lip. Finally I got to explore her mouth as much as I could. Soon I unfortunately was forced to let go of her. "Goodnight," I said quietly, brushing her hair out of her blushing face. "Night," She answered me back, letting go of my hand as I watched as she got into her jeep. She smiled and waved at me as I watched her start the jeep.
Within seconds of Isabelle pulling out of the parking lot, I was behind the wheel of my car and was starting up the ignition. I pulled onto the road; Isabelle's jeep was still in sight, only a few cars ahead (Yes!). I would definitely have to keep at least four cars behind her, so she wouldn't notice but that would work…long as I didn't lose sight of her. Then was no way I could just go home after that. It took about 15 minutes and then I spotted Isabelle's red jeep (well it actually looked black in the dark) turning onto another paved road. I signaled and followed her, staying pretty far back. I recognized some buildings on the street; it was mostly a residential area that was only a few blocks from downtown. Surprisingly, I watched as she turned into the old hospital's parking lot, well it's an apartment complex now but was an old hospital back in the day I had heard. I don't know how many times I had driven by here and never knew she lived in there. I pulled off early in some little local business's parking lot that was closed, deciding to walk the few hundred feet to the old hospital/ apartment complex (I had also heard it was haunted..heh.)
First I shut my car off and stood by it, watching Isabelle as she walked toward the apartment. As soon as she was in, I made my move so I could see into the front windows. She barely paused as she entered and luckily went past the stairs, not up them. This was definitely working in my favor. Isabelle's room was on the bottom floor. I moved a little closer, finding some brush to hide myself in. It wasn't hard to figure out which window was hers. She would never suspect that I was out here, watching her. As she wandered into her apartment, I watched as she dumped her purse on a table, and draped her sweatshirt over a chair. This must be her living room/kitchen. I could see the counters and a couch. Suddenly she disappeared from my view. Dammit. I stealthily walked a little further in the brush until I could see the next window. Yes! It was her bedroom. I started to get excited at the thought…but then stopped myself. Nothing really was happening yet, she was just doing the normal things I usually did. Isabelle opened multiple drawers; I couldn't quite make out what she grabbed. Hopefully she grabbed something sexy. I was not a fan of old-fashioned night gowns at all…tank tops and panties weren't too bad, I didn't mind those, they were still kind of hot…but nothing was better (haha .Of course it is!). Isabelle disappeared into what I assumed to be her bathroom. She was gone for a quite a while…and in the meantime I had to have something to keep me preoccupied while I waited to see what she would emerge out in. It just was my luck that she hadn't thought to close the curtains as of yet.
My mind kept imagining Isabelle, how it would be to have her in my apartment with the door locked so she couldn't get away…I could bite and play with as much as I pleased then. I was almost giddy at the thought. Somehow (hmm I wonder how?) my thoughts kept getting dirtier and dirtier…I could almost feel myself ripping the clothes off her slender figure and dragging her into my bedroom. Ah… I could almost imagine how she would look with no clothes on…and how it would sound to hear her screaming my name…whether in pain or pleasure…either would do…Fuck. I shook my head to snap myself out of my sick fantasies. God dammit…I really needed to stop fucking doing that. It would happen soon enough. I was almost happily sick with the thought of it. In time…in sweet time.
Isabelle suddenly emerged out of the bathroom about an hour later, in just a bra and to my delight…a lacey black thong…you could tell by the sides of it, just how it rode up high on her hips (Fuck…). She was lucky I hadn't figure she was wearing one of those earlier…or else I would of probably definitely came across that God damn table. Isabelle looked better than I could have ever imagined. I could do without the bra but this worked too. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, some wisps of hair drifted delicately into her face. Soon my attention was pulled away from just her face. Her stomach was flat and had lines going through it, an early sign of abs. I found myself licking my lips as I watched her...then she turned around, giving me a nice view of her ass. I was surprised that I wasn't drooling as I watched her unclasp her bra and let it fall to floor (Jesus! Turn around already!) Then she glanced behind her and seemed to notice that she hadn't closed the curtains. Isabelle suddenly grabbed a blanket, clutching it to her chest (damn…*sigh*) and rushed to close the curtains. That was the end of my peep show.
I headed back to the car, still hyped up over Isabelle, almost breaking out in run. The last thing I needed was to be discovered now. I let out a sigh of relief when I finally reached my car and was securely inside. Unfortunately time to return home…I wondered what sort of dreams I'd get tonight. I found myself smirking at the thought.
Author's Note:
Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of notes (I couldn't figure out how to put them in until now). It's getting hot between Adrian & Isabelle, finally! ;) So keep this teen or mature content? Let me know. Constructive criticism is very welcome and I would love to know what you're thinking. I need at least two reviews on this chapter before I will post the next one so spread the word! ;) Oh! & one last thing…some thanks are in order for vampirelover48 for helping me plan this all out! Thanks for all your help!