It’s going down, Jacob.Newest installment. Enjoy.
It’s been too long since blood has coated my skin. Since I watched the light drain from the eyes of a victim.
I’ve been so engrossed in my Angel I’ve put my urges to the side, just soaking up as much of her as I can. Most of the time she knows I’m there, but I still lurk in the shadows. I just can’t help myself.
My mother has called a few times to discuss my abrupt exit from dinner two weeks ago, but I’ve ignored them. I know I’ll have to call her back eventually for appearance sake, but until then, I’m going to bask in the after glow of my kill.
The body is already rolled up and buried deep in the forests ground. My blade is sheathed in its home, resting against my hip. However the blood remains, I run the sticky remnants between my fingers as I make my way back to my car.
Just then my cellphone rings. I check the time, my fingers leaving a red smear on the glossy surface of my I Phone. I’ll have to disinfect the damn thing…again. The ringing stops by the time I’m finished my thought. It’s three am and Angel’s name is flashing across my screen.
“Jacob…Jake…I need help.”
My heart stutters.
I hear a whimper. “I’m…I’m out, and…someone is following me, Jacob.”
My fist grips my phone so hard I’m scared I’m going to shatter the glass.
“Where. Are. You?”
“Just down on West Haven…can you come? Please?” Her voice is a whisper. A whisper that shoots straight through me.
“Keep walking, head towards the closest store you can. I’ll be there soon.” With that, I hang up.
I pick up my pace until I’m sprinting through the dense underbrush, bursting out into the night when I reach my car and throw myself in. Not even buckling my seat belt, I peel the car out and head straight to my Angel. Whoever is following her is going to be the second victim to feel the fury of my blades tonight.
How I love blood. How I will relish in the feeling of this stalkers as it sprays my face.