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Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Chapter 5

I'm All Ears

You know that feeling when your mom tells you to clean your room before she gets home and then she texts you that she's five minutes away from home so you start cleaning like you just snorted a shit tone of cocaine? Yeah, that was the type of level I was on while driving towards my brothers school. Eli is my only brother, if anyone hurts him it's going to be me and only me. If this fucking asshole lays a finger on a single hair of his, I'm gonna make him regret screwing with us. As I began to near the school, my phone was sent a string of new text messages. I decided to let my phone connect via bluetooth and read out the messages in which they were received. "Message from UNKNOWN. I wonder how long it will take for you to get here on time." Fuck, he knows I'm coming. How, is the remaining question? Another thought that loomed over my head was how much does this stranger know about me? I don't mind a bit of attention here and there but this is far past my comfort zone. "New message from UNKNOWN. You better hurry, class is over. I can see him now. How about I do you the favor and take him home for you?" No, I can't let this happen! I picked up my phone and parked as quickly as I could. Calling Eli as fast as one could imagine, I started jogging towards his classroom as the phone kept ringing. I got no response as the call went straight to voice mail. "Eli!" Teachers began looking my direction with concern but how could I tell them there's a serial killer on the campus? "Eli!" I finally managed to get to his classroom and saw that he was being lectured by his teacher. "Christ, there you are.." His teacher, Mrs. Alexander, walked towards me with a face that had no ounce of amusement on it. Eli was in trouble again, I can take a few guesses but I better hear it from her. "Hello, Billie. Nice to see you again. I'm sorry to keep you waiting and have you run out here, but I needed to teach Elijah here that being on his phone during class is disruptive to his education." Now I understand why he didn't answer my calls. My heart rate decided to finally come back down to earth and resume its regular schedule. "Promise me you'll stay off your phone in my class? I don't want to have to send you out for now following rules." Eli looked down as he shifted uncomfortably knowing full well he'll get lectured when he gets home. "I promise." Mrs. Alexander sighed, drained of all energy I'd assume from teaching little demons all day. She was a respectable teacher but like most people there was only so much she could take. "Thank you, Elijah. You can go, enjoy your evening. Be sure to do your homework."

Pulling him close to my side, I gave his teacher a thumbs up signaling that I would make sure he would do the work once he's home. "I swear she only picks on me. Everyone else who gets on their phone she just gives warnings. I always get in trouble." I had to bring my scrambling mind back into focus as we got inside my car. My eyes couldn't help but look everywhere to make sure no one was watching or following us back to my car. I've watched Taken one too many times and for good reason. Once we were safe according to my good judgement, I drove us both back home. "You okay? You look tense." Eli glanced over towards me, picking up on my distress. Normally we'd be chatting it up on the way back home but after the day and night I've had, I wasn't exactly feeling myself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just dealing with some personal shit. Thanks though." I had to play this off as best I could, I didn't want to put anyone at risk. However, not telling anyone what's going on felt exactly like I was putting my family in some form of danger. I just don't want anyone to worry and be too protective over me. That's how more people get hurt. Like it or not, I feel like I'm alone on this one. Pulling up into the driveway, I rushed ourselves into the house and up to my room to be greeted by our feline friend, Ghost. "He's so cute! Look at his eyes, they're so blue. Cool.." At least Elijah is safe and happy with the new pet. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if he got hurt. Elijah's fifteen but I always felt like I had to play the role of backup parent towards him. He's a good little brother and surprisingly doesn't annoy me as much. He always wanted to be near me when he was younger but as he got older, spending more time with his friends became a priority. Guess I couldn't blame him, that's how I started out myself. "Yeah, he's pretty cute. Very friendly too. Not sure how I'll be able to convince mom and dad to let us keep him. I'm sure there'll be some pushback." Not that my family was anti animals but they never really pushed for pets in the house. Hopefully Ghost will be able to persuade them with his charm. "I'll have to run to the store later to grab supplies for him. This may come as a shock to you but we have zero cat food or toys." Eli smirked at my sarcasm, going along with it effortlessly as he pet the fluffy cat. "Damn, just when I thought we were fully stocked." I chuckled lightly, I loved the shared bond we had with one another. Most siblings fight each other but we somehow managed to skip that phase for now. Not sure if it'll happen soon or ever for that matter.

Glancing over at my phone again, I had seen that my new best friend sent me a few more messages while I was trying to get a grip on reality. "It really carves a smile on my face to see you scared. Always looking over your shoulder to make sure no ones watching you." Okay, this person is one hundred percent stalking me. Not a doubt in my mind he's watching me now... "I want you, Billie. I want you to be begging for mercy under my knife." I'm being hunted by some maniac with a knife and a niche for killing college students. What the fuck is going on in this town? "You will be MINE Billie. You'll cave eventually. Watch your back baby, or my knife will greet it first." This asshole is getting on my nerves. What's the obsession with me about? I don't exactly like the idea of this guy killing innocent people because of me. There has to be a motive but what? Gathering up some courage I decided to respond to this stranger. Maybe I can get some answers out of him. Here's to wishful thinking. "What if I'm playing hard to "catch?" What if I'm some weird girl who's into all this shit?" I can't let this person take a hold over my life. What if they know who I am personally? This can cause an issue quickly. My phones text alert went off, let the record show that serial killers respond faster than any other guy I've tried dating. "I doubt that. If that was true, I'd have you in my arms drooling for me to do unspeakable things to your body." I have his attention. For how long though? "Why me? Why target me? I'm nobody special. Can't you just fuck off and kill yourself?" Forgetting Eli was in my room still, he picked up Ghost and headed off to his room to chat with his online friends. Probably for the best. "Someone's being bold today. I wouldn't play so tough Billie. Mommy and daddy will be home soon. Be a shame to find their only children gutted on the floor. If you play nice, I'll tell you." Shit, the last thing I need is to put me or my brother at risk. It's me he's interested in, I'd rather keep it that way. "Fine. So can you tell me now?" Suddenly my phone started to ring. It was him, not a doubt in my mind. Fuck I hope this doesn't get me killed. I answered the phone and put the call on speaker. "Hello?" My voice sounded nervous, something he could easily detect. "You got a lot of fucking nerve puffing your chest up to me, Billie. Why the sudden change in attitude?" Whatever voice scrambler he was using was doing it's job. There was no way for me to tell who this person was. "What? You don't like when I stand up to you? I thought you wanted to kill me? Doesn't this just wanna make you come out and get it over with?" The stranger began laughing. "Don't try and play smart with me. Patience is a virtue. You wanna know why I picked you?" Yes, for fucks sake this guy likes to hear himself talk. "There's something I see about you that stands out and I'm very fascinated by it. So much so that I want you for myself." What the fuck does that even mean? Like a slave? "I'm not sure I'm understanding what you want here." There was a brief pause. Only the sound of his breath could be heard. "I want you, Billie. Mine and only mine. Body and soul. If I can't have you, no one can." There's no way this guy is expecting to go out on cute couple dates after talking to me like this. Not sure holding hands at the park would be appropriate after butchering my friends. "I'm not some pet you can just keep for yourself, asshole! I'm a person, I have a life!"

Silence once again, at this point It was starting to become deafening. I shouldn't have done this. I'm regretting ever wondering why he chose me in the first place. "Come to your window." My heart skipped a beat. No way.. there's no chance he's outside. I peeled the curtain back slowly and there he was. Phone in hand, knife in the other. "I know where you live, where you go to school and who your friends are. You can't run from me." My heart began to pound in my chest harder and faster, I was scared he'd might hear it. I didn't know what to do, how to respond. So I said the first thing that came to mind. "Fuck.. you." The stranger flipped the knife in his hand as he tilted his head slightly. "Well, only if you say so." As he dropped the call to an abrupt end, he looked up and stared at me for what felt like minutes. Faster than I could blink, he made a quick dash towards the house. "Fuck!" He was headed towards the garage and I know for a fact it's unlocked. Running back down stairs and praying to God I make it in time, I quickly ran to the door and locked it. "Shit!" I leaned against the counter to catch my breathe and look out the window. He was gone, for now. This could've gotten worse and fast. Taking a final glance at the window, a chill was sent down my spine. There the mask was staring back at me but not from the outside. Spinning around with a closed fist, my swing was halted by his stronger grip. His other hand held the blade to my throat, pressing it slightly hard against my skin. "Scream and you die here and now." I remained silent even though every part of my body wanted to run and scream bloody murder. "I warned you what would happen. Pushing my body up against the wall, his hand clamped around my throat while his blade explored all over my body slowly eventually making its way back up to meet between my eyes. He shifted his gaze towards the light switch then back at me. "I can't stay long. So much to do so little time. Especially since you've been wasting mine." Before I could speak, his knife flicked the switch down, leaving me in darkness. Only the light from outside shined down onto the sink. "You've got guts, Billie. Surrender to me or I'll see what those guts of yours look like." There was a sound of shuffling cloth before me. With no light on us, I couldn't make out any details of this person besides his height. My thoughts became interrupted as I felt a pair of lips clash into mine. Man, this was absolutely, hands down, not a single doubt in my mind... a man. His hand clamped onto the back of my hair pulling it back forcing my face up higher to meet his nonexistent one. His kisses were deep and full of passion, almost like he waited his whole life for this moment. This is a homicidal maniac, and no, I will not date him! If the circumstances were different, I might have reconsidered.

Once he got his mouthful, the man adjusted his mask to make sure no further parts of his face exposed his identity. "Your lips are so soft. Can't wait to discover the other ones." Soon, a pair of headlights shined into the main living room windows. It was mom, finally back home from work. As I turned to say a few memorable last words to the stranger, he was gone. Engulfed by the darkness as it was his only means of getting away from sticky situations. I turned the light on and quickly brushed down my hair with my fingers, trying my best to not look like I was just held up by a killer. As my mother walked in with her hands full of groceries, I jogged over towards her and began offering my free services. "Thank you, your dad will be home a bit late tonight but I'm gonna go ahead and start prepping dinner for us. Help me get the rest, please." Walking out slowly towards the car, I began checking my surroundings to make sure yet again that I wasn't being watched. I quickly grabbed the rest of the bags and items in the trunk and quickly hauled them inside to make sure no more trips needed to be made back outside. I was quickly beginning to learn that my life won't be going back to normal any time soon. Elijah rushed downstairs excited to show off our new edition to the family. "Mom, look! Billie found a cat outside! We named him Ghost! Please, please, please can we keep him?" My mother cast what seemed to be the most annoyed glare ever directly towards me, her arms crossed around her chest. "You let a stray cat with God knows what type of diseases it might be carrying, inside our house?" Should of seen that coming, leave it to mom to be the one to shut down all forms of fun. "Yes, I know it's a stray but it was hungry and rain was coming in, I didn't want it to be outside getting poured on." My mother ran her fingers through her thick brown hair, pushing it away from her face. "Look, Billie, I understand you like pets but if you want it, you care for it. This is your responsibility now. I can't wait to hear what your dads going to say." I was a bit curious myself to hear what he had to say about the situation but as of right now, I'm just glad everyone is okay and safe. For now. I needed a minute to calm myself down and find some peace to ease my mind.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be over the moon for a cat.. I'll be in my room." Ignoring the chatter left behind me downstairs, my phone started to alert me to a text from Jasper. Looking at the text, I saw a picture attached to his message. "Got my own place! Home sweet home, right?" That's adorable, I've always wanted my own place to be able to decorate it the way I see fit. My own sweet escape from reality. "That's great! can't wait to see it all done!" Resting my head down on the pillow, my thoughts began to travel back to the incident in the kitchen. What really was it that this guy saw in me? What was so alluring that he had to target me above anyone else? Before I could close my eyes, Jasper started to call me. Can I not just get some well deserved rest in this life? "Hello?" I tried my best to sound half asleep in hopes he'd pick up on my tone. "Hey, sorry to disturb you but I do have furniture here! Was gonna offer you a dinner slash movie night if you were up to it? If not, it's okay! We can always plan another night if that's okay?" I'm suddenly wide awake and ready to leave now. A night spent with Jasper? Sign me the hell up! "Yeah, I'm down! Text me the address, I'll be there soon." I grabbed my keys and roughed up bag before rushing back down. "I'll be back, going to Maddie's dorm!" I yelled at mother before she had a chance to speak about dinner. Lasagna can wait, this was a much better way to clear my mind from anything. Once I entered my car, I received the address from Jasper, giving me the location to his new place. Perfect, only a ten minute drive. Turning on my playlist to relax my mind once more. Putting the gear into reverse, I pulled out the driveway and headed off towards what I can only hope a fun night and lots of sex. Driving slightly over the speed limit, my thoughts began to travel once more. I began imagining Jaspers hand between my thighs, grasping at them firmly and slowly parting them like the red sea. This man has me wrapped around his finger and he doesn't even know it yet. Maybe tonight he can finally show me what I was missing out on.

Focusing my attention back onto driving, I started to push on the acceleration urging my car to go faster. I eventually began to pull up into the neighborhood and started looking for the address. Didn't take too long to figure out since he was standing outside with a beer in his hand and blunt in the other. I parked my car up on the curb and rushed out to greet him. "You rolled a blunt for me? You're too kind." Snatching away his special herb and inhaling a much needed hit, Jasper chuckled softly and offered me a drink. "I hope you like green apple flavor. Unfortunately for you, there were not fruity combination type drinks. I did my best to look though." I smiled softly and hugged him briefly to show my appreciation. "Thanks for checking, you didn't have to but that was sweet of you... So, do I get a mini tour?" Jasper quickly finished his bottle before tossing it towards a near by trash bin and gestured me inside with his arms. "Ladies first." He smiled as he pushed the door open. The home was a bit outdated but there was a unique charm to it. Just a bit of TLC could really bring it back to life. "There's not much, just the basics for now. Couch, table, tv, and bed. The rest I'm still working on." I began exploring the kitchen and of course investigating his pantry. "Sorry, not many snacks to munch on either. I need to go grab some food tomorrow. Tonight I thought we'd order in and watch a movie or something." Behave yourself, Billie. Now is not the time to start getting excited. "Yeah, sure! Chinese sound good?" Jasper smiled as he began ordering on his phone. "Always! What do you want? Here's the menu." After taking what felt like an eternity looking through their menu, we decided to pig out and order a shit tone of food. Being high does that to you and those munchies will be in our favor later. "So, how was your day?" Oh God, lets not go there. Anything but my day. "Pretty lame. Just found a stray cat and watched the rain. You?" Jasper inhaled slowly as we both walked towards the couch, sinking into its comfortable cushion. "Well, I got this place set up earlier and then decided I didn't want to wait till tomorrow to see you. Figured you'd wanna be the first person to come check out my place tonight." My stomach began to flutter. He was thinking of me like that? I couldn't help but feel flattered that he wanted me to be the first one seeing his new home.  

"Well, I mean.. I like it. It's cozy, ya know?" Jasper pulled my legs over his lap, wrapping his arm around my neck. The smell of beer and weed lingered onto his body with a hint of cologne that smelled like heaven. My heart started beating faster as I began to feel nervous. Was it happening right here, right now? "You look pretty tonight. I hope I don't ruin any makeup you have on." I locked eyes with him and started to speak with a calm, low tone. "What do you mean?" He smiled as he took another hit before answering my question. "The food. It can be messy so I apologize in advance if it gets messed up." There's no way in hell he meant the food. I wanted this man, more than anything I wanted him to just ruin me but I had to play it cool. One step at a time. "So, got any movie ideas? Comedy, romance, horror, sci-fi?" Jasper reached for his remote and began scrolling through the many streaming services he has. Netflix, HBO, Hulu, Amazon, Disney+, you name it, he had it. After scrolling for a while, we landed on watching the first Alien movie. Our Chinese order had just so happen to arrive right at the same moment. Things were falling into place so smoothly and I couldn't be happier. We set up our plates on the coffee table in front of the couch and began feasting like starving animals. Truthfully, Alien may have not been the right choice of movie to pick while eating but both of us were too stoned to care. Only food could satisfy our needs right now. Thirty minutes in and I started feeling a bit full to my stomach. Chinese always knows how to hit the spot. "Hey, I got to ask you something. You don't need to respond to it if its too uncomfortable but.. do you think the killer was in the house with us the night of the party?" I placed my fork down into a pool of lo mein noodles and carefully swallowed a chunk of orange chicken before collecting my thoughts for an appropriate answer. "I think we got lucky we didn't have to find out ourselves. If the killer was there, it could've been anyone. They say it's usually someone you know. I don't have many friends so, I'm not sure it's anyone I know." Except maybe my fucked in the head ex, that seems like a fair suspect.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I still feel guilty for leaving you the way I did. I promise I was having a fun time with you. Hopefully you enjoyed yourself too." Perfect transition. Now I can work my magic. "Well, I mean I was, but... I wish I could've had some more time with you." My hand snaked its way slowly up his thigh and began rubbing closer towards his zipper. Jasper smirked and locked eyes with mine, his hand holding my lower jaw closer to his face. "Well, we could pick up where we left off if you want." My hand was quickly grasped by his as he placed it over his now growing erection. Holy shit, it's just as I imagined, if not better than that. Picking me up in one swift move, I was carried towards the bedroom and tossed like a used shirt onto his bed. "Take your top off, please. Bra as well." I wasn't about to argue with the man, I wanted this as much as him. Maybe a bit more on my end but who fuckin cares? Watching Jasper strip down and revealing his fully erect cock sent me straight up to heaven and back down to enjoy every second. He grabbed my ankles as he pulled me towards the edge of the bed and started ripping my jeans off along with my underwear. "Those don't need to be on as well." While I wasn't about to disagree with him, my face began to feel flushed and hot to the touch. The want and desire filled the room as I began instinctively lifting my hips towards him. "Someone's excited. You're making a mess all over yourself." A pool of warm liquid had begun spilling its way out from my body. There was no way to conceal my desires now. This man had me wanting him to do everything and anything to me, I honestly fee like he could pull out a brick and I'd be all for it. "Now, before I go on any further.. I need to know something." I swear I'm not a virgin, please don't ask me that.. "Are you okay with me being rough with you tonight? I'd rather hear it from you right here and now." Well that was unexpected. Sweet and nice of him to ask for my verbal consent, but also unexpected. I mean, we're both fully naked at this point, I think it's safe to say I consent. "Yes, yes, I consent. I'm all for it. Please, I'm down for whatever you want." Jasper smiled for half a second before he dove straight down between my legs. His tongue slowly began gliding smoothly between my lips, each stroke earning him soft moans. My back slowly arched up towards the ceiling as my hands found a fistful of his hair to grip and pull in closer.

"Fuck.." His tongue felt warm and wet from his salivating mouth, hungry for more sounds of pure ecstasy to escape from me. "You taste so good, baby.." I've always been self conscience about my body and all the fluids that leak from it, hearing him sound satisfied with how I tasted sent chills down my spine and legs. "Keep going, please.." My thighs began squeezing the sides of his head as my hand pushed his face back down towards my wet lips. With one arm, Jasper managed to push open my right leg and slip in his middle and index fingers. His fingers curled inside slowly at first but eventually picking up speed as he carefully massaged my G-spot. "How's it feel? You're squirming so much for me." Must I answer his blatantly obvious question? Was my body language and moaning not enough to signal that I was enjoying every second of this moment? "Good... It feels really good." Jasper placed a soft kiss atop of my knee before removing his now creamy covered fingers. "You ready for more?" As Jasper began aligning himself in front of me, my thoughts started to take me back to my nightmare. Seeing Jasper above me one second and the next some deranged killer. "Yes, please.." Now is not the time to be thinking of that serial killer. What was it the people of this town called them? Ghostface? My train of thoughts were pleasantly interrupted by Jaspers fully erect member gliding slowly up and down between my creamy covered lips, careful not to insert himself inside. "Before I continue, I have to ask. Are you on any form of birth control? I'm all for being a father one day but not so soon." He chuckled momentarily as he looked deeply into my lustful eyes, holding a strong gaze. "It's okay, I'm on the pill. I'll be fine." I was actually impressed by the pure willpower Jasper held to make sure I was feeling okay with everything he was doing and to even ask about birth control. A lot of guys just assume once the clothes are off, it's green lights from there on. "Perfect, then I can start doing this." With one swift thrust, he was fully emerged inside of me and began finding a smooth rhythm. "Fuck, you're so tight." His moans and grunting became intoxicating sounds as he started sliding himself in deeper and with more force behind each thrust. My legs began to lock onto his hips, almost as to make sure he didn't find himself losing his target. The sound of skin smacking against each other echoed in the moderately empty bedroom, surely loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house. Thankfully it was only us, the last thing I needed was unwelcomed guests interrupting our intense love making. "Turn around, lay on your stomach and put your arms behind your back.." I was never introduced to rough sex mainly because my ex's didn't know how to communicate with me about the things that I liked. It was always the same old missionary position for five quick minutes and that was it.

Doing as told, Jasper pinned my wrists together with a single hand and raised my hips with the other. Feeling him insert himself back inside sent my eyes rolling to the back of my skull. My lip was facing punishment by my teeth as I bit harder from each thrust Jasper delivered. His hand began to rub my ass in slow circles before coming down with hard smacks. This was definitely going to leave some sort of bruise or print in the morning, not that I had any objections to begin with. Releasing my wrists from his hold, Jasper soon found himself a fistful of my hair to pull back and press his face close to my ear. "Do you like getting fucked like this?" My moans began to increase as each thrust brought us both closer to a blissful orgasm. "Yes!" My moans prevented me from speaking further on. What else was there to say? Jaspers fingers found its way down to my clit, rubbing it like his life depended on it. "Please, don't stop.. so close." My breathing had started to become more erratic as his thrusts were lifting me higher to the clouds above. A few more hard deep strokes later and I could tell he was on the verge of finishing. My legs had begun to start shaking as my body was radiating an intense amount of heat also nearing the finish line. "You ready baby?" Jaspers breathing was becoming heavier as he managed to hold himself a few seconds longer before releasing his load. "Yes, finish in me!" My nails dug into his shoulder blades as he slammed his body into me one last time before delivering his full load. A wave washed over me as my body became a spiraling mess. Reaching an orgasm this intense had been hard for me to reach with any of my previous partners. With him it almost felt natural and easy for him to achieve. "Holy fuck.. that was.." I looked over to Jaspers sweaty body, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he regained his stamina. "Amazing?" I smiled as I inhaled short quick breathes of air. "Yes... you're so perfect Billie. There's something about you that I just feel like I understand. Wish I knew what but.. maybe a mystery isn't all the bad?" I smiled softly before leaning into his warm body for comfort. "I'm just me. That's all." After a moment of silence and recovery from a steamy fuck session, we both quickly washed our sweaty bodies off from the stench of sex and any left over fluids that lingered. Once back into our clothes, Jasper pulled me in close for a night of cuddles and hopefully sweet dreams. "Goodnight, Billie." Jasper leaned over my shoulder leaving a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling back to rest his head above mine. "Goodnight, Jasper." Before I knew it, we had both fallen into a deep death like sleep.

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Notes: Moving forward to chapter 4 will bring us some new excitement now that the killer has peaked his interest onto Billie. I hope you enjoy slow burners. I know I said there's "sexy time" involved in this story and trust me, there will be more. I just gave you a taste of what's to come. Be patient my creatures of the night. Enjoy chapter 4!

                                                  Chapter 4

                                        When it Rains it Pours

I couldn't believe this was happening. None of this felt real. I kept praying to whatever god that was real for this to be some cruel prank. The brutality of these murders sent my mind spiraling down a dark hole that I could not escape. Did they suffer long? Did they see it coming or was it a quick death? I couldn't imagine being there any longer than I had been. Whose to say I could of been one of those victims. I had so many questions but as predicted, so did investigators. The flashing of blue and red lights glowed outside my window and tinted one side of my face. I looked towards the floor, swinging my feet off the edge of the bed slowly. My hands twisted amongst itself, unsure of what to do. "Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt you? Anyone at all? Maybe an old friendship that gone bad? An ex? Any bit of information can help us help you, Ms. Sarian." Good lord, don't make me sound like an older woman. Although, I did have a possible suspect in mind. Question is, would I make the situation worse if I tell them I thought it was my crazy ex boyfriend who pretended to be some stalker outside my window a while back? Answer should probably be yes, but something is telling me to hold off on that. "No, nothing comes to mind. All my old friends are back in New York. None of which I left with bad blood." The cop scanned the room one last time before nodding his head softly and spoke with a sincere voice. "Okay. My name is Robert, but sheriff Turner will do. My deputy, Jess Mills is over there speaking with your friends. Give us a call if you hear or see anything. Even if you have some more small details that can help. School campus security will be hanging around more around your dorms. They'll do whatever necessary to protect you all." While I felt some sort of comfort hearing sheriff Turner's reassurance, part of me couldn't help but think if this killer wanted in then he'd do whatever it takes to get in. "Thank you. I live with my family actually. I don't reside on campus. I'm just worried more students are going to," before I could finish my sentence, Turner was swift to shut the negative thoughts down. "Hey, don't think about that. Believe it or not, I've seen this case so many times that it almost becomes easier to figure out who this psychopath is. We'll get the bastard and their partner if they have one." The thought didn't even cross my mind. I've heard of a partner in crime but never thought that there could possibly be two killers out and about. What if I've been sharing a class with them? Or walking next to them in class? What if they were at that party last night? Once again, my head was spiraling. I needed rest and plenty of it. Thankful that tomorrow was Sunday, I knew there would be no way I could find the energy of strength to go to school after witnessing all of this.

Once all the excitement died down and the cops left the campus and students stopped being so damn nosey, Hannah and Maddie went back to sleep. They didn't deserve to see any of that or be questioned by police. My intrusive thoughts kept swimming around my mind bringing me to the point of exhaustion. I slowly began to slip into a deep state of sleep where my mind comforted me by giving me something to dream of. I was home back in Rochester, the sun was out and the rays of light gleamed on my skin. I began to lay down on my bed and listen to the music in the background that was too low to make out but the soothing melody was enough to relax my body. Feeling the warmth on my skin provided by the sun was the peak of relaxation for me. Suddenly the world got dark. I opened my eyes to see that time had passed in a matter of seconds. Turning to look at my clock on the nightstand next to my bed only to discover that it was the middle of the night. "What the fuck?" I looked towards the sky to see the moon glowed bright crimson. The moons red glow projecting a spot light into my round window gave my room an unsettling atmosphere. "Don't act too surprised now." A voice came from the corner of my bedroom. A vaguely familiar voice but not someone I know personally. I could see the strangers legs and boots. I immediately thought of the stranger I saw before we left the party that night. My heart began to beat rapidly, my throat felt as if it was closing on me, afraid if the stranger would hear my fear. A large black cloak slowly began to engulf the strangers legs, leaving only his boots to be seen walking towards me. Wake up, wake up, wake up, this is not a god damn nightmare on elm street movie! Suddenly the mask emerged from the shadows. That white mask that cursed this once sweet town. He pulled a chair and sat down in front of me twirling the tip of his blade on his gloved hand. "Wish I got the chance to see you tonight. I bet you looked so fuckable in that pretty black dress you wore. It's a shame I wasn't the one to cut it off. Before getting a word in, the blade that was once in his grip flew right past my face, penetrating the wooden frame around my window. With one leg crossed over the other, the masked stranger rested his head into one hand, as I looked at the knife behind me. Turning back to look at him, he gestured with his index finger the universal "no" sign. "Fuck you!" Quickly yanking the knife from the frame and gathering every ounce of strength to face the killer only to discover he was gone. Was this guy Chris fucking Angel? "Hey, Billie." Screaming and pointing the knife towards the voice next to me, I was quickly pinned down by Jasper. "Billie, stop! Calm down, it's me! What's wrong? Why're you holding a knife?"

Oh god, it was only Jasper. The one time I have a dream with an attractive man and it has to be during this fucked up nightmare. "Jasper, he's here! The killer's here!" Jasper looked at me with a confused expression on his face. "No, no he's not. I've been here the whole time. There's no one here but us. Don't worry baby, I'll protect you." Jaspers fingers began to push the blade away from my grip and hold my hand firmly in his. His hand gently squeezed my throat as he pinned me back down to my bed. "Wanna finish what we started?" Before I could object, the feeling of Jaspers excitement began pressing into my inner thighs. I wanted it more than anything, to be ravished and used aggressively. I never would admit these desires to my friends since I knew they'd never let me hear the end of it. Jaspers fingers began pushing the thin fabric to the side, sliding his fingers inside once again. My body reacted accordingly and soft moans escaped my lips. Feelings his fingers sliding inside and out more rapidly had me gripping the back of his hair, my leg lifting higher onto his hip for deeper access. "Would you like some more this time?" Without speaking, letting my body do the talking, Jasper slid the tip up and down slowly teasing me to the point where I had to beg for it. "Please.. do it before this ends." Feeling Jasper thrust himself inside full sent me into a state of pure imaginary bliss. My mind worked hard to imagine how it would feel to have him doing the things he's doing. My nails scratched down his back as his mouth reclaimed its place onto my neck sending chills down my spine. Hips thrusting slowly began to pick up the pace and find a faster rhythm. My legs wrapping around his waist, submitting to his wants and needs. "You feel so good." I moaned out towards the sky, my eyes sealed shut enjoying each passing second of this hellish dream turned to something much more pleasant. His hand pinning both my wrists together above my head as he used more force this time to reach deeper inside of my body. "Would you... scream for me?" Nodding my head quickly, complying with his desire. "Yes, yes, I would." I heard him begin to laugh but it was much more sinister and deeper. Suddenly I was face to face with that damn mask again. His body hovering over mine, grip still firm on my wrists. With his other hand reaching behind him, my body trembled knowing what was to come next. His blade shimmered under the crimson light, my reflection on his blade as he slowly brought it down flat against my cheek, carefully not to cut my delicate skin. "You stopped moaning for me. I thought you were having fun!" With that being said, he lifted the blade high above his head swiftly bringing it down to meet my chest. Only then did I began to scream. Shooting out of bed, sweating dripping down from my forehead, I checked my phone to see no new messages left by our mystery man or Jasper for that matter. It was four in the morning. I really needed some sleep, but how could I after going through all that? Hoping on all my socials, I began scrolling through countless of videos to help take my mind off things and help bore me to sleep. After an hour of tiring out my thumb, I managed to drift back to sleep and get some well deserved rest.

After hours had passed, Sunday morning had finally come alive. Unfortunately some bad weather had rolled in during the early hours. According to reports, it was going to be rainy all day long. Fitting, isn't it? A gruesome murder followed up by a dark, stormy day. "God, I can't believe it. I mean... poor Ryan. I can't even begin to think what Matt's feeling right now." I began feeling the pit in my stomach growing larger. Maddie's words clinging onto my mind. I as well couldn't begin to fathom what Matt was feeling right now. I began collecting my clothes and shoes tossing them in my old, beat to hell duffle bag. I needed to clear my mind and go home. There was enough excitement going on and I needed to be back in my studio to unwind. "I'm gonna head home guys. I need to get to work on my project and I just need to be alone for a while." Hannah walked over towards me with her arms open, embracing me tightly. "Call if you need anything and I mean anything. Even just to chat for a bit. We'll be here. Kind of lost the motivation to go shopping for more decorations." Smiling at the thought that these two care deeply for me, I waved goodbye at Maddie and took my leave. Entering my vehicle and turning up the radio, a sharp sting of sadness washed over me like the ocean waves being pulled by the moons force. Tears rolled down my face as I took a minute to process everything that's happened. My phone suddenly alerted me to a new text from an unknown number. My heart sank. Please, please let this be who I think it is and not that masked killer. Luckily, iPhone is kind enough to say "Maybe insert name here," if the person stated who they were in text. It was Jasper. A sense of relief brought down my heart rate, I at least felt like I could somewhat talk to him about the events. "Hey, It's Jasper from last night. I just saw the news. Please tell me you got home safe?" His words showed concern and kindness, I felt comforted by the fact that he at least wanted to check in and touch bases. "Yes, I'm alive and well. I left before shit hit the fan. Lucky me, right?" The chat bubbles popping up on the bottom left side of screen had me biting my nails in anticipation. "Yeah, no kidding.. They released the names of the victims. Ryan was one of them. I don't know where to begin to even try and process all of this shit." I pushed my hair behind my ear, more involved with the conversation now. "Yeah, you and me both. Maybe we can link up sometime next week if you're free?" Steering the conversation to a less darker topic, I figured getting to know Jasper a bit more wouldn't be such a terrible idea.

"Sounds good. I can meet you tomorrow if you have time?" Boy do I. While having a guy I barely know come into my parents home isn't all that great of an idea, the fact of having a tall, strong, handsome man around me sounded like heaven. "Yes, you can come by tomorrow around one." Setting up our meet up, I tossed my phone aside and began driving home. Flashes of my dream mixed nightmare started escaping my mind and suddenly causing me to lose focus on the road. Once again, I was thankful to only be five minutes away. Once I arrived home, I immediately took a shower and changed into something more studio attire since I'll be deal with paint. Just incase we're all wondering, my "studio" is just a better word for backyard shed. My father didn't like the idea of me getting paint on hardwood floors so he decided to build me a small shed that was just big enough for me to work comfortably. Looking at my canvas staring at the image before me, I wasn't feeling a connection through it anymore. My art piece was starting to feel generic and done one too many times. I mean, c'mon. Show of hands to all artists out there. Whose done an image of a nude woman sitting down in some type of majestic pose? While the art may have been done beautifully, I just wasn't feelin happy. An idea hit me. Hit me a bit too hard where I felt my head start spinning. Grabbing my brushes and any other tools I felt necessary, I began sketching out my outline. I wanted to capture the imagine in my head or to better put it, from my nightmare. I decided to draw the masked stranger in the corner of my room. The red moon in perfect view of the window next to him. His mask just barely visible as his knife shined in the light, blood covering the edge of his blade, slowly dripping down to the floor creating a small pool. My art work always had a more edgy side to it. Sure, I can draw something sweet and pretty but what's the fun there? I like my pieces to shock viewers and make them question if I'm sane or not. This would be a more personal piece but an art project nonetheless. My final project has to be big. Something that would get viewers to stop looking at other works and stare at mine with many questions. Just not exactly sure what.    

Shutting off the light to my shed and making my way towards my house I started hearing rustling in the bushes next to me. Now, if horror movies have taught me anything, this was a certified GTFO moment. "Hello? Any stabbers hiding in there?" I grabbed my brothers small wooden baseball bat that rested on the steps of our porch and slowly crept towards the sound of shuffling. Whoever this is was about to be majorly embarrassed from getting their ass beat by a small five foot four girl. "Come on out asshole! Show your face." Suddenly the shuffling stopped. A small cry began softly but grew louder as it approached. A small white fluffy cat jumped out from the greenery and proceeded to rub its body against my leg. Crying for food I could only assume. I picked up the young cat examining it for any tags to which my surprise there was none to be found. A possible stray which wouldn't be too far fetched considering our neighborhood was filled with feral cats. This one didn't seem to mind being held and petted, in fact it looked like it wanted just exactly that. "You're gorgeous. You're literally gorgeous. You're coming with me." Adopting this cat was absolutely going to annoy my mother but she knew how badly I always wanted a cat. I pulled a small bowl from our cabinets and poured some milk into it considering I had no actual cat food to provide. Taking a quick picture and sending to my little brother to which he responded with a bunch of heart emojis only let me know he was a hundred percent on board with keeping a new feline friend. "I need name suggestions. Any ideas?" I texted him waiting for his immediate responses. "Yes, I have a few ideas already. We could name him snowball? Wait, is it a boy or girl?" That's a fair question. I began scratching the back of the cat where it began lifting its back upwards, enjoying the scratching sensation. "It's a boy." I replied. "Okay, Snowball is still possible then. Or maybe Cotton? Oh, how about Ghosty!? His blue eyes and white fur make him look like a ghost cat!" Glancing over at the now full bellied cat who was grooming himself after his meal, I watched carefully before asking about its new name. "How does Ghosty sound for your officially new name?" The cat looked up taking a quick break from pulling its hairs off with his tongue. A small cry coming from his furry face confirming he indeed liked the name. I obviously speak cat and have a deeper understanding with them. In many ways I find myself relating to our feline companions. They love being touched, but only on their terms. If you touch without our consent then you get wacked. Hiding from new people when company comes over, random outbursts of energy and always looking like there's an evil plot behind our eyes.

Thunder started rolling in once again and I knew I made the right choice bringing in the stray. "Ghosty will be a good name. Good thinking." With school almost ending, I knew I needed to starting getting ready to leave and pick up Eli. Not to mention I wanted to beat the storm before it got worst. Locking up Ghosty in my room before taking off our house phone started ringing. The one thing I dislike most about having a house phone is all the damn spam calls we get. I usually like the answer and fuck with the person on the other end if it's not an automated voice recording. Picking up the phone trying to come up with an idea to run with, I decided to act like a complete bimbo. "Helloooo?" I said with a complete annoying tone. "Oh, hello? I hope I have the right number. Would this be Mary from the bookstore I met yesterday?" A man spoke with a nervous voice. "Nooo, like you totally have the wrong number silly!" The man chuckled before he spoke. "I totally must have. I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. I guess my friend Mary, if that's even her real name since this isn't her real number, must've gave me your number instead." I laughed in the fakest way possible. "Yeah, that suckssss. Well, sorry! Have a nice day!" Before I hung up the man stopped me with questions. While I was pressing for time, he insisted he ask a few questions. "I'm sorry, I'd hate to keep you on the line any longer but I must ask. You like to watch movies?" What kind of fucking question was that? Who doesn't? "Uhmm, yeah, totally." The man chuckled softly before asking another question. "You like.. horror movies?" I wasn't normally big on mainstream horror but I do love the classics. "Sure, yeah. There are some decent ones." Another question came from the man. "What's your favorite scary movie?" At this point I knew something was off. I knew whoever I was talking to wasn't just some man given the wrong number. "Okay, jokes over... Who is this?" The stranger tone became more amused. "What happened to your voice? You sounded so cute acting like some idiot from Hollywood. The fun's not over yet, Billie. You're the star after all. Get ready for act two!" The line goes dead. The phone suddenly weighed twenty pounds as my arm dropped to my side. It was him again. He knows my number which means he probably knows where I live and go to school. Oh god, Eli!

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Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Notes: Welcome back to another chapter of Billie's interesting life and how a serial killer can easily become problematic asf. Chapter 3 is going to have some events start picking up, I promise. I know the first two chapters are kind of slow but I always believe the build up is well worth the read. Enjoy chapter 3!

                                                 Chapter 3

                                             Killer Party Dude

What I thought would be a small kick back turned out to be much more than expected. At least thirty people were hanging around Matt's home drinking and stumbling around aimlessly. Reaching in the fridge to open a bottle of some fruity flavored beverage, Matt quickly came over to greet us by hugging all of us individually. "Ladies, you're finally here. I was worried I was gonna have to take my top off and start entertaining these men myself. No objections from my end but not so sure they'd enjoy a sexy ripped dad bod." I laughed, covering my mouth quickly before any liquid found its way out to the floor. "What would you do without us, Matty?" Matt wrapped his arm around Maddie, taking a small swig of his beer before speaking. "Probably go insane. Too many dicks here for my liking. By the way, you all look amazing. Hannah, beautiful as always and Billie.." I smirked knowing damn well if I didn't get any sort of high praise from him, I'll throw hands. "Well, you look more like a woman than normally." We shared a laugh at his sarcastic humor. "Trust me Matt, I could have you on your knees begging for me if I wanted." I tossed a wink, blowing a small kiss towards his direction before continuing my mission to finish my drink. "Yeah well, you and me both. Alright, so here's what he have going on tonight." Matt began walking outside to the backyard where decorations and drinks were abundant. The water fountain had plastic body pieces floating in the water which gave me a slightly unsettling feeling. "Outside we have some fun activities going on. We have pin the knife on Michael Meyers, bobbing for apples, and we have this fun game challenge where we put objects in a covered box and you lovely ladies have to feel around to guess what it is." We immediately looked at each other in concern worrying if their would be anything live we'd be touching. "If there's fucking bugs, I'm leaving." Ryan popped up from behind Matt with a large smile on his drunken face. "Guess you won't know till you try!" While the idea of touching a bug made me want to scurry out the house like one, I figured taking my mind off school and personal problems would be the best idea. "Alright, well I'm gonna go do some lines with Rob and his chick soooo, I'll see you inside!" Maddie scurried off making her presence known to the couple cutting up the white powder on a small tray. Hannah shrugged her shoulders and walked off with Ryan sharing some drinks together. Then there was me. Feeling like a completely wallflower, I pulled out my phone scrolling through Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, TikTok, hell even Facebook.

Needless to say but my social skills were pretty shit. I didn't really know most of the people here but they were all definitely students from school. Digging through my purse, I pulled out a pre rolled blunt and made my way outside towards the side of the house to have some alone time. Weed always puts me in a more calm state of mind. Back to scrolling I went. Inhale and exhale. Inhale annnd hello handsome, where did you come from? My gaze suddenly shifted towards a tall figure approaching my direction. His dark brown messy hair covered his brows, muscular build and legs for days... "Hi. Sorry, I don't wanna bother you but is it okay if I smoke with you? The smell caught my attention." I began smiling like what I could only assume an idiot. I began fixing up my hair calmly not making any sudden nervous moves. Taking a long drag from my blunt, slowly exhaling the smoke between my lips, I lifted the blunt towards him which he took into his very much larger than my hand. "Thanks, I promise I'm not sick or anything." Oh honey, that's the least of my worries. Plus, getting sick by some hot stranger is a win in my book. My standards aren't really set that high. "I'm Jasper by the way. I normally don't mooch off of other peoples blunts but I just ran out of my shit this morning and my dealer hasn't been responding." I laughed since we lived in a state that practically praises weed. "Can't you just go to a dispensary? They're everywhere." He smiled rolling the blunt in between his fingers. "Yeah, but my dealer has better shit. Plus, I'm too loyal to cheat on him." Taking the blunt back after he had his hits, I nodded in agreement as I slowly inhaled the smoke that slightly burned my lungs. "I'm sure he'd be touch to hear he's got someone like you." Jasper scoffed as he dug his boot into the loose dirt beneath us, creating small circles. "Yeah well, I'm not exactly feeling the love between him and I at the moment. Ignoring my texts and calls.. I think he's seeing other people. I should leave this toxic relationship we got going on, right? I think he only likes me for my money." I coughed pushing more smoke out as I started laughing more from his obvious sarcasm. "Oh yeah. It might be for the best. I wouldn't want to see a good friend get hurt." I put my hand gently on his bicep putting on my best sad face that quickly turned to a smile since at this point I was really starting to feel the high. "Glad to know I have a trusted friend who has my best interest. Those are rare to find these days."

He was right. When I moved down here about a year ago, I didn't have any friends to talk to and most of my friends back home had began to start disconnecting themselves from me. It was becoming lonely for me. Thankfully I met Maddie and Hannah when I did. They saved me from myself and I'm great full for every second. "Yeah, tell me about it... So, you here with your girlfriend or?" Nice transition. Totally not obvious you wanna know his status. "Hah, no, no. No girlfriend or boyfriend. In case you were wondering." I mean in this day and age that's a fair thought. "I came here because I was invited by Ryan and I figured it be a nice to meet some new people." Walking back towards the front door where the music became absurdly louder, I offered my new tall, dark and handsome friend a drink to which he happily obliged to. "So you go to the college here?" I asked while opening my favorite fruity cocktail. "No, I actually graduated a couple years ago. Ryan and I just keep in touch so I didn't wanna disappoint him by not making a public appearance." Ah, so he's older? I personally have no objections to older men whatsoever. "Oh, that's sweet. What'd you go to school for?" Jasper smiled shyly which sent butterflies to my stomach. He had this innocent charm about him that I found intoxicating. "I enjoy cinematography and taking photos. So that's what I chose. Pretty silly huh?" I chuckled lightly, my hand clumsily finding its way to push a strand of hair behind my ear. "Yeah, extremely silly. Why would anyone ever chose that life? We only live in California which is movie central." Jasper tossed a wink before finishing off his beer, amused by my poor sense of humor. "Exactly. You understand me." Silence began to fill the gap between us. Shifting my gaze towards the window that gave me a clear view of the yard, I started watching a couple of the guys bobbing for apples and failing horribly. it was entertainment more or less. My attention was quickly moved to Maddie taking her clothes off and running towards to hot tub with her two friends. She's clearly no stranger to living her life to the fullest. I always admired that about her. Even when life offered her the worst cards, she continued playing. "Not to be too straight forward but I must ask. You come here with your boyfriend? Or girlfriends?" I turned my attention back to Jasper who was opening another beer. The alcohol starting to loosen him up and become more brave with asking personal questions. "Girlfriends actually. You know, classic lesbian throuple things." Jaspers eyes widened is surprise as he nodded his head in amusement. "No, no boyfriend for me. The last guy was a handful. I'm here with some friends. Maddie and Hannah. Maddie's in the hot tub and Hannah's off uhmm..." I quickly looked around the room to see if I could locate her. Shouldn't be too difficult since she was the only one wearing a olive green dress and white heels. Panning my view towards to the living room couch, I spotted Hannah with what I could only assume her tongue down some guys throat. "The one giving that guy a cavity exam.. with her mouth." Jasper leaned in hovering over my shoulder to get a closer view. "Wow. She must be really good at her job because that's impressive." I smiled before turning back to face Jasper and his built frame. "What can I say? Girls got mad talent. It's honestly her gift."

The night continued on and midnight began approaching. Ryan ushered everyone into the house to have a dance party in the kitchen and living room. Shots being poured into cups or mouths wide open like hungry baby birds waiting for the worm. Lights fading into different colors by each passing second, strobe lights flickering, speakers vibrating the whole house while everyone danced around like drunk toddlers. Bottle in my hand and any other thoughts in my head gone, I began to feel a lot more relaxed around him and let my body do the talking. Pushing his body up against the wall, I began to rock my hips to the rhythm of the music against his waist. My hand snaking its way up my hip to my waist, to my chest, then my neck, and finally pushing up a clump of hair up towards the ceiling. I could feel Jaspers gaze burning into my soul from behind me. He too was having fun time since his friend was trying to push itself out of his jeans. While some girls would feel shy about this my confidence sky rocketed. Knowing this man who I just met tonight was starting to feel some sort of attraction towards me felt empowering. Suddenly I felt his hand wrap around my throat, tilting my head backwards to lock eyes. I bit my lower lip and slowly began to smile. He lowered his head down into the crease of my neck where it met my shoulder. His soft lips leaving a trail of kisses up my neck to my cheek sent chills down my spine. A sensation between my legs that I hadn't felt in a long time slowly began to take complete control of my lower half. My knees felt like buckling. The sensation feeling so familiar and welcomed entirely. "You smell nice." I died. Just burry me in the cemetery and say your goodbyes because a bitch has no pulse. Call time of death. "Thank you.. bath and body works. Great selections.." I felt his lips form a small smile before pulling away. His hands gripped my waist firmly pulling my closer to his waist. This time can really feel his excitement. I begin to start feeling adventurous and brave from the liquor. "Wanna go upstairs? There's a private dance waiting for you there." Jasper grinned as I took his hand and lead him to the stairs away from the crowd. Once we reached the staircase we were immediately met with other couples who had the same idea in mind. Knocking on a bedroom door that didn't sound occupied we pushed ourselves through and immediately locked the door. Barely having a chance to turn around, Jaspers hand clasped around my throat once more. His grip firm but not tight enough to suffocate me. Either he's done this before or just really knows how to show a girl a fun time. His right hand sliding down my waist gripping the underside of my thigh, hoisting it up to his hip.

"This okay? Me manhandling you like this, I mean." The woman was too stunned to speak. I felt my body begin to weaken by the second, his grip being the only thing keeping me standing. "Yeah.. yes, this is fine." Oh please let this be real and not a dream. I began to feel his mouth reintroduce itself to my neck sending jolts of electricity throughout my body. "More.." The word escaped my mouth without consent. My body began acting on its own, taking control faster than my mind could keep up. Jasper lifted my remaining leg up onto his hip as he walked us toward the bed. Tossing me onto the mattress like a rag doll, Jasper worked quickly to loosen his belt and open his jeans up just enough to reveal his waistband. My legs slowly spread apart, welcoming him like the holy spirit. "You look so beautiful laying there like that. Your eyes are just begging me to ruin you." His words kept me wanting more. How often is it that a man so handsome like this comes around and has an immediate sexual attraction to you? No often enough in my case at least. "Open your mouth for me, please." Obeying his command, my mouth opened just wide enough for him to slip in his middle and index finger. My tongue began acting on instinct before he could say anything. His moans were soft and brief but encouraged my mouth to keep working him. He eventually removed his fingers before I had the chance to get done to the bone and slowly started exploring my insides. Tossing my head back in pure pleasure, my hip slowly thrusted itself into his fingers causing him to slide deeper inside. "You feel so amazing.. I bet you taste even better." I started moaning quietly in fear someone would hear us defiling one of Matt's bedrooms. Come to think of it, I'm not quite sure who's bedroom this is. Taking a quick glance around my immediate surroundings, I saw a small framed family picture sitting on the night stand next to which could only mean this was his parents bedroom. How appropriate. Before I could adjust myself, the feeling of Jaspers tongue pressing its way inside wiped away any sense of concern and fear. Only pure pleasure and bliss was my number one priority. His tongue began swirling around in circles, up and down, in and out. My hands gripped his soft curly hair, pulling his face in closer. "Fuck.. you're so good." Jasper pulled away briefly, a smile carving his face as he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, removing small amounts of remaining fluid provided by yours truly. "I'm just getting started, love." Jasper began pulling his pants down, kicking his jeans off to the side. His member now fully erect and unable to be hidden at this point. His hand began sliding down into his boxers slowly working himself concealed by the thin layer of fabric. Holy mother of God, how bad I wanted to see his nice, hard, thick... "Oh shit." What? Oh shit, what? Jasper fished around his clothing to find his phone that started ringing. Please no. Not now! Things were just getting so good. Just my fuckin luck.

"I'm sorry. It's my dad. I have to take this. He's sick and I'm the only one he has." Fixing my panties back into place as Jasper answered his fathers call and put his pants back on as quickly as he took them off, I decided to go into the bathroom and touch up my makeup to make it less noticeable that I was having sex with a guy I just met. Checking my phone to discover I had a shit ton of messages left both by Maddie and Hannah asking where I was. Replying to them both that I was about to have an amazing night with this guy but how that quickly got shut down. Finalizing any last minute touchups, Jasper walked over towards me now fully dressed head to toe. "I'm sorry Billie. My dad has cancer and hasn't been doing too well as of lately. He's asked me to come home early. I promise I wanted this to last much longer.. I'd hate to leave off like this. Can we exchange numbers or socials if that's better for you?" While I wished the night hadn't come to a sudden halt like this, I couldn't be upset with him because of his ill father. "Here, this is my number. I'll find your socials through a contact search and don't apologies. You're father needs you. It's good he has someone like you to rely on." Jasper finished typing in my digits before giving me a tight hug. "Thanks, Billie. I'll text you soon. Have a good night." And just like that, he was gone and out the door. Gathering my composure and self dignity, I walked outside to see the party was still very much alive. I regrouped with Hannah and Maddie who were giving me sly grins and giggling like drunken idiots. "Shut up, both of you. I'm not in the mood to hear it. My night was going so well." Maddie and Hannah circled around me giving me a tight squeeze doing their best to comfort little miss depressed me. "How was he? Did he cum in two minutes cause your puss was that good?" Hannah gasped before inserting her experience. "I've had that happen to me several times. It's honestly nothing a guy should be embarrassed about! If anything its a compliment!" I let out a sigh before finding a drink to drown my feelings into. "No, his dad called. Apparently he's really sick and needed him to go home. I'm not mad just slightly upset because he was so.. damn.. good!" Maddie stood in front of me listening in to every single amount of detail I was able to give. "Was it big or was he one of those types whose really good at eating pussy to make up for his-" Before I gave her the chance to finish her question, I blurted out how I never even got the chance to see his dick outside of his boxers. The outline however gave me a good idea of what it might look like and for right now, it was all I had to hang onto.

"Look, can we just go back to your dorm? I've had enough for the night. My social meter is burned out. I need to take this makeup off and get into something comfy." Maddie agreed along with Hannah who looked like she herself just about had enough fun activities. Finding Matt and Ryan to say our goodbyes, and appreciation for inviting us to a fun party, I hurried outside and started digging around my purse to find my keys. Finally pulling them out from the bottom of my bag, I unlocked the doors and tossed by bag to the floor of the passengers side. "I'm sober enough to drive by the way. You guys hungry for anything?" I could hear Maddie and Hannah slobbering in excitement at the thought of late night junk food. "Yes ma'am. Lets order some pizzas. I'm so fuckin hungry." Hannah groaned in agreement which didn't surprise me at all. I took was starting to feel the late night munchies. "Alright. I'll call when we get back to your place." After driving back for what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived back to the campus. Taking our heels off to avoid further stumbling and discomfort, we hurried inside and began stripping ourselves from our facades. Messy buns and soft pajamas was the right move for all of us to get comfortable. Pizza arriving after thirty minutes was devoured so quickly we were sad that there wasn't any extras left over. Bellies full and feeling exhausted, Maddie was out like a light. Hannah shortly falling asleep right after. Plugging my phone in to rest for the night, my phone alerted me to a text from an unknown number. "Guess who." I smiled and replied, "I'm hoping this is the guy who asked for my number at this awesome party we met at." Chat bubble popping up as who I could only assume was Jasper typing away finally stopped and a bunch of photos were delivered along with a message that read, "Not exactly. Too bad we missed each other. I would've loved to hear you screaming for me, BILLIE." Feeling a pit start to form in my stomach, my body began to tremble fearing what I was about to witness. The first image was black, blocking the collection of photos I was about to reveal. Blood. Blood everywhere. An image showed a man soaking wet with an apple shoved into his mouth, a sign resting on his lap that read, "I'M A WINNER," in what I could only assume was blood from his head that had a trail streaming down his face. My hand covered my mouth not only to hold back my screams but from vomiting at the sight of the next image. Another man who was replaced by the poster of Michael Meyers pinned to the fence by a set of different knives. A single sheet of paper held by a knife to his chest also had a message reading, "GREAT SHOT." The last image made me drop my phone in pure terror. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be real. Maddie and Hannah shot up from their slumber and ran over to me as I shook in pure terror. "Billie, what's wrong? What happened?" I began to sob knowing what I saw about to scar these girl for the rest of their lives. "They're dead.. Ryan.. his friends.. they're dead." Maddie looked to Hannah confused before picking up and looking at the last image before screaming at the brutal image. Ryan's head was placed atop of the water fountain while his remaining butchered body parts replaced the fake ones turning the once clear water into a crimson blood bath. Another message came through that Hannah read out loud. "It says.. "Had a great time. It was a killer party."" What's happening? Why is this happening to me? Of all people. Tonight was officially the worst night of my life.

[yourhorrorwhore]

Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Notes:  I hope the first chapter made you laugh or crack a smile at least. I had a fun time writing all that down. I know it was a bit lengthy but I wanted to give small background details to each character for my readers to connect with. Lots of filler but these next chapters should be less lengthy unless you're into that kind of thing you dirty thing you! Enjoy!

                                                Chapter 2

                                       Psycho Ex Boyfriends

You know what my second favorite sound in the world is? That bell that rings letting us know that it's 12pm and time to get the fuck out of class. The first sound being my microwave letting me know my hot pocket is ready. Collecting my items into my dusty ass bag, I noticed that David stood by the door giving small words of encouragement to each of his students. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he had to say to me. Something along the lines of, "be on time and you might learn something," or maybe, "I know you're a smart student. Try and do better." All that for being ten minutes late? I'm hoping what he says will make my jaw hit the floor and unlock a hidden kink for me. "Billie, we're gonna go to the coffee shop for some grub. Wanna join us?" While I can't say no to coffee, I did feel like I should take some responsibility and do what my mother had asked me to do after class. Since I don't reside on campus, I'm left either baby sitting my younger brother, Eli, or doing house work like a second housewife. "Sorry guys, I wish coffee could be the knight in shining armor to save the day but I promised my mom I'd help clean up the house. I also have to get back into finishing my art project. My dirty yet creative art studio is my happy place after all." That it was. As far back as I could remember, I loved art. Drawing it to be more specific. My mother still has an old picture I made when I was five hanging up on the fridge by a magnet that said "artist in progress." My mother had told me that she knew one day I would create something so big and so beautiful. "Booo, you can't push it off for an hour?" Maddie was always the aggressor type, which don't get me wrong, I live for that, but I didn't want to upset nor disappoint my mother again for not doing what was asked of me. "Sorry, would if I could, but I can't. We'll hangout later tonight, okay? I'll come by your dorm when I'm ready to get dressed for the party." Maddie's face began to slowly carve an evil grin. Usually that meant she wanted to watch something with lots of gore or lots of sex.. with a ton of gore. "Alright. I'm picking the movie tonight. You two got the last picks. I'm feeling a bit in the mood for Nightmare on Elm street." I rolled my eyes, giving her a light nudge on her arm. "Okay, fine, we can watch the evil pedophile haunt teenagers dreams. You're lucky young Johnny Depp is in it." Maddie and Hannah walked out the room quick with haste, leaving me the only student left in the room with sir Daniel the hunk film teacher. Maybe daydreams do come true?

As predicted, Daniel's voice echoed the room as he beckoned me to his desk for a few words. "Ms. Sarian, how're you doing today?" Should I be honest or charming? My mouth began to move before I could even decide. "Uh, fine I guess? Why?" Daniel pulled a stack of exams from his files and began grading other students work. Hah! Look at that, Maddie got a low C grade! Can't wait to hang that over her for the next few days. "Well, I've been noticing you been coming into class late as of the past week. Something going on at home or anything you'd like to express? Teachers aren't just here to lecture you all day, we can offer you help if needed." The gesture was sweet and made my respect for Daniel that much higher. Why can't all men be like him? "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I blame my lack of will power to go to bed early at night. Between this, art, and gaming all hours of the night, I sort of let myself sleep in late sometimes." While this story had some truths to it, the real reason I was late today was because of Alanis singing You Oughta Know and it got me missing my recent ex boyfriend, Nathan. Boy howdy, let me tell you a little about Nathan. That man knows how to drive a girl wild. Literally. Nathan and I met sometime back when I first moved down to Woodsboro. I had fallen victim to Tinder due to the dryness I was feeling between my legs. I wanted someone who I could have as a casual hookup partner and that person just so happened to be Nate. It started off as casual sex here and there but then we found ourselves growing more and more bonded with each other. We have similar tastes in music, movies, hobbies, you name it. We made it official after the first couple of months of dating and he got along well with my whole family. So why breakup with Mr. Perfect? Well, it's not that I wanted to but I needed to.

Picture this scenario. You're at home, it's late at night, your parents are out for the night and your little brother is sleeping over at a friends house. You get a text from your boyfriend or lady friend if you're into women, and the text messages reads, "Wyd baby?" Seems like a simple innocent question to which you respond with, "Not much, just watching a movie at home. Going to bed soon. Wyd?" Expecting your partner to say something like "goodnight love," or "hope you get some rest," would be anyone's best guess. This was NOT the case for me. Instead I get a message that says, "You look so cute when you're looking so sleepy with your blanket cuddling you." Uhhhmm... excuse the fuck out of me? Is this guy watching me? I turned to look out the window and sure enough, there's Nathan watching me from across the street under a street lamp. Now I'm all for fun and kinky games but this gave me an immediate red flag. Sirens were going off in my head. I called him quickly to interrogate him, I demanded answers as to why and how long he'd been standing there watching me. His response sent chills down my spine and I'll never forget it. "I wanted to see what Ghostface sees when he stalks his prey..." I've never felt so scared in my entire life before and I'm from New York! I've seen some fucked up shit in my life but this was by far the worst feeling I had ever experienced. I never hung up so fast on someone and rushed myself to turn off all the lights in my house before locking myself in my bedroom. My phone began blowing up. While that might have made me feel wanted and special any other given day, that night was different. That night I had felt like a deer being hunted in the woods. Ding. Ding. Ding ding.. ding ding ding. I pulled out my phone to view the series of messages that were sent to me. "Babe," "Baby?" "C'mon babe," "it was a joke." "Can you please respond?" A joke? Is he fucking kidding me? A joke doesn't involve someone sending creepy ass messages when there's an actual serial killer out on the loose. Actually that does sound like a joke, but actually being outside someone's house watching them is where I draw the line. Suddenly the landline began to ring. Why we have one in the year 2022 still blows my damn mind. It was Nate, begging me to let him inside. After some back and forth arguing, I had let Nate in and explain his reasons for doing what he did. None of which made it any better. Shockingly enough, this didn't make me breakup with him. After that night, Nate started becoming super obsessive over me and the killer for that matter. It was almost every night we would talk about this Ghostface person and why they're killing their victims the way that they do. I never had the right answer for him. Just some sick, twisted asshole who gets off by hurting people. Going out with my friends started bothering him more than usual. Said he didn't trust the eyes of other men looking at me. I wasn't the cheating type but I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I did.

Daniel let out a soft sigh and leaned back into his chair. "Well, might I recommend some sleep gummies? Melatonin can help with those who have trouble sleeping." Yeah, too bad as a twenty five year old college student whose life only gets slightly more interesting at night, it's not likely it'll benefit for me. "I appreciate the concern Daniel but-" Daniel scoffed, I forgot how much he didn't like that I called him by his first name on a regular basis. "Why do you keep calling me by my first name? Please just call me Mr. Moore. It's more professional. Only my family and friends get to call me by my first name." I pouted and began to use a low, soft, mocking tone. "We're not friends, Danny?" I couldn't help but chuckle out loud when I saw his facial expression shift to mild annoyance. "What? I can't call you that either?" Daniel groaned. "I'd really rather you not." Turning towards the direction of the exit, I waved my hand above my head and said my goodbyes. "I'll see you later.. Mr. Moore." With that conversation said and done, I can finally head home and blast music so loud I can ignore the ringing in my ears from playing the music too loud. I love self sabotage. Walking back towards my car a small piece of paper was left under my windshield wiper. If some asshole has the time of day to waste to write me a note about my lazy parking, I'm officially killing myself and giving up hope on humanity in that order. Grabbing the mysterious note I began to unfold it expecting some Karen to tell me how I'm the reason this country is going downhill or some shit but boy was I wrong. So very wrong. In big bold red letters the note read "YOU CAN'T GET RID OF SOMETHING YOU CAN'T SEE." Now there's two options here for me. Option one, take this shit to the Dean of the school and make a report. Smart, reasonable. Option two, tell no one, scream inside my car and hurry home. Also reasonable, but probably a huge mistake on my part. Crumbling the piece of paper and tossing it aside, I hurried inside my car and drove as fast as I could to get home.

Suddenly being home alone felt confining and slightly uncomfortable. Every sound or creak I heard in the house sent my anxiety through the ceiling. I can't help but feel like I know who wrote that note and believe me when I say, I'm not ready to go through more trauma. If this is Nate then devil must be real because he definitely works fast with tormenting his victims. Finishing up my house chores, I couldn't feel more relieved to see the family come back home to live their hectic lives. It's amazing how any of us are able to function as a family. My mother worked as a nurse in the hospital and my father, a hard working electrician. Both hard workers to keep their two annoying ass children afloat in this crazy day of age. "Billie," my mother called out, "thank you for helping out around the house. I appreciate the help." I smiled and felt a sense of ease. My mother, strict as she may be, always had a softer side to her. I just always managed to somehow piss her off so seeing her happy was always a fun time. "Of course. I'm gonna hang out with the girls tonight. I'll probably stay the night at their dorm." I grabbed my car keys and packed bag full of clothes and makeup to put on once I've arrived to Maddie and Hannah's room. My mother looked up from her phone with a face full of concern. She was right to be worried about her only daughter. With some serial killer still at large who stalks his victims before killing them, it's hard not to feel like you could be next. "Okay.. just be careful and call me if you need anything." Walking out the door saying my goodbyes, I got into my car and started immediately blasting my playlist of the top 2000's pop music. I can't seem to ever get into the new music, the classics just bring me a nostalgic feeling. After a few minutes of pure bliss and vibing to Britney Spears, once again I was back at campus and ready to drink my problems away. Walking down the hallways at night was always a wild experience. Hearing girls laughing, crying, drinking or just jamming to music while they study. "Fuck me daddy! Yes, yes, yes!" Clearly someone was having a really good time. Can't say I feel the same as her right now, unfortunately. Finally reaching Maddie and Hannah's dorm, the smell of weed filled the room and invaded my lungs as I inhaled for air but was only introducing more smoke into my body. "Jesus, crack a widow. I can't see you through all this smoke." I waved my hand around the room trying my best to push the smoke outside the window. "Shut up and take a hit. We're trying to get cross faded once we start drinking at Matt's."

Yeah, clearly. I couldn't tell through the clouds of smoke I was breathing in. Lucky for me, I was not against smoking some gas. "Alright, fine. Pass me the bong. Hannah, you look cute by the way. Trying to catch some dick with Ryan again?" Hannah laughed sarcastically as I deeply inhaled a large amount of smoke, filling my lungs completely. "No, you rude ass bitch. I'm just trying to match Maddie's energy and look like a baddie. I like to toy with Ryan, he's so fun to mess with." Coughing up both of my now black lungs, I began to laugh. These two know how to make a mans heart stop just with looks alone. Watching them have a man melt into their palms was always entertainment to me. Too bad I don't have that affect on men. Would be pretty useful or maybe dangerous. Putting on the tight fit black dress Maddie had let me borrowed last week and getting my makeup done made me suddenly feel like a woman again. Finishing the look off with some black heels, I'd say I look like I was ready to cut a bitch if she tried to steal my non existent man. "Okay, sluts. Lets go while I'm still high as fuck. I'm feeling great." The sound of high heels hitting concrete echoed the parking lot. The cool breeze wafting the smell of different perfumes and weed in the air. Digging through my purse looking for my keys, a small flicker of ember in the corner of my eye caught my attention. A tall shadow figure leaning against the building holding what seemed to be a lit cigarette was looking towards my direction. I couldn't say for certainty since the shadow covered their chest and everything above. Just a pair of legs wearing black jeans and boots having a smoke break. "Hey, hurry up and open these doors! It's cold out here, I'm not exactly covered up head to toe." Maddie shouted from the other side of the car. "Yeah, okay! I'm getting the key!" Ripping the keys out from my clutter filled bag, I opened the doors for everyone and proceeded to start the car. Looking over to catch a final glance at the stranger as I started the car up, they were nowhere to be found. Must've been a student. Pushing this thought out of my mind, I looked over to my phone to find Matt's home address and drove towards our destination.

After what felt like driving for thirty minutes we made it to Matt's house where we were immediately greeted by Ryan and a few of his goons outside drinking by the door. "Okay, how do my tits look? Big, perky? Fuckable?" Maddie pulled the visor down to do her last minute touch ups in the tiny mirror, adjusting her breast to her liking. I rolled my eyes and smirked, grabbing her left breast giving it a light squeeze. "Yes, they look and feel like plastic. Lets go." Hannah laughed while Maddie glanced down at her tits giving a look of concern. "Hah, fucking hah. You bitches wish you could have my tits. They're my money makers." Ignoring Maddie's sly remarks and collecting all the booze, I couldn't help but stand in amazement while looking at the house completely decorated for Halloween. Matt and his family were major Halloween lovers. I couldn't blame them, it was my favorite holiday as well. "Welcome ladies! Here, let me get those drinks for you!" Hannah smiled as she handed off the booze to Ryan and his friends. "So, y'all ready to party and get fucked up?" We all looked at each other and chuckled knowing full well that was the plan. "Lets fuckin party bitches!"

[yourhorrorwhore]

Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Summary:  Life seemed endless and boring for college student Billie Sarian. Moving across the country from Rochester New York, to Woodsboro California might have been the worst idea ever made by the young college girls family. Or maybe a new life changing experience? Murder, mystery, and mayhem plagues this small town. With students dropping from left to right, Billie faces challenges a lot harder than mid terms. Question is, will she make it to finals?

Notes:  This story is going to be a classic slasher themed, murder, mystery, take based off the film series Scream. I'll try to keep the events up to date and based after the following Scream 5 movie. If you haven't seen it, then it's not my fault you read spoilers! Watch the damn movies. This story is purely for enjoyment and to any other Scream/Ghostface fans out there who dream of something as unorthodox as this happening to them.

                                               Chapter 1

                                            Life is Strange

You ever just lay in bed listening to music so loud and so depressing it makes you start to question the meaning of life? Okay hear me out. It's not my fault that listening to Alanis Morissette makes me question what the fuck I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Okay, maybe I should listen to something lighter. The Cure seems fair. Believe it or not, my life was never this dark and gloomy. I was a bright and happy child growing up. I'll never forget my fourteenth birthday back in Rochester. My mother thought about throwing me a surprise birthday party in the midst of my teenage angst years. While any other "normal" fourteen year old would love this, I was scared for the rest of my life. I was having a rough day at school at got covered in dog shit, yes, ACTUAL dog feces. How? Well, glad I get to relive this nightmare. I was a victim to bullying by three popular girls who were secretly jealous of me and they decided to remind me that I wasn't shit... Okay, no, that's a lie. What really happened was much more depressing than that. I was walking my clumsy ass self back home and while feeling like the world was out to get me, which I thought it was in the moment, I tripped over my clunky ass Dr. Martens which somehow were untied and ultimately landed into a fresh pile of dog shit. Just my luck huh? I'll stop here since we can all guess the following events.

Deciding it was time for a change of scenery, I quickly stood up and immediately felt like sitting back down due to the lack of iron in my body. Encouraging my legs to walk, I grabbed my cheap looking hobo bag and out the door I went. While grabbing a strawberry banana smoothie sounded perfect, I was in fact running late to class. Woodsboro is a small town with a small population. Needless to say, blaming traffic would just about equal me saying I'm the happiest person who lived. Not the most convincing statement. Silver lining throughout this was that I was only a short five minutes away from campus. The bad news was that I was only five minutes away from campus. "No excuses," my professor would be saying right about now. My thoughts were suddenly, rudely might I add, interrupted by my local news broadcasters. "A lovely story, Tom. Kittens are purrfect." I rather hit a tree than listen to that... "In other news, Woodsboro's infamous murderer Ghostface takes another victim. The death count is up to 5 now over the past 4 months. WPD has yet to make an official statement if this was in fact the serial killers doing or just a horrible accident. 26 year old, Kylie Reeds, was found dead in her dorm room by her roommate. 24 year old Kennedy Bells says she was coming back to their dorm after partying with a group of friends last night when she noticed their window was wide open and the bathroom door was cracked just wide enough to see a pool of blood on the floor. Reeds was found in the tub, with her wrists slit on both sides. A suicide or murder made to look like one?" Jesus Christ, am I listening to the local news or a fuckin episode of the Morbid podcast?

To my disappointment I made it to campus alive and undoubtedly in trouble. A quick glance to my right and I see a group of students huddled together where a small vigil was being held outside Kylie's dorm window. My first thought was, why the spot where the killer crept in during the middle of the night? Second thought was, I'm really going to hear it from David when I walk in late for lecture. Gathering my bag and scattered books on the passenger seat, taking a final deep breath of fresh air mixed with pumpkin spice, I managed to gather enough strength to get out my car and hurry to class. Ushering myself down the hall, I started sprinting down as fast as my stubby little legs could carry me. Arrived, says my internal GPS. I sit in between two of coolest human beings to grace the earth. Hannah Barkley and Maddie Springs. I met Hannah when I first moved to Woodsboro in a English class and she then introduced me to her badass bestfriend who everyone is convinced she's dating. Let me just say, the idea of these two dating would be sweet. They're polar opposites and well, opposites attract. Hannah is like innocent farm girl meets chic. Lives for natural tones and that whole aesthetic. Maddie is a goth babe. You know, the ones boys want to be hurt by and simp all day for. Maddie looked over towards me, a puzzled expression painted her soft, pale face. "Dude, where were you? You missed a big important announcement." Lifting my head outside of my book bag, I let out a sigh of frustration, pushing my hair behind ear before getting ready to explain why I'm a shitty student. "Oh you know.. I drank a venti coffee and it ran right through my ass. The usual. Why, what I miss?" Maddie chuckled, my sense of humor, bad as it is, somehow always managed to get a few laughs out of her. "Daniel said our next exam is going to cost us big time. If we fuck this up, our grade goes straight down the shitter." I couldn't help but laugh coyly and cross my arms above my chest. "Oh yeah? Guess I won't have to worry unlike you, little miss puts everything off until the last minute." Hannah gave me a light punch on my right arm. "Hey, you know that's not her fault. Maddie's got a lot of shit to handle at home." Hannah was right. Maddie comes from a more abusive household. Her father, a drunken asshole who makes it his personal job to lash out his anger and frustration onto Maddie every time he goes out to drown his sorrows in a bottle. Her mother had taken her own life by hanging herself in the bedroom. Maddie was the one who found her... The only closure she had was a note left by her mother that read, "I love you my sweet baby girl. I'll always watch over you. I'm going to a much better place now. Take care of yourself my angel." Ever since that day, Maddie lost all faith in anything holy. She swore that if there was a God then he would have stopped her mother from taking her own life.

Scribbling down the lecture notes into my journal that was left by Daniel on the board as fast as I could, I began to wonder about Kylie and what her last moments were like. My thoughts could never be anything pure like cute bunnies or soft kittens. No, I had to always be stuck on the more twisted shit. "Hey so, you guys heard about Kylie Reeds right? Any hot gossip float towards you guys?" Hannah had a face that read sadness and pure empathy towards Kylie. "No," Hannah spoke softly. "But I keep hearing talk from the other students that her room mate Kennedy swears she would never take her own life like that. She said Kylie hated the sight of blood and killing herself like that wouldn't make any sense." While that seems fair, there's no telling what really could of happened. Maybe it was a murder made to look like a suicide. Or maybe Kylie couldn't handle the pressure of being the most wanted hot chick on campus. Either way we look at it still doesn't hide the fact that what happened to her was horrible. While she might have come off a little bitchy at times to other women who she deemed a threat to her status, she didn't deserve to go out that way. I tried to push these intrusive thoughts aside and glanced towards Daniel. That man can cut glass with his jawline. While he may be 6 years older than me, thirty one never looked so damn sexy. He had such a simple yet attractive style to him. Always nice, cut and clean. Dirty blonde hair, green eyes, built muscular yet still managed to keep a slim frame. Ladies did I forget to mention the man is six foot four? I felt myself start to squirm in my seat and fantasize about Daniel walking over to me in an empty classroom, ripping my clothes off in the heat of passion, fistful of hair gripping tightly to tilt my head back. "Did you do your homework like a good girl?" I begged and asked for an extension on my essay knowing full well I still wouldn't do it. "Guess you need to be pun-" My explicit thoughts came to a sudden halt when the sound of Carrol Vanders annoying ass voice broke the silence in the room. I had to hold back the urge to run over to her and smack her across the face for ruining the best daydream ever. "Mr. Moore? Do you think these Stab films have influencing all these serial killers to commit these murders?" At least it was a fair question. Had it not been, I might have actually started swinging. "Ms. Vanders, is this about last night?" Read the room Daniel. People are dying in this town. Kylie being the fifth victim as well as being the second student from the school to be dead. I think it's safe to say students are getting worried about their surroundings.

Daniel removed his glasses, tossing them lightly onto a pile of papers as he walked towards the center of the room, I felt my heart began to beat faster. Fortunately for me it wasn't the only thing pulsating. "Look, guys.. let me level here with you all." Daniel took a brief pause and slowly pushed his hands through his hair, locking his fingers together behind his head before he spoke. "I know that there are rumors going around about what happened last night. I, myself, along with the staff here are all feeling a bit on edge considering the circumstances. Now, I can't say for sure if this was a suicide or.. or not. The police are working on this case and doing everything they can. For now, I encourage everyone to stick together and don't wonder off alone. Especially at night. This creep seems to like to stalk his victims when they're alone." Silence flooded the room. It was so quite you could hear the toilets flush down the hall. Daniel walked over to Carrol's desk and crouched in front of her, his charming features capturing her attention. "To answer your question though, yes. I do believe I can say without a doubt these movies are in fact influencing these series of murders." I had to agree. While I enjoy a good slasher film, the first few stab movies were based off true events. I couldn't help but feel some sort of guilt for the victims who lived through it and the families who grieved their lost ones. The story of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher haunts this small town and for good reason. Moving from a relatively large city to a small town with a lot of history can be a bit jarring at first, especially since this happy looking town has been nicknamed "murderville." Daniel stood up and began to continue on with his lecture about the different type of film genres and which one we felt a deeper connection to. Daniel's passion to film was always amusing to watch from a far. Seeing how deeply he loved the way things go into production to put together an enjoyable film for all those to witness made me wish I had a passion as deep as his. Unfortunately I was still unclear as to what I wanted to major in. I only have till the end of this semester to figure that out. No pressure there at all. Maddie sent me a screenshot of a party invite sent by one of her "ghoul" friends, clearing letting me know that she wants to go out and get absolutely blasted. I couldn't blame her. So did I. "Fuck is this, Maddie? A party invite? After what Daniel just talked about?" I spoke in a low tone but clear enough for her to hear my frustration. "Yes, I know the timing looks bad but Matt and Ryan have been planning this for weeks. You think they planned having a death popping up so suddenly? C'mon, it's going to be at Matt's place not on campus. Please, please, please come? Hannah said she's still coming, right Hanni?" I looked over towards Hannah giving her my best disappointed parent expression. "I mean, she's right. Matt and Ryan have been planning this out for a while now.. plus I already bought a shit tone of booze. Would be a waste to stay in my dorm and not drink any of it." Hannah had the look of innocence on her side but she was far from it. Now, I won't call her a whore but she's kind of a whore. Hannah's body count had officially gone up to 20 men within a month. Her excuse was that she loved the feeling of being with someone in such an intimate way that a simple dildo couldn't do for her.

"Okay, okay. I'll go. I swear to anything and everything holy, if I end up a missing person, I'm haunting you both till the end of time." We shared a light laugh and started to make plans for the weekend. "What should I wear? My fashion hasn't exactly been too up to modern standards." It wasn't a lie. I could be wearing a trash bag over my head and if someone said it looked good on me, I wouldn't object to them. "Something dark, something slutty but not too slutty. That's my job. Wearing something that says, I'm available but not that desperate for a dick." Shoot me in the fucking face, what the fuck did she just say to me? "Okay, so wear something black and cute?" This should be simple enough for me since I had little to no color in the closet or just life in general. "Yes, exactly what I just said. You're finally understanding now." While I loved listening to her speak about her taste in fashion and the different shades of black, class began to finally pick up and Daniel was shooting us a death glare noticing we weren't listening to a single damn word he spoke to the rest of the class. We immediately turned ourselves forward and began to finish out his lectures. Oh how life can be so complicated and strange sometimes.

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