Sociopaths and Serial Killers

BY: Montana

Disclaimer: I do not own Jean-Claude, Richard, Anita, Edward, or anything else that belongs to LKH.

Author Note: This is set after Obsidian Butterfly.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing, Olaf?”

Olaf leaned on the doorjam leading into the kitchen nonchalantly, all seven feet of him clad in black. “The gun is not necessary, Anita. I am just here for a visit.” However, the gun did not waver. “Very well, do as you wish.”

“I will.” He made a move to step forward. “No no no, stay where you are.” He decided not to move. “Why are you here, Olaf?”

“I came to invite you to go hunting with me.”

I frowned. “No thanks.”

He smiled. “Very well. Then I will hunt you.” Something banged into the kitchen window, making me jump and turn my attention for just a second. When I turned back to Olaf, he was gone. Shit. I looked back to the window. There was nothing there. But Olaf was out there. Somewhere. Hunting me. Double shit.

There was one thing to do that came immediately to mind. I went to the phone, and dialed up the number Edward had given me. A beep sounded, and I left my message. “Edward, its Anita. Olaf is in town, I might need your help. Please call soon.”

The phone rang thirty seconds after I left my message. “Anita.”

“Edward.”

“How do you know Olaf is in town?”

“Because he showed up here. I was pointing my gun at him about two minutes ago.” There was a silence over the phone. “Edward?”

“What did he say, Anita?”

“He asked me to go hunting with him. When I said no thanks, he said he would hunt me.”

“And why didn’t you shoot him?”

“Because he disappeared, in the span of a few seconds.”

There was another silence, but a shorter one that he broke himself. “Are you sure he’s not in the house?”

It was my turn to freeze. I suddenly hated having such a large house, with a large ground floor, upstairs, and basement. Shit. “I think so,” I said shakily.

“You’re not sure.” It wasn’t a question.

“I don’t know, Edward.”

He sighed shakily over the phone. “Then just get out of the house, Anita. Don’t even try to sweep it, there are too many hiding spots. I’ve seen your house. Just get out, get into your jeep, and go to a hotel. Don’t even bother to pack. I’ll be in St. Louis in about six hours, and I’ll find you. Just hang tight.” There was real emotion in his voice, something I never hear from Edward.

“You’re scared.” He laughed harshly.

“Aren’t you?”

“Hell yeah.”

“What weapons do you have on you?”

“The browning, firestar, back knife, and wrist knives.”

“Ok, that should be good for now. Don’t even go up to your room to get more ammo or weapons. I’ll provide toys. God, I’ll provide everything. I’m so sorry Anita.”

“For what?”

“For introducing you to that monster. Do you have your cell phone?”

“In the car.”

“I’ll call you in about ten minutes.”

“Ok.”

“Anita?”

“Yeah?”

”I,” there was a pause over the phone once again. I waited for the next words, curious if they would be as deepseated with emotion as his others. “I’ll see you soon. Stay alive.”

“Roger.”

We both hung up. Which left me with the task at hand. Getting to the car alive.



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