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.

I drew the browning, and started for the front door. My ears were open, my eyes darted around. Never had I been so scared in my life. Not even hunting vampires. Not even while facing Serephina, or Nickolaos. Not even when Richard shifted on top of me at the Lupanar. This great suspense, the terror in my heart might kill me before I ever get to the car, or before Olaf ever gets to me.

That one door jam, that one corner. I just had to walk through the kitchen door, and the rest was virtually right there. My car keys were in my pocket. I was ready to go. I stopped about a yard away from the door jam. The adrenaline was rushing. Olaf could be right behind that wall, waiting for me. I got up my nerve, and I dove, lower than anyone would expect or aim a knife. I skid across the linoleum, to see that no one was there behind the wall. My eyes traveled up the stairs, scanning the doors up there. The adrenalin rush doubled in amount. There he was, his head peeking out of the doorway of my room, watching me. I was frozen, too surprised and too scared to move. Edward had been right. He was still in the house. He had been in my room waiting for me. He tossed something down at me, and disappeared back into my room, out of the way of a bullet. It bounced down the stairs, and landed a few feet in front of me. It took me a few moments to make sense of what I was seeing. It was a hand. Petite and pale, it could have been mine. He had already killed someone, someone who looked like me.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t shriek. I didn’t squeal. I ran. I got up and ran out the door. I hit the button on my key chain that unlocked the doors with a little bleep bleep as I ran. I slid into the driver’s seat of the jeep, and locked all the doors once again, and started up the jeep. I glanced up at my bedroom window. There was Olaf, just standing there, staring down at me from my window. He had one of my penguins in his hand, and an evil smile on his face as he watched me back out the drive, out of sight.

I would not be going back there for a long time. A very long time. At least, not without Edward at my side. He was the only one good enough that I would trust.



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