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.

The car phone rang, scaring me half to death. I picked it up. “Hello?”

“Anita, its Edward.” It had only been five minutes, not ten. Edward was getting a little jumpy.

“Hi.”

“You sound shaky. Are you alright?”

“Physically, yes. Mentally, I’m about to have a breakdown. He was in the house, Edward. He was waiting for me in my bedroom.” Once again, that silence. “Edward?”

“I’ll say it again, Anita. I’m so sorry.”

“As long as I make it out of this alive, you’ll be forgiven.”

He laughed. Short, abrubt, harsh. “I suppose that’s good to know.”

“He’s already started killing people, Edward. He threw me a hand. It was small, pale, about what my hands look like. I think he killed someone who resembled me.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Should I call the police?”

“No.”

“But then that hand is going to rot on my carpet. Someone will find it, and get a little suspicious.”

“Anita, I doubt you will even have a house come morning.”

“What do you mean?”

“Olaf will probably burn it to the ground.” My eyes widened. I said nothing for a long time. “Are you still there, Anita?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. Do you really think he’ll burn the house?”

“Yes. Don’t call the cops, let them call you when they find your house in ashes.”

I sighed. “I really don’t want to lose the house,” I said absently.

“Its better than losing your life. Just think, Anita. If you call the cops, they’ll go down there, and Olaf might possibly kill them. He’ll be gone in the morning. All will be safer.”

I sighed. “Until he takes his next victim.”

Edward sighed as well. “I don’t know what to do about that, Anita.”

“Neither do I.” There was a long silence over the phone, before Edward asked, “What hotel are you going to stay in?”

“What what? No investigative work? You’re just going to ask? That’s almost as bad as you using a key to open a door and not picking the lock.”

“Please don’t push it Anita. Its just easier this way. Do you have a hotel in mind?”

“I was thinking the Holiday Inn Express.”

“No, too small. Too easy. Go for a bigger one with more security.”

“Any suggestions?”

“I know a place.”



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