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.

That place turned out to be the biggest and most expensive hotel in the St. Louis area. Leave it to Edward. He said he would pay the bill. Which was fine with me, even though I could have afforded it.

It didn’t take long to settle into the room, considering I hadn’t packed anything. I had my cell phone situated on the nightstand, waiting for Edward or the police to call. It was only a matter of time.

I couldn’t sleep, so out of boredom I turned on the TV. “REAL CRIMES” flashed across the screen. That male voice that all TV shows seem to use said, “Five women of different backgrounds, from all different parts of the United States. But what do they have in common? Quite a lot, actually. All petite, pale skin, brown eyes, dark hair, and…all dead.” I shut my eyes tight. Five dead. Probably not counting who ever the hand had belonged to. Shit. I turned off the tv, sickened, not wanting to hear it. I had six hours to pass, and not a whole lot to do. I was very tired, but didn’t want to fall asleep. But still, sleep pulled at the world. I laid down, telling myself it would only be a nap as I fell into a deep sleep, with weapons and all.

***

A strong hand shook my shoulder gently. “Anita.” My eyes opened immediately at the sound of Edward’s voice.

“Did you just get here?”

“No, I watched you sleep for about an hour. You were muttering about Richard and Jean-Claude a lot in your sleep.” He didn’t seem too pleased about that. I knew he wanted to kill both of the monsters in my personal life. Maybe the only reason he hadn’t done it yet was that I might die too.

“I don’t know why. They’re not on my mind in a positive way lately.”

Edward raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” I nodded. “And why not?”

I sighed. “Because I broke it off with both of them.” Edward grinned like the Cheshire cat. “This just makes your night, doesn’t it?”

He shrugged with a smirk. “Seeing you alive and in one piece is the best, but that news runs a close second,” he said, sitting down on the bed next to me. I scooted over so there was room. There was only one bed in the room, I guess we would be sharing. If Edward slept at all. And I surprisingly found that that didn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

I sat up and swung my feet around the side of the bed. “So are we in for the night?”

“For the night, yes. But I want to leave as early as possible tomorrow morning. If you don’t get a call from the cops before 10:30, we’re gone.”

“Fair enough. Where are we going?”

“Back to my house. If Olaf wants to start this, we’ll do it on my turf.”

I looked up into Edward’s eyes. They were cold icy blue, but they were cold with emotion, and not lack of it. I nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

I started to peel off my various weapons, starting with the knives at my wrists. “So how are things with Donna?”

Suddenly Edward’s eyes went cold, this time with lack of emotion. It was his Death mask, the unfeeling expression. “She left with the kids, not long after the Riker incident. She got too close of a look at what I really am, and decided she didn’t want to marry me.”

I touched his hand. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “Its probably for the better.” I nodded in agreement. “I can let go of Donna, easily enough. But I will miss the kids. Peter. Becca. Especially Becca.” I nodded once again, and squeezed his hand.

“But I suppose its good Donna found out what kind of a person you are, before things went too far. Imagine getting a divorce over this.”

“Very true, Anita. People like us, we don’t fit in well with innocent people.”

I drew my hand away to take off the rest of my weaponry. The firestar. The browning. I shrugged the straps of the long knife at my back off of my shoulders. I could feel Edward watching me. “Is that all?” he asked teasingly.

“I know you’re carrying more.”

“Yes I am.”

***

Edward let me borrow one of his oversized “Ted” T-shirts for a nightshirt. He slept in his boxers. I found myself noticing his well toned chest and his sculpted ab muscles. I had never noticed before. Was it the celibacy, the fact that both the boys were out of the picture, or maybe both.

Edward had actually picked me up and put me on the other side of the bed, furthest from the door. Normally I would have protested, but with Olaf in town, not tonight. Tonight I wouldn’t mind having Edward between me and the big scary things. Because he was a damn fine man to hide behind, in more ways than one.



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