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.

Edward had already had the return flight scheduled, for Ted Forrester and Katherine Schumaker. He had the fake id and everything. I remembered the last time we did this, I was Anita Lee. But I guess he didn’t even want to risk my first name being on a paper somewhere, that Olaf could follow. But he did use my middle name, which semi-helped with responding to the right name.

Somehow, he got the weapons onto the plane. I had no clue how it passed the scanners, especially after September 11th. Actually, it was darn right scary. Luckily, Edward wasn’t into high jacking planes. Here’s to hoping other people who were aren’t as good as Edward.

I had grabbed my wallet with my real id and credit cards and stuff out of the car before Olaf blew it up. But my spare browning and spare uzi were toast. Damn it.

The unpleasant flight seemed to last unbearably long, but eventually that hellish experience was over with. Edward had parked Airpark, so he had the hummer. We flew into Sante Fe, so it would be a shorter drive than the last time I flew into New Mexico. But that time had been on business, when I owed Edward a favor. And after all this was over, I wondered if I would owe Edward another favor. I certainly hoped not, it was his fault Olaf even knew me. And I knew he was feeling the guilt.

But, I was still feeling numb. So I wouldn’t make him feel guilty just yet. He threw the bag into the back hatch of the Hummer, and unlocked the doors. We climbed inside, and as soon as the Hummer was started he fired up the AC. It was freaking hot in Sante Fe. And I didn’t CARE if it was supposed to be a dry heat. When its over 90 degrees, it just stops mattering. And something else surprised me that turned on automatically, when the power went on. The radio. The radio not only had been on when Edward was last in the Hummer, but he had been listening to country music!

I smiled. Grinned, actually. “Ted listens to country music?”

Edward paused when he realized I might make fun of him for this. “Yes,” he simply answered.

“And does Edward?” He smiled slightly.

“Sometimes.”

“And was Ted or Edward driving this thing last?”

Edward finally turned his blue eyes to look at me. There was slight amusement on his face, sparkling in his eyes, his lips curved in a smile. I had never noticed how fascinating his lips were, when curved into a smile. “Edward was.”

I shook my head with a smile. “It is just too weird to ask you about Ted and Edward, and know I’m pretty much talking about two different people.”

Edward smiled again. “You’d be surprised, Anita. I’ve played Ted for so long, he almost seems like a part of me now. A distant part, to be sure, but still a part.”

I nodded. That would explain the increased display of emotions this trip so far. Edward reached for the dial to turn the radio off, but I caught his hand. “No, keep it. I kind of like it.”

He nodded with a slight smile, and put the Hummer into gear, pulling out of the parking lot. We drove down the highway a little while. As we approached an exit, he turned to me, as if breaking out of a trance. “Um…do you want to go shop for some clothes or something? I don’t have anything around the house that will fit you.”

I nodded. “Yeah, that would be nice. I don’t think I can wear these for TOO much longer,” I said sarcastically, looking down at my dirty clothes. They felt dirty. Not really from dirt, but from sweat, and just wearing them in general.

Edward pulled off onto the exit. I was going clothes shopping with Death! Yipee! Or Edward. Or Ted. Or maybe all three. I thought about what Edward had said. Were he and “Ted” really beginning to meld into one person? That wouldn’t really be a bad thing. But it would be odd, because Edward seemed like such an unchanging rock at times. But humans aren’t rocks, and even Edward is human.





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