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 walked into the kitchen. “You’re up early,” said Edward.

“Early? Its 9:00.”

He shrugged. “I know you like to sleep though.”

I nodded, and turned to the kitchen table. There at where I assumed was my plate for obvious reasons, was a little fuzzy stuffed penguin, with a little blue bow around his neck. I picked it up with a grim smile. “Something to restart your penguin collection,” he said, his back still turned to me as he made breakfast.

I closed my eyes. Damn it to hell. Why was I tearing up so easy lately? That alone might have been a death sentence for Olaf.

Edward turned back to look at me, the smile on his face quickly faded. “Damn, Anita. It was supposed to make you happy. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

He set down the spatula on the stove, and walked over to me. “No, I like it. I…It’s just…” I hugged the penguin to my chest. Edward touched my shoulder. When I didn’t flinch or move away he wrapped his arms around me.

I let him hold me, and cried, sobbed. I wrapped my arms around his torso and held him too me. I cried for me, and for the women who fell victim to Olaf’s sick obsession. I cried because I didn’t have a home. But as I stood there in Edward’s arms, strangely, it did feel like home. It was the closest thing I had to it.



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