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.

We went outside. “I’ll give you a fifteen minute head start, Anita. Then the hunt begins. We’ll find out once and for all who’s better.”

“You’re crazy, Edward.”

“Maybe.”

With that I fled into the mesquite thorns, chaparral bushes, and other various underbrush. How many god forsaken plants with thorns growing on them could there possibly be in one state? Because I must have stepped on or brushed up against about half of them. I jogged on for about five minutes until I realized I needed a plan, if I wanted to survive this. Spotting a patch of big green leafy yucca plants, the inspiration hit me.

The yucca plants were growing in a flat creek bed that I had wandered into. It looked familiar. There was some clear space. Lots of it, actually. I jogged down the creek bed a ways, farther than the eye could see at just a glance from the yucca plants. Then I climbed up the bank and back tracked up to the yucca, walking in the grasses where my tracks wouldn’t be so visible. I hid in the yucca plants, which happened to be spiny too, and I waited.

Edward walked by my bush. I had a split second to decide if I would shoot him, or stab him. I did something totally different. I sprang from the yucca plant, tackling him to the ground, hoping he didn’t shoot me. We rolled around, trying to get the upper hand. In the end I ended up on top sitting on his rock hard abdomen. I had drawn my knife, I held it at his throat lightly. The threat was there, just resting against the skin, but not cutting. Not even dimpling the flesh. Similarly, he had drawn his knife from somewhere as well. Lying down on the ground staring up at me with those cool blue eyes, he held the tip of his knife just against the skin between my ribs.

My lower lip trembled, and only partly with anger from how stupid this whole thing was. “There, we both win. Happy? I could have killed you, you could have killed me. We would have died together, equals, but one big waste.” I tossed away my knife, it landed a few feet away in the sand.

I looked into those ice blue eyes, and I didn’t see anger. Or disappointment. I saw pride. Pride that I hadn’t slipped, pride that we were equals. Still, Edward didn’t move. “Are you going to kill me, Edward?”

With a flick of his wrist, the knife thrummed in a nearby tree. “We’re equals. Anita, I just had to know.”

“Well now you know.” I began to stand up, but Edward grabbed my legs behind the knees, making me fall on top of him again, and he sat up quickly as he pulled me down, so we were face to face in seconds. It must have hurt to have my sitting body weight grinding him down into the hard desert gravel, rock, and sand of the creek bed, not to mention the various cacti he could have been sitting on. But he showed no sign of pain. Being this close to Edward was taking an intoxicating toll on my body. And I was beginning to think it wasn’t just the celibacy.

“I’m glad you didn’t cut my throat, Anita.”

“Oh really,” I said sarcastically. “And why would that be?”

He leaned in, and whispered above my lips. “Because I wasn’t going to stab you between the ribs.” He pressed his lips to mine in a semi-gentle kiss. He drew back to look at me, to see my reaction. Which was to lean into him, kissing him back.



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