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 out of the shower, wrapped only in a fluffy white towel, surprised to see Edward still in my room. He was standing, leaning on the window trim, looking out the window, his back to me. “My name, Anita,” he said in a quiet, but serious tone.

I was suddenly confused, and my _expression showed as much. He didn’t turn to face me. “What, Edward? What about your name.”

“That’s what you said in your sleep. My name. Edward.” He turned back to look at me, his eyes intense.

“Oh. I did?”

“Yes.” He walked to me, moving as lithely as any predator. “Why would you call out my name at 4:07 at night, Anita?” His voice was hushed. He was searching for answers now.

“I must have been dreaming. 4:07? You were still awake?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Stupid question. He was keeping watch.

He paused, but then answered. “I was listening to you breathe,” he whispered, and walked out of the room, running a finger across my bare back just above the towel as he exited the room without looking back. Gooseflesh raised on my skin. I quickly changed. Black bra, matching panties. Black polo shirt, black leather belt, dark blue jeans with black nikes. I put on my weapons too, the browning in the shoulder holster, firestar in the uncle mikes at the small of my back. Knives at my back and wrists. Life was good. I glanced at the clock. Holy shit! It was twelve o’clock! I had slept in really late this time. I was surprised Edward had stayed with me that long.

I walked down the hall to the kitchen, hoping lunch was in order. I was frickin’ hungry. I didn’t bother to put on any makeup. Somehow I thought Edward would like me better that way. I walked into the living room to find Edward fully dressed. Pity. He leaned against the wall nonchalantly. He was wearing dark blue jeans, and a white button down short sleeve shirt. I was glad it didn’t have any of those corny cowboy designs on the pockets or anything. I would have made him change. He was wearing his well used hiking boots, and his belt had a medium sized gold and silver belt buckle on it. When I looked closer I saw it had an eagle flying in the middle of the intricate designs on it. Appropriate, I guess, for Ted. How patriotic. What did you expect, a skull and cross bones? Or maybe a confederate flag… That thought made me smile, once again trying not to giggle. I lost, a small burst of laughter escaped me.

Edward furrowed his brow. “You know, for someone who’s the target of a psychopath who wants to cut you up, girl, you sho’ laugh a lot.” He put the southern drawl into it.

That made me smile too. “Well, I’ve already cried enough, don’t you think? Besides, why shouldn’t I laugh? I’ve got death on my side, he wont let Olaf kill me.” I found myself talking about yet another one of Edward’s personas in third person. I saw something flash in his eyes, an emotion that appeared suddenly, and disappeared just as quickly.

“Do you want to go to lunch?”

I nodded. “Food sounds good.”

“Then let’s go.” I nodded, starting for the door. Edward cleared his throat with a loud ahem. I furrowed my brow, then it hit me. The browning was in plain view. I knew that was how you were supposed to carry concealed in NM, but I still didn’t like going around with the big gun in plain sight. The knife sheaths too. There wasn’t any way in hell I was going to wear a hot jacket in this heat. It was only noon, and I could feel the heat pressing against the house. It was starting to get stuffy in here. Where was the frickin’ air conditioner now? I was almost freezing last night. Of course, the nights did get really cold around here anyways. I wasn’t sure if I liked New Mexico a whole lot.

I growled, heading back for my room. “Now I have to change my whole fucking outfit because of this God damned New Mexico heat,” I grumbled under my breath. I heard Edward laugh softly behind me.

I ended up putting on an over shirt that was short sleeved. I strapped one of the knives to my ankle, and left one behind. Now I was ready. So I guess Edward just had to grab his cowboy hat, and we would go.



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