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.

“Olaf again?” Edward asked.

I shook my head. “No. Jean-Claude.”

Edward narrowed his eyes, staring at the dark highway. “So can we kill him now?”

I sighed. “No, Edward.”

“I had to ask.”

“I know.” Silence ensued for some time. “So Jean-Claude was the one who put out a contract on Obsidian Butterfly?”

“Yes.”

“He was hoping she would win, you know.”

“I know. And she didn’t win.”

“You know?”

“Of course. The vampire wouldn’t care if I died. It would just be one more nuisance out of his hair. One less man to be jealous of.”

“You knew he was jealous of you?”

“Of course, Anita.”

“How?”

“It’s common sense. Richard too. Because when you’re in trouble, who’s always there for you? Who are you almost always with?”

“You.”

“Exactly. Wouldn’t you be jealous if you were them?”

“I guess. It’s white knight syndrome. They want to be the white knight, but instead they have to watch you ride to the rescue time and time again.”

“You’re beginning to get guy psychology, Anita.”

“I think I should be scared.”

“Probably. So why can’t we kill Jean-Claude again?”

“Because I said no.”

“Ah, but he wanted to kill me. So that’s self defense, isn’t it?”

“Edward. No. You won, Obsidian Butterfly is dead.”

“Yeah yeah.”

I decided to change the subject. “So what’s the plan? How are we going to get rid of Olaf and the guys in black?”

“I’m going to run my lines and try to find out who these MIB are, and Olaf’s where abouts. He hasn’t killed anyone lately, so either he’s gone back to Germany, or he is keeping a low profile.”

“But I’m the bait, right? And if no one knows where this cabin is, then how are we going to get Olaf?”

“I want to get rid of the BMW men in black first. Then Olaf. We’ll try to take it a step at a time.”

“Ok.” Silence ensued for a few minutes. “Will catching Olaf include using me as bait?”

Edward sighed, glancing over to me. “Probably.” I nodded, but didn’t say anything. “It’ll be alright, Anita. I wont let him hurt you. You know that. He wants to kill you up close an personal, and that gives us an advantage. True?”

“True.”

“How much longer of a drive?”

“About three more hours. You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“No, that’s ok. I think I’ll stay awake until count chocula goes to sleep.”

“That will be dawn.”

“I know.”



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