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 woke up again around 9:00. The house seemed empty without the silent shadow of Edward moving about. I wasn’t mad at him for leaving, but I was annoyed. And I wasn’t annoyed at him for leaving me, although that was in there, but I was pturbed that he had left me out of the fun. I walked to the kitchen for breakfast in sweat pants an a t-shirt, wearing my knives but not the guns yet. Now that Edward wasn’t here, I was a little bit more on the edge. Every bump on the side of the house was something out to get me.

It finally got to the point where I had to sit down on the couch to calm my nerves. “Shit Anita, there’s no reason for you to be this jumpy,” I scolded myself. But I had this feeling that raised the hairs on the back of my neck, that I didn’t like at all. Suddenly two hands clamped down on my arms, pinning my arms to my sides. I didn’t waste time screaming or squirming or going for a weapon. I knew I couldn’t reach them anyway. I kicked up and behind me, landing a kick in what felt like a shoulder. I had bare feet and no leverage, it didn’t do much but make my aggressor grunt. “No no, Anita. That will not work with me,” said Olaf, heaving me up and over the couch. I screamed, kicking my feet, trying to break free.

I knew I was good at struggling, I had done it enough. But it didn’t do any good. When I tried to drop all my weight to the ground, Olaf just held me up, seemingly effortlessly. “You are such a coward, Olaf. You had to wait for Edward to leave before you could try to kill me again.”

“I am not a coward. But I am cautious, like you.”

“Coward.” I landed a kick in his knee with my heel. Olaf quickly changed his hold, so his one arm was wrapped around my torso, holding my arms dormant. His other arm went around my neck, slowly cutting off my air and my circulation. My vision slowly started to black out, like looking through a tunnel.

“Sleep, my sweet. We have a big night ahead of us,” I heard Olaf say in a malicious tone. His voice sounded far away, and I passed out to the sound of his laughter.

***

Gritty. Hard ground. Sand. Dark. Cool breeze on my face. Couldn’t feel my hands. I opened my eyes, to look up at the night sky, stars dotting the dark velvet blanket. There was a hot orange light off to the right, I could see it out of the corner of my eye. I sat up. My hands were tied, as were my ankles. Olaf sat to the right of me, staring at me across from a fire. He stood up, and I tried to roll away from him, trying to find a big enough rock to smash him with that would do some damage. The knife sheaths were of course, gone. Why are people always taking those away from me? Don’t answer that question.

“Don’t roll away too far, Anita, you might have a nasty fall,” Olaf said, laughing. I glanced in the direction I was rolling. I couldn’t see what he was talking about. I sat up again, craning my neck. There was a drop off, and drop off was putting it lightly. The edge dropped, a good thirty feet at least. That was as far as I could see in the night.

Olaf stood, looming over me. He smiled, and I was suddenly very very afraid. He then turned his back on me, walking to a table I didn’t notice before. Lined up upon it was a row of knives and other various sharp implements of destruction. There was even one that looked like an oversized corkscrew. This was a fucking kit for fucking torture. But I did not scream. Heap big vampires do not scream. And they do not wait around for anyone to save them. I had to get out of this.


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