I saw her sitting on the bus as it passed my living room window. She would be on of mine. Where I ever to do the things I do in my mind.
-In my mind-
The bus stops out side my house, I see her there in the front of the bus. My bus pass is always in my pocket so it is easy to board the bus.
I take a seat in the middle near the side exit. It is simple to watch her without being noticed. When she exits the bus I slip out the side.
She walks down the street I follow on the opposite side of the street hanging back half a block.I see her take out her key and enter a house. I note the address and keep walking.
Over the next six weeks I take the busses around the area scouting it out. I note any activity at her address.
I am lucky she lives alone though roommates or family wouldn’t have stopped me. She takes out her garbage leaving the door open as she walks to the ally.
That is when I slip inside. I find her room and wait under her bed for her to fall asleep. Silently I slide out with my cloraphorm and a rag.
I only knock her out long enough to take her to the basement, gag her and collect anything I like from around her house.
When I return down stairs and wake her. With a knife I trace her veins. I tell her that by morning she will be dead. She fights against the restraints but its no use. The more the fights, the mort panic I see in her eye the more excited I get. I feel the electricity coursing through me living in my skin reaching to the pit of my soul.
I make the first cut, its just a small nic on her cheek. The scarlet liquid mixes with her tears trickling to her ear. I make another nic then another.
3 hour after the first nic it is time. I get the cup from my bag and elevate her feet. She struggles but she is weak, I put the cup against her neck. Leaning in I whisper in her ear “It is time. I will count down from 3 and then I will slit the jugular veins and the carotid arteries in your neck.”
I begin the count down nice and slow then draw my blade along the veins. My cup fills quickly.
I pack up my bag then sit back to watch her blood spell onto the cement floor, sipping from my cup.
