The morning light shining though the males window made him groan lightly. He didn't want to get up, and he sure as hell didn't want to do anything that involved being around people. He just wanted to stay in bed, and just forget that the world existed for the time being. That's when he felt another body next to him. He looked over at the naked woman, and a small smirk passed over his lips. “It's time to wake up sleeping beauty” he said softly, leaning over and kissing the side of her head, feeling her stir.
“I don't want too.. It's warm here, and you deserve a day to stay in bed, with me” she cooed back. The male just rolled his eyes. This woman was already getting attached to him, and he didn't like it. She was just a one night stand anyway. When you lived in this shit town, you didn't get too attached to people. There were a small few children of famous serial killers living here, and people didn't even know it. That's how blind people really were to things like this. This woman included.
“You don't get it do you? I want you out of my bed, and out of my apartment” he hissed, as he rolled onto his side, and pushed himself to his feet. He found his jeans and pulled them on. He stood there shirtless looking down at her. She had been beautiful last night, but he had been drunk as shit. Looking at her now, was a different feeling. The woman rolled onto her back, and pulled the sheets up around her. “Are you serious?” she snapped back. There was a fire in her, and he admired that.
“Yes I am serious. You weren't nothing but a one night stand to me. I want you gone, right now” he said. The woman shook her head, and sat up. Her dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. “You don't mean that. I know you felt something with me, so why are you denying it? Come back to bed, hold me, and we can forget that this is even happening” she said. She was nearly begging. The male shook his head, and ran his hands though his hair. He was losing his temper.
The woman saw the look on his face, and he could tell she was getting scared. He walked over to her side of the bed, grabbed the back of her head, and yanked her head back. “You are gonna wish you never said anything” he hissed into her ear. He heard her gasp out, and her hands flew to the back of her head. “Andrew, please.. You are hurting me..” she nearly sobbed out. That made the male smirk slowly. That's the kind of thing he liked to hear, and in away she knew it.
The male reached into the back pocket of his jeans, found his switch blade, pulled it out and clicked it open. His hand flashed out, and cut the woman's throat. Seeing the look of surprise, and then her blood made the male smirk even more. “You asked for this sweetheart. I didn't want to kill you, you should have just left when I told you too” he said, as he kissed her temple lightly. He let her hair go, and her hands flew to her throat, and she gasped out.
Blood started to pour of her lips as well, and she fell to her side. The male looked down at her, and shook his head a bit. This was gonna get messy, but he didn't care. He had the perfect cover up too. He could claim he went out to get food, and he came back to find her like this. That's exactly what he was going to do too. The male leaned over and he started cutting into her skin. It was like he was a really different person when this happened. Sometimes it scared him.
He was a Borden after all. His mother was one of the first ever serial killers, and he took after her. He knew his mother never cut off the skin, but she had killed her own parents, and that didn't bother him at all. He then finished his dirty work, and then looked down at himself. He sighed lightly, as he moved to the apartment door, unlocked it and opened it a bit. He then went to the bathroom, changed out of his bloody jeans, into a pair of black one's, and a t-shirt.
I'm calling the cops. My first kill in a while, where are you? was all the message read. He hit send, then called the cops. He changed his voice to make it sound more real, and in about five minutes his apartment was crawling with cops, and no one suspected that he was a killer. At least not yet. There was still a lot more ground to cover, before everything started falling into place. This small town was about to get a wake up call.
Pandora's night had been awful. She had been talking to male, and he had started showing interest in her, until his whole mood changed. Her so called best friend came swooping in, and pretty much stole the man right from her. That had made her blood boil. The two had gotten into a fight about it, and Anastasia walked off. Pandora knew that she lost another so called friend. She looked at herself in the mirror, and wrinkled her nose a bit. She shouldn't let people walk all over her. She was a child of darkness.
At least that's what she called herself anyway. She sighed lightly when she leaned down and splashed cold water onto her face. When she stood back up, she let out a scream. Her brother Percival was behind her wearing a clown mask. “You are a fucking asshole!” she yelled at him. The male laughed, and pulled the mask off, letting it hang from his fingers. “You know I have too. You and your fear of clowns is quite entertaining” he said towards his sister. Pandora flipped the male off and shoved past him.
“Come on Dora, it's not that bad. You are a child of a fucking murdering clown, and you can't handle a joke?” he asked following after her. “No! You know how I fucking feel about that shit. Yes I'm his child, but that doesn't mean I have to like them” she snapped back, storming into the kitchen. The male followed behind her, and he threw the mask onto the kitchen table. He could tell he went a little too far at the moment. “Dora, I'm sorry” he said with a small laugh, standing there.
“Do you really think this is a game Eric? Are you really that childish right now? You aren't even asking how my night went! When you clearly heard me storming into the house, and then crying a lot of the night! You are a God damn prick sometimes” she cried out, as she grabbed a coffee mug, and placed it onto the counter. Sometimes she really hated her brother, but other times she adored the shit out of him. “How was your night?” he asked her. He knew he should keep the taunting down a bit.
“It was shit. I lost another friend, because she wanted what I already had. Nothing new though” she hissed. She went about getting the coffee ready, and that's when she heard the sirens. The town was small, and you always knew what was happening. She moved out of the kitchen, and to the front window. There was an apartment building across the way, and the cop cars were pulling into the parking lot. She narrowed her eyes, as she looked over her shoulder at her brother, a small smirk dancing on her lips.
"Let's go” she said with a grin. She was still wearing her sleeping shorts, and t-shirt but didn't care. She flew out of the house, her bare feet hitting the pavement. Something was happening, and she was really curious as to what it was. When she came to a stop, people were already milling around. She watched as a stretcher was brought out of the building. A body on the stretcher, and she couldn't help but wonder what had happened. That's when she spotted Andrew, and she had some what of an idea. Yes the town was small, but so were the secrets hidden within.
The sound of the woman finally stirring beside him, made the male looked over towards her. He cocked his head to the side and eyed her a bit. “Looks like sleeping beauty is finally waking up” he said with a small smirk. The red headed woman rolled onto her side, and she looked towards him, a small frown on his face. "What's that supposed to mean? You've been waiting for me to wake up or something?” she cooed lightly. The male rolled his eyes a bit and slid his legs out of the comforter and pushed himself up. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on.
“Honestly no, I was hoping you wouldn't be awake when I left” he admitted. He laid there a little too long, and it kind of bugged him that he did. He should have left a long time ago, but he didn't. He wasn't one to get attached to someone for long, since all he ever did was end up eating them in the end. He was kind of struggling with that already at the moment, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He could wait a little longer, or so he hoped anyway.
The female grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to her chest, before she sat up right fully. “You are planning on leaving? I thought you and I clicked.. Something clicked anyway, I know it did...” she said lightly, her eyes locking on his. Theodore stood there and looked down at her, his heart seemed to skip a small beat looking at her like that. He shook his head lightly before speaking. “You might think we had some kind of connection, when in reality I'm a heartless asshole” he said with a small shrug of his shoulders.
The female shook her head, and stood. She kept the sheets wrapped around her body, as she moved over towards him. She reached up with her free hand, and touched his chin lightly. “Are you sure about that? Because of the way you were last night, tells me other wise” she cooed lightly. The male looked down into her blue eyes, and he nodded a bit. “I can't do this, all I wanna do is tear into your skin, rip it apart, and shove it in my mouth” he whispered back. That made the woman pause a bit. Fear reaching her eyes.
"What are you talking about? If you are just trying to fuck with me, you got it.” she breathed. The male reached up, put his hands on either side of her head, and snapped her neck. The woman didn't even blink, as her body hit the floor. “You should have stayed asleep” he said lightly, as he pulled out his knife from his jeans pocket and started cutting into the woman's skin. He was heartless just like his father, and yet, he was feeling slightly guilty about what he was doing right in that moment. She hadn't done anything wrong, and he killed her for no reason.
It was too late now. He lifted a piece of her skin into his mouth, and chewed slowly. The taste was amazing, and he missed it. He knew his sister would look down on him slightly, but he didn't care. He was finally getting the fix he needed. When he was done, he cleaned everything up that he owned, and he made sure to wipe his finger prints away, and made it look like she had been murdered by someone else. That would throw the cops off his trail, at least for a little while, until his next kill that was. He smirked lightly, as he slipped out of the apartment building, and out into the cool morning air, heading back to the apartment he shared with his sister.
Three Hours Later.
A small sigh passed through his lips as he walked through the door. He was surprised that she wasn't home yet. He then made his way towards the kitchen, and he started making him something to eat. Even though he had just killed, he was starving. Not just for the pound of flesh either. He wanted something more. Something that made his mouth water. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The one thing that made him feel like a child again. He smirked a bit as he pulled out the bread, and peanut butter. He then moved to the fridge and pulled the jelly out as well.
He placed everything onto the counter, and that's when he heard the front door open and close. Trinity was finally home. “TRIN! I'm in the kitchen making peanut butter and jelly. Do you want one?” he called out. He didn't know what kind of mood she was in, and he just hoped she was in a good one. Instead of waiting for her reply, he made her one anyway. He knew how she felt about them, they were after all one of her favorites as well. He put the sandwich onto the counter behind him, along with a tall glass of milk, and waited for her to enter the kitchen.
The moment he saw her, he could tell something was bothering her. He wasn't about to feed that fire either. He cocked his head to the side, and looked her up and down. “Alright Trin, what's bothering you?” he asked her. She knew not to lie to him, because he would end up losing his shit with her, and that's never a good thing. He finished his own sandwich, and put everything away, before pulling a stool up beside her and sat down. He put his plate onto the counter before him, and waited for his sister to speak. The silence between them getting slightly awkward. One thing he hated but dealt with.
“Emilia Dahmer” called out a voice of a nurse. The dark-haired female looked up, and bit her lower lip lightly. She pushed herself to her feet and she walked over to the nurse, not saying anything. The woman led her through the door and pointed at the scale. “Take your shoes off and take everything out of your pockets and stand on the scale please” she said. The woman did as she was told, slid her shoes off. Pulled her phone, car keys, wallet, and whatever else she had in her pockets out, and set them on the counter beside her. She then stepped onto the scale and waited for the nurse to weigh her.
“Go ahead and step down. There is a chair around the corner, and I will take your temperature and blood pressure, and then I will get you into a room” she said lightly. The woman grabbed her things and found the chair the other was talking about. She put her phone and wallet, and keys back into her pocket. Her shoes between her feet. She sat down, and rolled her sleeve's up. Her arms were littered with self harm cuts. She hated it when other's saw them, but the nurse didn't seem to care, which put the woman at ease just a little bit. She sat there not saying a word.
When the nurse was done, she took her into a room. Did the normal questions and left. Emilia sat on the edge of the bed with the paper lining and put her shoes back on. She wished her brother had come with her, but she wasn't about to drag him into this. This was something she had to deal with on her own. She didn't want to buy a stupid store test, because she didn't trust them. Plus she needed to come in for a normal check up anyway. Being the daughter of a serial killer wasn't the best to live by. She sighed lightly, as she laced her fingers together and waited in silence.
She was fighting with herself about leaving. Why was she even here? She didn't want to be here, but she had to know. That's when a soft knock was heard, and a male opened the door walking in. “You must be Emilia Dahmer. I'm Doctor Stevens. What am I seeing you for this fine day?” he asked her. The woman felt her cheeks turn a slight pink. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize I would be getting a male doctor. But I'm here to see if I'm pregnant or not. I haven't had my period for the last two months, and it's kind of scaring me” she admitted. The male looked at her and nodded.
“I do apologize for not being a female, but I'm just like every other woman doctor. I promise I won't make this any more embarrassing than it is for you. Let me go and grab a test and then I'll take you to the rest room and you can do it in there” he said. The woman nodded lightly. She liked this man. There was something calming about him, and she really liked it. She could feel herself relaxing a bit more because of it. When he came back a moment later, test in hand he nodded his head, and she followed him out of the room, and down the hall.
“Go ahead and take this in there. When you are done, bring it right back and hand it to the nurse, then you can go back to your room and I will come back and talk to you there” he said. She took the box he offered her, and she bit her lip. She had a couple more minutes before she would find out. She walked into the bathroom, shut the door behind her and locked it. She stood there looking at the test in her hands. She could have done this at home. Yet she was too chicken to have done so. She bit her lip lightly as she did what the instructions told her.
After she peed on the stick, she grabbed some toilet paper and put the test on it. She then washed her hands, picked up the end she didn't pee on with the toilet paper, and walked out. The nurse she had been with before was standing there. “I'll take that” she cooed. Emilia handed it over and went back into her room to wait. She sat in the chair instead of the bed, and drummed her fingers against the armrest. That's when the male came back in, a grin on his face. Her heart fell. “Congratulations Emilia. You are going to be a mother. Do you have an OBGYN set up?” he asked her. The woman paled and lowered her head.
She didn't have anything this man was talking about. Why would she? She wasn't planning on being pregnant, but here she was. She shook her head lightly and looked up at the male. “No I don't... I'll get it all set up when I get home...” she breathed out. The male nodded lightly. “That's perfectly alright. Just make sure not to wait too long, because you are already two months pregnant” he said. That news made the woman feel even worse. She nodded lightly, thanked the doctor and left. She made her way to her car, and locked the doors behind her.
The moment she was alone, she finally broke down. The sobs were shaking her whole body, and she didn't know what to do. She was already struggling with her image, and now she had to add this baby on top of it. When she was calmed down enough, she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, and headed into the heart of town, and to her apartment. She didn't realize how long it took her, because she was finally home. She parked in her normal parking spot, and shut the car off. She climbed out, and found her brother's car. He was home, thank God.
She made her way into the building, and she went up the elevator to the seventh floor, and went to her apartment. She unlocked the door and walked inside. She then closed and locked the door behind her, and made he way to her brother's room. She knocked on the door and when she heard him call out to come in, she opened the door and stood there looking pale. "Jo-Jo, I'm fucking pregnant...” she breathed out before she fell to the floor in tears once more. She was the daughter of a serial killer, and she was pregnant. Her whole life was screwed up at the moment, and all she could do was break down.
