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Adrian stumbled through the woods ungracefully. For someone with his skill set, he was gangly and unsure of his more casual movements. He passed a small cabin in the woods, halting in his tracks. The lights were on.
“Perfect!” He thought.
Adrian was quick to hide against the back wall, surveying the building. It would be easy to get inside. Whoever lived here was dumb enough to leave their window open. Adrian could smell the scent of a fresh pie from the window sill, and he had to admit, it smelt amazing. He hasn’t eaten all day. He could surely steal a bite.
As he heard footsteps disappear further into the house. This was the moment Adrian slipped inside. This pit stop wasn't originally in the plan. But one more couldn’t hurt. It was remote enough that he wouldn’t even have to put that much effort into hiding his work.
He slipped into a room, hearing your footsteps grow closer.
Your humming quickly filled his ears. He wasn’t sure if he recognised the song. His brain focused for a moment, taking the time to enjoy this, and learn fun little things about you before he made his move. He wracked his brain for the lyrics, but it seemed you would bless him with the answer. You walked over to your stereo, hitting play on the song.
The tune filled the air, gracing the vast open space with its sounds. He listened with intent as you sang along, growing closer out of pure instinct. Your voice was angelic. He almost regretted what he was soon to do. Almost. Adrian watched in awe as you effortlessly waltzed your way around the kitchen. Hips swaying to the music and feet carrying you with such Grace, he was almost certain you had to be a ballerina.
You knew your way around, and why wouldn’t you, this was your home after all. Totally unaware of the presence looming just beyond your sight. It was adorable, by his standards at least. And mesmerising. Surely he could get a closer look. What were you cooking? But Adrian was your opposite, and he quickly realised his mistake.
The crescendo of the music died down, and the loud crash of a metal bowl hitting the marble floor almost made you jump. You trained with such force, Adrian was sure you’d break something. Your eyes widened upon meeting his, the knife in your hand clattering to the ground. Adrian watched for a moment, wondering if it would sink into the delicate flesh of your foot. But he quickly gained his bearings, remembering what he was here for. He couldn't back down now, you’d already seen him.
In the moment that you were distracted, glancing after the knife to be sure it didn’t hit you, he struck. Before you could blink, his body collided with yours, bringing your spine up against the sink with a harsh crack. A hiss escaped your lips, and his hand suddenly found its way to your throat. You’d be easy enough to strangle, you were small, not much of a threat. Probably couldn’t put up much of a fight he thought. But Adrian wasn’t prepared.
He’d done this many times before, moving from town to town, picking off a number of its citizens. Spanning from the most deprived to innocent like kittens like you. He got his kicks, either way, feeling the different types of high each kill brought with it. Killing bad guys, well it made him feel good, superior. He was doing the world a favour, nobody would miss them. But killing an innocent, god, it made his nose bleed and his mouth water. The adrenaline didn’t set in as much, allowing him to take his time and just enjoy the art of it all.
He awaited a scream, a cry, a plea for your life. But it didn’t come. He almost didn’t hear your reaction, it was soft, breathy.
“Did you just moan?” He asked, bewildered.
Your face flushed, unfathomably embarrassed. Your eyes were screwed shut, and your hands braced behind you on the sink, protecting your spine from being crush further. You shook your head, scared to know how he’d react.
“Use your words Kitten.” He purred, enjoying this more than he should.
When you didn’t respond to his teasing he got annoyed, squeezing your throat tighter. He shifted his grasp to move his hands into a more proper position, and in the process his thumb lightly brushed the centre of your throat. A shiver ran down your spine and you moaned once more as he pushed down. Adrian simply grinned, looking down at you.
What was an innocent little pet like you, doing with a guy like him. Screw the lack of adrenaline, he was feeling a different type of primal urge now. He used his other hand to lift your chin to look at him.
“Open your eyes.”
You did as he asked. Adrian swore he could have gotten lost in them. Your pupils were blown wide in fear, or maybe pleasure. Was it both?
“Now when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Am I understood?”
“Ye-yes sir!” You stuttered out.
Adrian let out a gutter sound, like a mix of a growl and a laugh.
“Like a deer in the headlights, you know, you’d look good splattered on my windshield.” He said.
He excepted you to squirm, for your brain to catch up to what was really happening, to how much danger you were truly in. But you held his gaze, not an ounce of discomfort in yours. You shook your head.
“You disagree?”
“It’s too impersonal. Not your style.”
How interesting. What a confident statement to make. You didn’t even know his name, yet here you were bravely making assumptions.
“My style.”
“You’re choking me in my own kitchen. I knew you were watching me you know, you could have chosen any time to strike. But here we are.”
You were bluffing. You couldn’t have known. Of course, Adrian had fucked up, knocking over that bowl of food, but you couldn’t have to know what was in your house.
“You’re lying to me Kitten.”
A smirk stretched across your beautiful face. You brought your hands up to where his met your throat. Your mind finally catching up with you. He watched curiously as he allowed you to remove his hands from you. You calmly turned around, washing something in the sink, almost as if he weren’t there. You had a rag. He raised a brow to you.
“We’ll that mess you made isn’t going to clean itself up.” You sighed.
You were disappointed in him. He stepped back, allowing you to cross the kitchen to the spill. I mean where would you go. He was sure he was faster, stronger. You hadn’t armed yourself with a weapon. He stood over you, watching you clean as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
“You know, I’ve been watching you too.” You hummed.
This put his brain on high alert. He would have noticed someone watching him, especially someone like you. Even in a crowded room, he would have picked you out from the rest.
“Your kills have gotten sloppy recently, where’s your head gone?”
Genuine concern, is that what he was hearing. This had to be a dream, he must have zoned out on his walk home. That’s it, a fantasy. The only thing that would make sense of this.
“Adrian.” You warned, you tone suddenly cold.
It sent a shiver down his own spine. You knew his name.
“Now when I ask you a question, I except an answer. Am I understood.” You quoted him.
What on Earth was happening.
“I dont know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m still standing, we’ll, kneeling, proof that you’ve lost your- muchness.”
“My muchness?”
“You’re usually much more, muchier. Extravagant, calculated, unhinged. You’ve been everything under the sun, but merciful, that’s new to you, isn’t it?”
He nodded. Sticking a rouge vegetable cutting into his mouth.
“You’re different.”
“On the contrary, I’m exactly how I always am. Im just better at going unnoticed.”
Adrian needed to shift the conversation, he needed to be in charge again.
“Why were you watching me?”
You sighed, pushing yourself onto your feet and discarding of the messy towel. You brushed a few crumbs off your apron.
“It’s not often a serial killer moves to our small town. I don’t usually have competion.”
His eyes widened. He’d pegged you wrong completely. You weren’t innocent, far from it. More akin to a lioness than a house cat.
“Didn’t you used to be a hero Adri? What changed?”
You cornered him against the wall this time, pressing up on your toes to truly admire his face up close.
“Decided it wasn’t good enough to just help the government and wanted to go off killing on your own. Picking your own prey is invigorating isn’t it?”
It was his turn to silently nod, he choked back spit as his head tried to catch up with his body. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with you now. If you were competition as you stated, surely he’d be better off with you dead. But looking at you, that wasn’t an option. You were too interesting to kill now.
Your hands found there way to his throat, tracing the outlines of his viens with your delicate fingers. Your fingernails were sharp, you kept them that way on purpose. You slowly trailed one of your nails down his jugular, small bead of blood bursting forth on his warm skin. You suddenly pulled him by the shirt closer to you, Adrian felt dizzy. Not from the force, but from how close he was to you. It was intoxicating.
“I could teach you, you know? Would you like that, Puppy?”
He nodded desperately, his pants suddenly feeling way to tight for his liking.
“Use your words, Pup.”
“Yes ma’am!”
Your giggle was like music to his flushed ears.
“Good boy.” You purred, liking a stripe from his collar bone to his ear.
A stuttered breath left your mouth as his blood melted onto your tongue. He could feel your breath on his neck, and it caught his in his chest.
“They always taste better when they’re aroused.” You whispered.
They, who was they? What were you? You couldn’t possibly be human, how else could you have such a hold on him.
“But your my dear sweet boy, taste mouthwatering. Would you care to try?”
Before he could even ask what you meant, your mouth hungrily attacked his own. You bit at his bottom lip, causing him to gasp and open wide. You fought his tongue for dominance, and won. It wasn’t for lack of trying on his part. Adrian was simply too stunned to function. He could taste himself on your lips, and he finally understood what you meant. His blood was sweet, like honey.
You pulled away, a satisfied smirk on your lips.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner Adrian, I’ll get to tell you all about who we’ll be having as our main course!”
An: ahhh I don’t know how to feel about this. This was fun to write, and I hope it’s just as fun for you all to read. Poor Adrian has no idea what he’s gotten himself into with this one.
