Slipped in through the kitchen window and rolled over the
sink. Tapdanced across the checkered floor and twirled into the living room.
She wasn’t there. Chuckled. Interesting. Felt my way through the darkness and
made it to the foyer. Stepped on the first step as quietly as I could. Success.
Second creaked. Failure. Ran up the stairs, laughing hysterically. Burst into
the bedroom.
She was already dead, in her bed. It was filled with her
fluids. I cursed. I cursed loud. I inspected the bedroom window. Broken? No.
Not broken. No signs of forced entry in the bedroom. And yet, why was this rose
here? Just lying here. In the moonlight. I didn’t understand.
Three weeks of hunting, with no payoff. It was the third
time this had happened. First, He stole the young one away. Two months down the
drain. Then, the cheap rebound too. It was only a rebound, so it wasn’t much of
a loss. But now…
A whole month of effort… gone.
It was beyond normal meddling. It was beyond something even remotely forgivable. Whoever this person was, they had stolen from me. They had stolen happiness from me. They had stolen my prey.
Even worse, their method of
murder's disgustingly boring! I mean, come on.
The person wasn’t an artist.
I doubted it was even a person.
Something like me.
Haha. A Monster. Had to be.
I swore I’d end them. In that moment, standing in that ugly
bedroom, I told myself that it was now my duty…
to preserve the natural order
of things, I had to end this Monster. Otherwise, the food chain would crumble.
I had to be on top. I had to be.
So in that moment, I swore I’d rip that Monster’s heart out
and eat it whole.
