posted on Oct, 29 2010 @ 11:52 PM
2.
I ride the night, looking for a trusting soul to put to an end. There are plenty here. You just have to know where to find them. It’s mid-summer
and the stars are shining like the eyes of a thousand hungry rats. A cool breeze washes through the streets of this little college town. This
isn’t my city. I make it a point never to hunt on my own turf. I see people walking the streets but none are very interesting. Most are in groups
of two or more. Those that are alone are in well-lighted areas or have the guarded attitude of those that expect the worst. There are no easy
targets here.
I see a lot of cars and people staggering around up ahead, just as I’m about to call it a night. It’s a party. My heart swells with
anticipation. This is the perfect place. I park my car and head up to the house. Some people are passed out in the lawn and a guy is throwing up in
the bushes. I walk by them and up onto the porch without a second glance. I still look young enough to blend in with the crowd. Besides, they’re
all so drunk that they wouldn’t even notice.
Most of the crowd is gravitating toward the kitchen. I go there and grab myself a drink and have a look around. It’s a big house, decorated in
the style known as 20th century crap. Beer signs and posters hang on the walls. Some one has written a creative list of obscenities on one of the
walls. The air is fragrant with the smells of spilled alcohol and pot smoke.
I see what I’m looking for in the living room. She’s sitting all by her lonesome in a dim corner of the room. Her brown hair cascades down her
shoulders. Her eyes are downcast. This lovely specimen is what is called a wallflower. She probably came with a friend and was abandoned in favor
of more interesting company, or she came out of loneliness. There’s an air of shyness about her that is so attractive. Oh, how I would love to
slit her throat right now.
I walk up to her and sit beside her on the couch. She turns and looks at me through her thick glasses.
“Some party, huh?”
I can see that she’s a bit hesitant in answering. She probably wonders what someone like me would see in someone like her. “Yeah. Some
party.”
I’ve found that when you make someone laugh, they’re more likely to let down their guard and trust you. If someone makes you laugh, they have to
be nice, right? I tell her a few jokes and refill her drink a couple times. She tells me that her name is Virginia and after a while, she says that
she feels like she’s known me her whole life. On the second trip, I slip a roofie into her drink. Some people call it the date rape drug. Rape is
the farthest thing from my mind. They can be useful in other ways.
After a while, the drug starts to take affect. I didn’t put a large dose in her drink, so I don’t have to worry about her passing out. It was
just enough to help her get rid of her inhibitions. I ask her if she’d like to go back to my place.
“Sure. That would be nice”, she says and I walk her out to my car. Of course, we won’t be going to my house but what she doesn’t know
won’t hurt her.