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I didn’t take kindly to threats, and the one he’d just let slip really struck a nerve by telling me what to do. He’d left his car headlights on, shining behind my back, lighting me up like a fucking angel. Or, in my case, a fallen one.
“What’s the name of your club again?” Rocky said. “Oh right…Black Mirrors.”
Talk about what’s mine, and you just might lose your tongue.
Plastering on a smile, I said, “Oh, yeah, man. Would hate for you to be grounded for missing curfew. Go head on home.”
It was a shame I didn’t have time to torture that lard ass.
My Little Shadow was heading toward the cove, and it would have been rude of me to delay relieving her of that baby druggie for too long. I didn’t have a need for the fuckwit, but after she had snatched three of my kills, I was getting a bit testy. I needed to study her longer before I could kill her, so taking her tweaker would have to do.
“Yeah. Thanks, man. Have a good night.” He walked past me, clapping his sausage fingers on my suit jacket.
My control was delicate.It was like fine strands of a rug being pulled slowly. There was an end to it. When it finally snapped, the intricate weave of the carpet was forever changed with each fray pulled free.
I’d reached that point, and fire filled my blood. Rage licked up my spine like a coiled snake, and my muscles were primed and ready to strike.
I took careful steps toward Rocky as he stumbled around in the dark, looking for his keys. He opened his car door and continued searching for the dropped jangling metal on the dirty street. With his back to me and strewing curses, I slid up behind him. With one hard slam of his door, his head exploded with a squelchingpop. I kneeled on the ground, staring curiously at his brain matter. It looked like pink popcorn.
Yummy.
Lifting the keys with my index finger, I tsked at the giant oaf. Sliding into the car, I tried to close the door. It wouldn’t shut, and my rage boiled. Stepping back out, I searched for what in the fuck was blocking the door from closing. I scoffed when I realized it was his half-severed head.
Pulling a kerchief from my pants pocket, I wrapped it around his neck, and with some effort, I finally freed his shoulders from his empty skull. Grimacing and tossing it behind the shabby old dumpster, I shrugged. It was hidden well enough, but it was leaving a river of red under the old metal bin.
My phone blipped, and I could see the tiny dot indicating that my Little Shadow had finally reached her destination. It was a little river by the cove. I never understood why she shacked up with the homeless people. I guess Snow White needed her dwarves.
Was she taking our baby peddler for a swim?
Sighing, I walked over to the dumpster. Something was glinting in the dark.
Well, well, well…
It looked like the little shadow was human, after all.
She even left me a gift. A shiny, serrated dagger was lying on the asphalt. I picked it up, marveling at the intricate work on the handle. It had a red jewel glittering on the end with a crown symbol etched into the metal. A blade must have carved it, but the look of the etching added to its lethal appearance. She was going to miss this.
Hmm…I could use this as an opportunity.
The cops were always breathing down my neck. I was sure the same went for her.
What would the media do if they found her little stabby toy at the scene of a murder?
Feeling the corners of my mouth turn up, I twirled the blade in my fingers. I looked back over at the lump of meat by the car, and my smile widened.
“Ho, ho, ho….”
It was time for my calling card. Reaching into my pocket for the little red paper, I folded the edges over and over as I whistled to the tune of “Santa Clause is Coming to Town.”
They wanted to call me the ‘Klaus Killer?’ Well…How rude of me not to leave a gift?
About twenty minutes later, I found her inside a tiny old boat house, causing wicked trouble. I crooked my neck to watch her through the hole in the broken and tattered wooden slats. Her face was so close to the man who was squawking like a damn chicken underneath her gaze. His pleas made her smile pop. She looked breathtaking in the moonlight.
Maybe it was feeling the high from the fresh kill, but seeing that sexy, carefree smile on the evasive Snow White…it did something to me. God, it made my cock swell. Seeing the little minx work over the idiot peddler was intoxicating. Her tight body poised over him, her Cupid’s bow lips asking him the same thing over and over. A mantra, a song, a spell, I certainly felt as if I was under a spell.
“Who is your supplier?” she said.
I didn’t know who to feel worse for, the frustrated hunter? Or her sobbing prey?
