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I smile, thinking of when she will know it’s me to whom she belongs. When she learns how well I can please her, how her body will respond to me. My fingers itch to wrap themselves around her pretty little neck, my mouth waters with the need to taste her.
Soon. I’m going to need to take her very soon.
A high pitched laugh draws me back to where I am.
I need to stay focused.
The quicker I get the information I need, the faster I can get back to my girl.
Becky flips her hair over her shoulder and lightly presses her hand on the chest of the boy in front of her. This is the fourth man I have witnessed her openly flirting with since I began my hunt. Knowing she’s not attached to anyone helps make this easier. There’s usually an added difficulty when a partner is involved in the routine, another set of eyes to avoid. But, as luck would have it, little miss Becky is a bit of a slut and never stays with one lover longer than a night.
I nearly have enough intel gathered to set my plans in motion, I just need to confirm when she is going to be leaving. It’s almost summer break and I’ve heard Becky mention to several friends that she is planning on taking off to visit her family in Colorado Springs. It’s close enough that she can make the trip by car within a day’s travel and she feels safe enough to make the trip alone.
Poor girl couldn’t be more wrong.
The two say their goodbyes and part ways, Becky heading toward the study hall on the other end of campus. I stay in my seat on the bench, pretending to focus on the textbook in my hands, and wait for her to pass. After she’s several feet away, I slowly tuck away the book in the messenger bag slung around my torso before following behind her. Seeing her pull out her phone, I speed up my steps to close the distance a little more. Once I’m in hearing distance, I slow my pace again and pull my own phone out, appearing to absentmindedly scroll as I walk.
“Heyyyyy girl,” I force myself not to flinch at the sound of her nasally voice, it’s grating and frays my nerves. After a beat, Becky cackles. “Shit! No fucking way. I did not suck off Brandon behind the bookshelves.” She pauses before snickering and saying in a low voice, “I blew him under the library table.” Whoever she is talking to must have a lot to say in response to that revelation as Becky stays quiet for a long time before letting out a long sigh. “He’s not worth it. Seriously, wouldn’t you rather know now that he's a cheating asshole before he knocks you up and you’re stuck taking care of thing 1 and thing 2 while he’s off banging some whore on a ‘business trip’?” Another pause, then sigh and I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Babe, I did thisforyou. Can’t you see that?” More silence. “You know what?Fuck you.I’m glad I’m leaving Thursday and won’t have to see your pathetic face.” Hanging up the call, Becky flips her hair over her shoulder and struts off.
Getting the information I need, I pivot toward the parking lot. Now that I have a date set with Becky on Thursday, I can claim my girl tonight.
I curse under my breath and run a hand through my hair. Watching Paige today has shown me she’s not ready to accept the truth. She looks terrified. That’s certainly not the response I was wanting. Although, I can objectively see that having someone uninvited into your home could be disconcerting.
Fuck.
I’ve been hunting for so long I forgot that normal people don’t break into potential lovers' homes and leave notes.
“Fuck.” I mutter out loud.
Pacing back and forth, I debate my options.
I could go into the shop, say hi and pretend I was never in her home. If I do that, though, she won’t realize I’ve already made my claim on her. Believing there is another out there calling her theirs.
I growl at the thought of anyone else even trying. They wouldn’t live long if I found them.
No, playing oblivious won’t work. Maybe I could sneak into her apartment again and leave another message?
I pause and ponder this for a moment.
Perhaps not to leave another message but there is merit to entering her space. Opening a window into her world. Possibly giving me an idea on how to further our connection without spooking her.
I gaze back through the shop windows and watch as Paige greets a customer with a bright smile. Her long hair tied back in a braid today, a few strands hanging loose and framing her face. She absentmindedly fiddles with the pen in her hand while listening attentively to whatever the person across the counter is saying.
I narrow my eyes as I watch. I’m about to say fuck it and march inside to end the conversation when she writes on a cup and holds out her hand to take the credit card being offered. After returning the card, she begins to work on making the order and bends to a cupboard below the back wall, showing off her ass in the black leggings she’s wearing. The man who placed the order elbows his friend and nods his head toward Paige with a smirk on his face. Rage boils inside as I watch him pull out his phone and snap a photo. He quickly tucks away his phone as she stands and turns back toward the espresso bar, turning to his friend to avoid suspicion.
I take a deep breath and size him up. He’s tall, but I still have at least a few inches on him at my 6’4 stature. Though he appears to be in decent shape, I’m sure I could take him. After all, I've handled men much taller and larger with ease. My main concern is his friend. He too is tall but well built, my bet would be he spends most evenings in the gym and mornings out on a run. Probably drinks that green shit and pisses clear. It’s going to be difficult to take them both, most likely impossible without drawing attention.
I release the breath, having made my decision. Watching Paige pass over the beverage, the dead man brushes his fingers over hers as he grabs the cup.
Looks like he’ll be losing some appendages today as well.
I slink back further into the cover of the building and track the movements of the two men making their way down the street. With one last forlorn look back at my raven haired beauty, I stalk after the man who has just signed his death warrant. Lucky for me, I already have everything set up for my other victim so this will be a simple switch. Who knows, he may even take Becky’s place and she can live another day to whore herself around campus.
Maybe.
I’ve been following the two men for almost an hour. Wherever they are going seems to be a ways out still and I’m starting to get anxious. I want to get back to the shop and…I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do when I get there but I need to be near Paige again.
Weaving behind a truck up ahead, their car veers off toward an exit. I slide my vehicle over, keeping two cars in between to avoid suspicion. A quick look shows the rest area sign and I silently say my thanks to whatever power is at work. Rest stops have a bad rap for a reason. I happen to be one of those reasons.
