6. Ezran
Chapter six
Ezran
T his is fucking bullshit. I should be balls deep in pussy right now, or at the very least, the party. I can’t wait to find this bitch, kill her, and be done with all this shit. Walking up to the grey chevy, I pull out my kit and get to work unlocking the car.
It takes me about three minutes and I’m in, lying down in the backseat. From the intel, Breanna should be getting off shift soon, allowing me time to get everything in place. Tonight, I need answers or I’ll have to face a punishment I’m not ready for.
Twenty minutes later, I hear heels clicking on the pavement of the carport. The closer the sound gets, the more adrenaline flows through my veins. The car beeps, alerting me she’s unlocked the car as I sink lower behind the driver's seat with the needle ready. Seeing a flash of blonde hair passing by the window, she opens the door and climbs in. She takes a few moments before she puts the key in the engine and starts the car. It's showtime.
Slowly leaning forward, I wait for the right moment to strike. As soon as she turns to look backwards, I reach around the headrest, wrapping my arm around her throat and pull her back against the seat. She thrashes and claws at my arm as I plunge the needle into her neck, knocking her unconscious with the drug. Reaching up between the middle console, I jerk the shifter into park. Now, time to get her back to my shack and have some fun.
Opening the door, I climb out and move to the front, shoving her limp body over into the passenger seat before climbing in and backing out of the parking space. Pulling out of the lot, I head south bound, making my way back to campus. The dosage I gave her will keep her out long enough for me to get her setup.
Dad and the others are convinced this nurse has the information we need to find the girl. So far, the only thing we can find on her and her whereabouts, is that she was taken the night her mother delivered her. There’s been no trace or sign of who took her nor what she looks like now. The story from that night is her mother got wind of her father’s plans and made arrangements to hide her before taking her own life. The elders believe she did it as a final attempt to save the girl.
Pulling through the gates, I follow along the path until I reach my desired space. Once I park, I step out and walk around to her side of the car. Opening the door, I reach in and tug her body out, tossing her over my shoulder and walking into the woods towards my shack. It’s my playground, where I go to complete my work, which makes it easier for me to hide my kills. Stalking through the woods, my boots crunch against the snow as I take a deep breath of the cold night air, thinking how much I love this time of year as a smile forms along my lips.
Reaching the shack, I walk in, placing her flaccid body on the plastic covered table. I move quickly as I tie her down, chaining her arms and legs to the hard metal slab. Turning around, I head to the counter, open my backpack and pull out the smelling salts before returning to the head of her body. Popping open the salts, I sweep it under her nose, causing her to jolt before her eyes shoot open. As soon as her blue eyes connect with mine, I give her my signature smile.
“Well hello, nurse Breanna.” I smirk.
“W-who are y-you?” She stutters to get the words out.
I can feel the panic radiating off her body and it sends all the blood straight to my dick. I love the smell of fear, it's the perfect aphrodisiac for someone like me. “That’s not important, now is it? You have some information I need.” I state, slowly walking around the side of the table to stand next to her body.
“P-please don’t k-k kill m-me.” She stammers as she begins to cry.
Taking the blade in my hand, I run it down her arm, nicking her skin.
“P-please.” She begs, but I bring my finger up to my mouth in a hush sign.
“Now is the time for listening, not talking.” She nods as tears fall from her eyes.
“About 18 years ago, you were on duty when a pregnant woman named Lina St. Tomas was brought in and delivered a baby girl. Do you recall that night?” I ask, watching her face for signs of deception.
“N-no.” She stammers as I turn and walk down the table towards her feet, nicking the bottoms of them.
“Tsk. Tsk. No lying Breanna.” I chastise. Her eyes follow me as I walk around the table, dragging the blade as I go.
“Y-yes. I remember her. What does this have t-to do with m-me?” She asks as her body shivers. Seeing her lying on the table shaking, causes me to close my eyes and inhale the air.
“What happened to the baby?” I ask.
“I-I don’t know. I only stepped out for a minute and when I returned, s-she was gone.” She looks hopeful that I will believe her. This is a waste of fucking time. I don’t have anything new to give them and come tomorrow, I’ll be fucked.
Walking over to the counter, I rummage through my black duffle, pulling out my skate before stalking back towards the table.
“P-please.” She pleads, but I’m already over it. Hopefully, I can make it to the party in time to have some fun. “Well, if that's all you got, it's time I cut this short.” I taunt.
Bringing the blade up to her throat, I apply pressure slowly. I love to taunt my victims. I can hear the sounds of liquid falling onto the floor. Bending my neck, I can see it coming from the table. Looks like someone couldn’t hold their piss.
“Wait! If I tell you, will you let me live?” She asks. I can see the sincerity written in her face.
Lowering the skate, “I’m listening.” I say, raising a brow.
“It was more than a setup. Lina had help from someone else. I believe his name was Kasen.” She blurts with panic laced in her tone.
“Are you sure about that?” I ask. This could be a game changer.
“Yes. I’m positive. He came through, telling Lina they were already on the way. She begged him to take the baby and keep her safe.” Bingo. This was the smoking gun I needed.
“Is that all?” I ask as she nods. Bringing the blade back to her throat, her eyes widen.
“I th-,” I slice across her neck, watching as the red liquid pours out and onto the table.
Looking down at my watch, I see it’s almost two am. Fuck! I need to hurry.
Fuck! Zova is going to kill me. By the time I made it to the maze, she was already gone. I swung by the sorority, but she wasn’t there. Standing in front of my dorm, I reach in my pocket for the keys, unlocking the door and heading in. Setting my bag down, I hear the ringing of my phone. What the fuck?
I follow the sound over towards my bed and see the flash coming from under it. Guess I dropped it earlier. Picking it up, I see it's my dad; sliding the green button to the right. “Hey.” I say into the speaker.
“How’d it go? You get anything?” He asks.
“Actually, I did, but we need to talk in person.”
“This better be good and not a fucking excuse to waste time. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then he hangs up.
Scrolling through my phone, I see missed calls and texts from everyone. Pulling up my text thread with Zova, I type a message, hitting send.
Me: Where are you, babe?
Message Read.
Me: Sorry, about tonight.
Zova: What are you talking about?
Is she for real? Sometimes I swear she does this shit on purpose. Acting like a fucking idiot.
Me: I know we had plans but something came up.
Message Read.
Me: Don’t be mad, babe.
Me: I’ll make it up to you.
Me: Tell me where you are.
Zova: It’s okay.
Zova: I’m out with the girls.
Zova: I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Me: Are you sure?
Me: I can come to you now.
Zova: Yeah, I’m sure.
Fuck my life. She’s pissed and I’ll never hear the end of it now.