Chapter 15 #2
We get out food served to us by another person, this time by a waiter. Callie holds the conversation as we eat, letting me relax without having to worry about making small talk.
Jasper wasn’t completely wrong. I am an introvert. But it’s not like I chose not to have a social life, it’s that I’ve never had the opportunity to.
I guess that's gonna change now. Who knows, it could be fun.
Once we’re done, I go to grab some money to pay the check when Callie stops me. “Don’t worry about it. The guys got this.”
“Oh.” I blink. “No, it’s okay, I can pay for myself.” I pull a twenty from my wallet.
Sylas’ hand wraps around my wrist. “Put the money away, Lola girl.” He grins, making my heart stop. “We got this.”
“Thanks.” I can feel my cheeks heat, probably turning a rosey red.
He’s going to pay for me. He’s so damn sweet.
Oh my god, wait, does that mean this is our first date? Can it be considered a date if his sister is here with us?
I mean, people go on group dates all the time, right? Is it the same if someone is single and just tagging along?
I don’t want Callie to feel like a fifth wheel.
“Lola?”
“Huh?” I blink, my eyes dropping to where Sylas still holds my wrist.
“You good?”
“Yes.” I nod, disappointed when he lets go. I put my money back. “Thanks again.”
“I’m going to be right back.” Sylas gets up and leaves the table.
“What is he doing?” Jasper sounds annoyed.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Callie hisses.
Turning to look, I find Sylas with the waitress from before. He leans in, smiling, saying something to her that makes her laugh.
He reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear.
My jaw clenches, and my fingers curl into fists.
How fucking dare she flirt with my man, and in front of me!?
Sylas casts her a wink before coming back over to join us.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Wesley laughs, shaking his head. “You really can’t keep your dick in your pants, can you?”
“What can I say?” Sylas grins down at him. “I’m always up for a good time. She’s off at eight. I told her to text me if she wanted a ride.”
“We have plans,” Jasper reminds him.
“I’ll be done with her before that.” Sylas waves him off. “Don’t you worry.”
“Let's go.” Callie gets to her feet. “We’re going to be late for class. I’m done listening about my brother and his sex life. Thanks.”
Yeah, me too, girl. Me too.
As we leave, the girl waves at Sylas. When her eyes land on me, she gives me this smug look, like she’s rubbing it in that she got what she wanted.
I wouldn’t be too cocky about getting yourself a hook-up there, lady. Can’t hook up with someone when you’re dead.
I’m both nervous and excited. This is going to be my second kill! Aaaaand in my new outfit too.
I have everything ready this time. No spontaneous kills tonight.
Earlier, after I was done with class, I came by to scope out the place. They have cameras in the front and back, but by the looks of it, the one in the back only covers the door. As soon as she rounds the corner either way, she walks right into the blind spot.
I’m sitting in my Jeep, waiting until eight. It’s seven fifty-three now. I wonder if Sylas is here too, waiting for her.
No. He wouldn’t go to her, he’d make her come to him.
It’s a shame she’s never going to show up. Hope he wasn’t too set on getting his dick wet tonight.
If I weren’t so set on making that dick mine, I’d fucking cut the damn thing off.
It’s still a possibility, you don’t need the dick to make a baby when the balls are intact.
As soon as it hits eight, I get out of my Jeep. I made sure to park it on the side of the road where there are no cameras.
“Game time, Skittles,” I tell him, letting him climb onto my arm, taking him out of the Jeep. “You let me know if anyone else is coming, okay?”
He lets out a caw before taking off.
“Always a good boy.” I grin, grabbing my mask and slipping it over my face. Pulling the hood over my head, I grab my weapon of choice.
I wrap my hand around the silver fork, the same one I swiped from the cafe earlier.
A bit of poetic justice, am I right?
Okay, it’s not that serious. I just really wanted to know what it would feel like to actually stab someone in the throat with a fork. I’ve already missed my opportunity with a pencil. Not that I’ve written that off completely.
Making sure to be aware of my surroundings, I make my way to the side of the building. There are no lights here, allowing the shadows to cloak me in darkness.
There’s no parking lot, so she must have walked or parked on the side of the street. Either way, she’s going to have to come in this direction, whether she goes out the front or back door, because the other way is a dead end.
“I’ll see you later,” I hear a voice call, then a heavy door slam. Back of the building it is.
Carefully, I move to peek around the corner. It’s her. She’s looking down, messing around with something in her purse, completely oblivious to the dangers around her.
Stupid girl.
Guess she’s about to learn this lesson firsthand.
She turns the corner, not even noticing me as she walks past. Pushing off the wall, I follow her a few steps before I grab her by her hair. She lets out a scream as I yank her to the ground.
I move quickly, getting on top of her and covering her mouth with my hand, keeping her from screaming again.
“It’s fucking rude to hit on someone else’s boyfriend right in front of them,” I huff before taking the fork in my hand, and with all my strength, I ram it right into her throat.
Everything happens so fast, she doesn’t have time to fight back. I pull the fork out and do it again and again. The only sound is the skin breaking as the metal rips into the meat of her throat again and again.
Her wide eyes look up at me with horror, but her body goes slack.
There's a good chance someone could survive a fork to the neck. But not when you're stabbed a good twenty times.
When I’m sure she's dead and gone, I leave the fork in her neck and sit back, chest heaving. “Well, that was the dopamine fix I needed.” I laugh, cocking my head to the side. “But now the real work begins,” I sigh. “You wait here, okay?” I tell her, getting to my feet and darting to my Jeep.
Throwing open the door, I grab my Polaroid camera and a little box before rushing back over.
Kneeling down on the ground, I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head up. “Okay, now smile for the camera,” I tell her as I press my head next to hers. “Cheese,” I say before snapping the photo.
The flash goes off, and the sound of the camera clicking fills the air. I let her go, her head hitting the ground with a crack. “Shit, sorry.” I wince before grabbing the photo and shaking it out. It takes a moment for the image to show up.
“Don’t we look cute?” I ask, showing her the photo. “And look!” I point. “You can see the fork. Cool, right?”
It’s too close up to be able to make out any of my features, just the mask, which was what I was going for.
“I wish I could keep this,” I tell her, placing the photo down on the ground. “But Dad says keeping trophies is dangerous and could be the very thing that gets someone caught. This will have to do.”
Grabbing the little box I brought with me, I open it and smile.
Carefully, I pull out the stunning Sea Green Swallowtail butterfly I preserved.
“Gotta make sure you don’t blow away,” I tell it, grabbing a bit of double-sided sticky tape from my pocket and placing it on the photo then pressing the butterfly on, making sure it’s secure.
There's no sign of Skittles, so I’m going to take that as no one is around. No need to rush if I don’t have to, right?
“Now, how do I make sure you don’t blow away?” I say to the photo, then look around. “Oh, you will do.” I grab a small rock and place it on the corner of the photo. “Perfect.”
I get to my feet and dust off my hands before grabbing the box and camera. I put them in my car, then pop the trunk.
“Alright. Let’s go for a little ride.” Grabbing her by the arms, I drag her body to the back of my Jeep.
“Up you go.” I grab her under the arms and lift her, tossing the top half of her body in.
The plastic I have laid down crackles as I shift her body, making room for me to grab her legs and lift them in as well.
“You know, that was a lot easier than the first girl I killed,” I tell her.
“I’ve been working out.” I flex and then frown when I realize she can’t see my arm under the sleeve.
“Well, you're just going to have to trust me on that.” I wrap the plastic around her before tossing a blanket over her to cover the body and close the trunk before getting into the driver seat.
As we pull away from the curb, I take my mask off and toss it into the back seat. I roll the windows down at the same time I turn the radio on. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, the Miley Cyrus remix plays and a smile splits my face.
I bob my head, singing along to the lyrics. When the chorus hits, I belt it out, dancing in my seat.
I’m in a good mood by the time we reach the morgue, a smile on my face and all the negative feelings from before gone.
“You know what,” I say, parking the car as the song ends.
“I’d have to say this is the perfect ending to the first day of school.
” I sigh contently. “Thanks for reminding me just how much fun I’m gonna have this year.
” I turn around in my seat, eyes landing on the lump in the trunk.
“You should be honored. You're the first official victim of the Butterfly Killer.
Exciting, right? I should probably get your name for my list, but that's something I'll worry about later.”
Right now, I need to deal with her. I’ve got class in the morning and this girl needs her beauty sleep. Plus, Callie wants to meet for breakfast.
First, my first date, then my first kill as the Butterfly Killer and now my first coffee date.
It really was a good day.