Chapter 17 #2
“There are so many things wrong with your statement. But that doesn’t matter. I need to get this whole killing-you-thing started before anyone finds us.”
Her eyes widen, fear seeping back into her gaze. “W-what?”
Taking my knife out of my pocket, I flick the blade open. “You know, like, stabby stabby.” I make the stabbing motion.
She tries to back away, shaking her head. “No. Please. Don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything! I swear.”
“But you did. You fucked my boyfriend.”
“It didn’t mean anything!”
“Doesn’t matter. Damage is done, and now you have to die,” I sigh. “Sorry.”
She opens her mouth to scream, but I’m faster, diving forward and clamping my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. We both hit the ground hard, and I curse when my knife almost cuts me. “I really need to be more careful with this thing.”
“Get off me!” she shouts.
“Shut up,” I hiss, grabbing my knife where it fell to the ground next to us and sliding it across her throat.
Her lips part, eyes open in horror. It doesn't take long before the light begins to fade in her gaze. After a few more gargled sounds, her body goes lax.
“There we go,” I say, getting to my feet. “Now, was that so hard?”
Tucking my knife away, I stare down at her body, debating on just leaving it here. It’s kind of risky to be dragging a body to my Jeep with all these houses so close together.
Maybe I should just take my photo, leave my calling card, and dip out.
Before I can make my decision, someone rounds the corner of the house.
Oh fucking hell. Guess there’s going to be two dead bodies tonight. I can’t leave any witnesses.
“Stupid boys. I hate him. I fucking hate him. They’re all pigs. Ugh!” the voice shouts. “I deserve better.” They sniff. “Looks aren't everything you know!”
“Callie?” My eyes widen when I get a good look at who it is.
Callie’s head snaps up at the sound of my voice.
She blinks a few times, looking from me, down to the body, and back up to me.
“What's wrong?” I ask, seeing she’s clearly upset. Is she crying too? Oh, I’m going to kill that mother fucker.
“Where is he?” I growl. “Was it Jimmy? I’m going to kill him!”
Her eyes fill with horror as she stumbles backwards.
“Callie, wait!”
“Don’t hurt me!” she screams.
“Wait!” I demand, lifting the mask. “It’s just me.”
She pauses, brows furrowed. “Nola?”
“You’re upset. What's wrong? Did he hurt you?” I ask again.
“What?” She shakes her head. “Who? Nola, is that girl dead?”
“Huh?” I blink, then look down at the body at my feet. “Uh shit,” I groan. “I took my mask off.” I look at the mask in my hand. “Yup.”
“Is that girl dead?” she asks again.
“Hypothetical question, if I said yes, what would you say?”
“I’d ask why the hell she’s dead?”
“Hypothetically, what if I said I killed her?” I ask her questioningly.
“I’d ask why?!”
“Then, hypothetically, I’d say she fucked my boyfriend.”
“Wait, but you don’t have a boyfriend.” She cocks her head to the side. “So that wouldn’t make sense.”
“What would you say if I told you I had three.”
“Nola,” she growls. “Stop beating around the bush. What the fuck is going on?”
“Okay, but I must warn you, if whatever I tell you leaves the two of us—if you tell anyone what you've seen—I will have to kill you. And I really don’t want to because I like you. And well, you're my boyfriend's sister, and I don’t think murdering you would be a good start to our relationship.”
“You’re dating Sylas?” she asks. “Why didn’t you say anything? How come he didn’t tell me?”
“Well, you see…” I start off, laughing awkwardly. “He doesn't know. Yet!” I rush out. “But he will. Soon. After everything goes according to my plan.”
“Uh-huh,” she says slowly. “And that plan would be?”
“Sylas, Jasper, and Wesley think I’m too sweet and pure to be their girlfriend,” I sigh. “And I don’t blame them, I look like a dumbass any time I’m around them. But that's not who I am. I’m not what they think.”
“Clearly.” She looks back down at the dead body. “So, you’re killing this girl to show them you’re not as innocent as they think you are.”
“Yes, along with the other two girls I’ve already killed. And the number of girls I plan on killing in the future.”
Callie blinks at me, staring for so long I feel like there's a good chance this could go either way. Then she bursts out laughing.
“Holy fucking hell,” she chokes out between bouts of laughter, a big grin on her face. “You are nothing like I thought you were. You’re actually killing people to show them you’re just as bat-shit crazy as they are?”
“I mean, yeah, kind of? But I’m not just offing anyone, only the girls they sleep with or plan on sleeping with.”
“Oh my god,” she gushes. “That's so romantic.”
“I know, right!” I throw my arms in the air. “Thank you!”
“This is amazing,” she sighs happily. “Ugh. I was just thinking about how I hated that they fucked around with any girl who threw themselves at them. I told them they needed to find a girl to get serious with and settle down.”
“They don’t need to find a girl,” I grumble. “I’m right here.”