Chapter 29
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
NOLA
After watching the girls for around five minutes, I debate on staying here or giving up on these three. I’m worrying about who the guys are with right now when they finally get up from the table.
They say goodbye to some of the girls they’re with, and the three of them start walking down the street.
“Show time,” I murmur to myself, a sick excitement strumming through my veins.
It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to kill someone the guys touched.
As much as I loved that they’ve been keeping their hands to themselves, for the most part, the others I’ve killed just haven't been as satisfying.
Sure, it’s been nice to see the people who got enjoyment out of tormenting me get their comeuppance, but I’ve honestly never cared about the things they said to me.
It didn’t bother me.
So it’s far more thrilling to take the life of the girls who dare to touch what doesn’t belong to them.
I follow behind, making sure to stay close to them. They’re drunk, tripping over their feet, and laughing obnoxiously loud.
They seem like they’re having the time of their lives. I almost feel bad for being the one to bring that to an end.
Key word: almost.
I’m not sure why I’m so at peace with taking lives so easily. I don’t lose sleep, I don’t second-guess my actions, nor am I plagued by guilt.
Maybe that makes me a monster, but at the same time, isn’t that the point?
Sylas, Wesley, and Jasper are monsters, too. It’s why we’re so perfect for one another.
And tonight, they’re going to see it for themselves.
The blonde girl stops to fix her heel, falling behind as the other two continue down the street.
With a pleased grin, I look around, making sure no one's eyes are on us before stepping up behind her.
She stands up, looking around for her friends. That's when I grab her arm and yank her into the alley.
My hand is over her mouth before she can even scream, my blade pressed against her throat. Adding the right amount of pressure, I slide the blade across her neck and feel the warmth of her sticky blood pour free.
Her body goes limp, and I let it drop to the ground.
“Sorry about that,” I say, wiping the blood from my blade onto her dress before slipping it back into my pocket.
“You really should have just enjoyed some time with your friends. It’s not nice to flirt with other people's boyfriends.” I roll her over, searching her for a wallet.
A purse. Bingo.
Opening it up, I rummage through until I find her ID. “Well, Allison Ruby. It was nice to meet you.” I take my phone out of my pocket and pop off the cover. Behind it is the list I’ve been keeping with all the names of the girls I’ve killed.
Not just the ones in the guys’ honor, but in mine too.
“You happen to have a pen or something?” I grumble, searching through her purse. “Oh! Eyeliner will work.”
Popping the cap off, I scribble her name down and fold the paper back up, putting it back into my phone case.
“Thanks.” I put the eyeliner and ID back.
Getting to my feet, I stare down at her. “This was fun, but I gotta go find your friends now. Enjoy the rest of your night!” I wave goodbye to her before slipping out of the alley.
It takes me a few minutes, but I manage to find the girls. They’re looking around, I’m assuming for their friend.
“You go across the street, and I’ll look back the way we came. Maybe she just went into another bar,” the brunette one says.
“Okay.” The one with black hair nods.
They split up, and I shake my head. “It’s like they want to make this easy for me.”
The girl heads back the way we just came, looking into stores and restaurants. She’s coming up on the alley where her friend's dead body is, and I shrug.
“Hey,” I call out, getting her attention. “Are you looking for a blonde girl in a red dress?”
The brunette turns around and smiles. “Yes!” she sighs.
“I just saw her go into that alley as I was walking by. I think she was puking.”
“Of course she was,” she sighs. “Thanks!”
She steps into the alley. “Allison?” she asks. “Are you okay?” She rushes over to her friend. “Oh my god. Allison!” She turns to look at me. “Call 911.”
“I could. But… I won’t,” I tell her.
“What?!” she gapes up at me in horror. “But my friend, she’s hurt.”
“I know.” I grin, but she can’t see it behind the mask. “I killed her.”
Her lips part, terror filling her gaze.
“It’s okay. You’re about to join her.”
Before she can say anything else, my knife is freed from my pocket once again, my hand wrapped tightly around the hilt as I drive the blade into her throat. She makes a choking sound. I twist the blade a few times, making sure to do as much damage as I can.
Her body falls forward, right on top of her friend.
I do the same thing I did with the first girl, checking for an ID in her purse. Thankfully, this one has an actual pen in there, too.
“Rachel Taylor,” I murmur to myself as I read her name on her ID and write it onto the paper.
“Check.” I put the ID back into her purse.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to keep this.
” I hold up the pen, but she can’t see me.
She’s face-first in her friend's stomach.
I pocket the pen with my phone, grateful that I chose a dress with pockets today.
“Two down, one more to go.”
I head across the street where the other friend is looking. I watch as she slips inside a building. I follow after, watching her search the darkened room.
It’s filled with people, the lights are low, and it reeks of smoke.
She heads upstairs, and I’m right behind her. I look around for cameras, but I don’t find any. This club obviously doesn't care about their dancers if they don't even have them to watch what happens on the main floor.
“Hey.” I tap her shoulder.
She spins around with wide eyes. “Sorry.” I laugh. “Are you looking for a blonde girl, red dress?”
“Yes?” She narrows her eyes suspiciously. Ah, smart girl.
“I saw the three of you together a little while earlier. When I came in here a few minutes ago, I saw your friend come in too. She came up here, but I’m not sure where she went after that.”
“Oh.” She blinks. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” I smile, then start to go back down the stairs. Looking over my shoulder, I see her go into the bathroom.
Once she’s inside, I rush back up the stairs and slip in behind her.
“Allison, are you in here?”
She checks the stalls one by one as I lock the door.
“No luck?” I ask.
“No,” she sighs. “Thanks anyways.”
She goes to step around me, but I block her.
“I need to find my friend.”
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Your other friend already found her.”
Her brows furrow. “What?”
“Rachel, she already found her.”
“Then why did you tell me she was in here?” she huffs, sounding frustrated with me.
“So I could get you alone.” I shrug.
Awareness flashes in her eyes as she takes a step back. “I don’t know what you want, but you'd better let me go, or I’ll scream.”
“Did you know it’s pretty shitty to be all over another woman's man?”
“What are you talking about?”
“My boyfriend, Jasper. You were all over him tonight. And your friends thought they could flirt and touch my other boyfriends.”
“You’re crazy.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know what's going on, but I have pepper spray.”
“And I have a wedgie. It’s been bugging me all night. I wore the wrong underwear today.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” she shouts.
“I thought we were mentioning irrelevant things. No need to raise your voice.” I sigh. “Your pepper spray won’t help you here.”
Just as I thought she would, she breaks eye contact with me and looks down at her purse, frantically searching it for her pepper spray.
That's when I make my move. I don’t bother trying to get my arms around her to hold her still long enough to slice her neck, I already know she would be the one to put up a fight.
I charge at her, shoving her into the wall behind her. Her head slams against it with a loud crack, and I’m pretty sure I broke her skull.
Either way, it knocks her out instantly.
She falls to the ground in a heap.
Not wanting to waste time and have someone try to get in here, I quickly find her ID, take down her name, and slice her neck just to make sure she’s dead.
“Laura Miller,” I murmur down at her corpse. “Sorry, I couldn’t leave you with your friends.”
Turning around, I unlock the door and get the hell out of there.
Once I’m far enough away, I check the camera feed to see what I’ve missed in the meantime, starting from when they left the three girls I just took care of.
Thankfully, it’s mostly just the three of them walking down the street. They stop to get drinks, but then they keep going.
No other girls. That makes my job easier.
“I feel like this is a sign from the gods. Like they’re telling me I’m doing good, that tonight is the night. Everything is falling into place, and I couldn’t be more happy about it.” I sigh contentedly.
I click on the button to switch over to the live feed, and that good feeling disappears.
They’re walking down the street, but they’re not alone. Sylas has a girl under his arm, and they’re looking a little too close for comfort.
Spotting the sign of a bar, I quickly type it in my GPS and start heading in that direction.
When I reach them, my stomach drops.
Sylas has the girl pressed against the wall, his tongue down her throat, and his hand up her fucking skirt.
My chest heaves with anger, my blood fucking boiling.
She grinds against him like a bitch in heat.
Those are my lips! My fucking hands.
I step to the side, hiding behind a group of people, continuing to watch.
Every second that goes by, my vision fills with more and more red until I feel like I might explode.
Eventually, they stop kissing, and Sylas whispers something in her ear. She bites her lip and nods. Sylas winks at her and walks away, leaving her panting heavily against the wall from the finger fucking he just gave her.
Note to self: bleach his fucking fingers.
He walks down the street, meeting up with Jasper and Wesley, who were hanging around close by.
The three of them take off, and I make my move.