Autumn Nights

A man is prowling the wet streets of a big city looking for his next victim.

The fog is settling. It’s a dark lonely night. Not even the street lights seem to brighten up this fog clad night. Its fine, I like it that way. I enjoy watching from the shadows, invisible. No one seems to recognise me lurking within the darkness.

 I suppose there was a time in my life, when the alienation made me uneasy, miserable even but now… I live for it: the thrill, the cover of the night, it brings me comfort. It clings to me, caressing me, making me feel needed… at home.

As you can probably tell, I am a loner. I do not have family nor do I have friends. No one ever broke down that barrier, I guess I’m the unapproachable type. I will not lie, I am driven by dark motives, with me I bring pain, I promise to make it quick, painless even. But I will do what I see fit, please do not judge my decisions, I did not choose this life.

Thump, thump, thump!

The heartbeat of some unknown victim appears. A familiar warmth graces my insides. The victim’s heartbeat is slow and steady.  It would appear this young victim has drank her sorrows tonight, the smell of alcohol is apparent. It heats the air. The smell, it intoxicates me, making my every nerve tingle. I’ve walked these streets a long time, yet I have never managed to master control of my urges. I take pleasure in my work. I believe murder has become almost art like. A delicately placed mess in the eyes of the estranged.

I will do it briskly, my victim won’t know what’s happening, until it’s over. All that’s left is my method. I’m not a fan of blood splatter but it makes for an interesting piece of art. I won’t lie throughout this story, I swear to be honest.

It would appear a female is approaching, unaware of her untimely departure. It’s a shame, something so majestic. This fragile beauty was not meant for these streets, how could I resist? All I desire is to save her from herself and so I make my decision.

I stand behind her now, gentle hands grasping her neck. By this point they don’t even feel like my hands, I am in autopilot. Before she could scream, before she could beg for her life… it was done, her neck so weak snapped like a twig. Her young body limp in my arms, one last spasm released and then nothing. Gently and slowly I bring her body to the ground. Her bare skin making friends with the cold cobbles of the night, still damp from the autumn rain. I bring her neck to my lips. I had to fight to control my urges, the smell sent me into a frenzy of excitement and hunger. I move her hair exposing her bare skin and then acting quickly �" cold blood is no good for anyone. Piercing the skin is always an unpleasant ordeal, its choir like.  

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems please! feedback would be greatly appreciated.