Kill #8:
Drop Dead Beautiful
By Rose
Nick smirked at all the girls crowding
the nightclub at his after party. He knew the name of it but he couldn’t think
of it right then. Not that it mattered. His solo tour was going better than he
ever could’ve planned. As the club pulsated with the thumping beat of the
music, strobe lights danced around the walls. A glance down at the floor showed
a mob of dancing bodies, mostly girls. All of them fans.
Fans.
There were so many there, but he could only have one that night, which would it
be? Who would be special enough to be number eight? He leaned against railing;
he was up on the second floor in the VIP area. He’d already did his little
showing for the fans, sang a few songs. Howie came for support, taking his turn
at the mike and attempting to DJ.
As Britney Spears began to play, it was then he spotted her.
Baby I don't
know how I'm gonna survive
This fatal attraction is going to eat me alive
I'm not supposed to want ya but I do like I die
It's turned me into a monster, like I'm Jekyll & Hyde
Immediately Nick started making his way down to the bottom dance floor. His
craving for this girl was insatiable. Her silky raven locks, hanging down her
back in loose tendrils. The way her tan skin seemed to radiate under the neon
lights dancing around the club. She was on the phone with someone, laughing and
smiling as everyone else continued to dance. He hoped she was enjoying the
moment, for the best was soon to come; only right then, she didn’t know
it.
“Rose, where are you?” He could hear her saying into the phone. “I couldn’t
find you at the concert…we were supposed to meet up remember? I’m getting
worried. Call me when you get this.”
Nick smirked; I wonder if it’s the same girl I chopped up last
stop.
She hung up the phone, her dark eyes flashed with annoyance. “So much for being
friends, lets meet up, let’s hang out, triple rainbow all the way…riiiiight,”
She muttered before turning. Nick stepped forward, getting in her way. She
stepped back with surprise. He eyed her seductively, giving the grin that he
was famous for.
“Hey…”
The young woman smiled nervously, a blush rising up through her cheeks. Her
hands moved about, unsure of what to do. “Um, hi.”
He leaned forward, whispering into her ear. “I’ve been watching you…you’ve had
my attention all night.”
She giggled, shivering at the touch of his breath. “Really?”
It's scary,
yeah
I think I need some hypnotherapy, yeah
Cos when you stare at me
I wanna take over your body like, like, like it's freaky Friday
I wanna take you to a dark place
Make you, make you, make you do it my way
It's scary, yeah
I think I need some hypnotherapy, yeah
This scene is so very
I want you so bad it's scary
Baby I want you so bad it scares me
Nick nodded, inwardly laughing. The effect he had on the fans was such a useful
skill. It was like leading happy little sheep to slaughter. He’d thought the
deaths would’ve stopped after killing Rose, as she seemed to have been the
leader. But when they continued, it had confirmed he would have to kill them
all. Tonight’s girl, he had special plans for her.
“How about, you come with me…” he pulled her close, nuzzling her neck before
murmuring. “We can get to know each other a little better if
you know what I mean.”
“Sure…” she replied, lost within his touch as he led her back upstairs.
“What’s your name…”
“Sarah…”
“Mmm…Sarah…”
His lips met hers, the kisses between them becoming more frantic as he led her
back into one of the private VIP rooms. A place where he knew no one would come
looking in for quite some time. His hands ran through her hair, so soft to the
touch. He couldn’t wait till he could have his way with her. That would be when
the fun began.
His hands traveled downward, along her face, caressing her cheek as he pulled
away. “You’re so beautiful…”
Before she could move, before she could react, his hands gripped her head
tightly. Her eyes shot open, fear made them come alive. He could see in her
expression that she knew what was to come next. The thought exhilarated him.
With brute force he twisted as hard as he could, enjoying the satisfying crack
that followed. She fell to the floor, looking even lovelier to him. Her head
lay at an odd angle as he reached down for her body. He snickered to himself.
His work wasn’t over.
***
That next morning, he sat on his tour bus as it drove on to the next stop. He
hadn’t slept all night; he spent so much time working on her. Now he only
wanted to see the reports on his masterpiece. This one had been one of his
favorites. He channel surfed from his bed, hoping to find something
anything.
“It was found in the alley this morning. An unidentified young woman, police
are estimating the age to be in her early twenties. The public is horrified at
this brutal and twisted homicide. Her naked body was mutilated with carvings of
the words “Drop Dead Beautiful” into her skin. The murderer had covered the
body with white roses.” An image of the flowers flashed across the
screen, no longer white and pristine, but stained with Sarah’s blood. ”…Once
again, if anyone knows anything, please call this number…”
“Eight down…” His lips curled into a smile. “And the fun has only just begun…”
***