John Blaylock P.o.v

I was going on my date with my latest prey. We met on a website where it looks at our search history and pairs the searches. The most searches alike is who you get. The girl I got was a 25 year old writer.

I wore my basic suit like usual and put on my leather shoes. I lock up the house and start walking well shoving a pocket knife in my pocket. I had some time so I decided to walk.

I had been on a date yesterday and killed a girl who was on tender. She was way annoying though.

I sigh and walk into the resteraunt I was meeting her in and pause. She was stunning. That wouldn't stop me though. I'd still kill her. I might stall but I'll do it eventually.

I smile and shake her soft warm hand then we sit down.

"Your search history must be very dark to get me." I say with a smirk. She laughs slightly.

"Im a writer, I kill people for a living." I smile.

"How would you kill someone?"

"Id most likely do a gun to the back of the head then remove all bodyparts that make the body detectable. Like that one killer lately does. You know, fingernails, fingerprint, and hair."

I suck in a breath. It was incredibly sexy to hear than from a femal to me. "Any other things you do or whatever?" I cough slightly.

"Well I love visual art and just normal art. I also studie therapy but I dont ever use it much in my everyday life. I do some therapy appointments and stuff sometimes when I need the extra money because I mean I do struggle with rent and stuff as a writer but.." She shrugs. For whatever reason I felt bad. I didn't usually feel bad for humans because of all ive seen but she seemed different.

"Met any murders in a therapy session? I used to have a friend who did stuff like that but got killed by a client." I ask. She didn't seem creeped out and just nodded.

"I dated one. He ended up stabbing me in my side witch as you probably know doesn't do shit and I just went to the hospital. He wasn't smart. I just had to put pressure to it. I probably wouldn't have even died if I didn't get stiches. I even drove to the hospital fine." She said I looked slightly sad. I would have fully killed you.

"Well hes stuiped. Why would he do it?" I ask and studie her face. She was very pale. Almost like me. She wasn't a vampire but she had seen a lot. One thing I can do is see someones life when shaking there hand if I really try and if ive met them in my past life. Mabey I should try it to see. I highly doubt it though.

"I wanted him to get help. He killed a rabbit in the yard. If I wasn't home I wouldn't have cared but I was right there. I might write messed up shit but I can't see it." I could relate in a different way. I usually black out when I kill someone and drink there blood. But the rare times I dont I end up puking afterwards. I know it sounds stuiped but its true.

"I would have done the same."

We get are food. We ordered the same thing. My favorite spaghetti.

"I love spaghetti." She says and digs in.

"Same its my favorite. How about you?" I ask making small talk.

"I like how we saved this for after we talked about murder." She says and we both laugh. I'll give her another date. She was funny and I hated my neighbor so killing him instead would actually help me out a lot.

"So what books have you wrote?" I ask. I loved reading and mabey with her murder demographic, I might have read it already

"The best two are probably "Last June" and "Thomas Petty"." She says well sipping her drink.

"Im always looking for new books to put in my library and im going to the book store after this so I figure I'll pick up a copy." I say and she smiles.

"I wanna pick up a box of books I ordered so if you want you can drive with me." She suggests. She was to trusting. But mabey that would help me out some.

"Sure."

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We finish up eating and I go to pay, but to my surprise she takes the bill and pays for it before I can.

"You didn't need to pay you know." I look down at her as we walk and she shrugs. We walk to her car and drive to the book store. I couldn't help but look at her the whole time. She really was stunning. She had a look that would make any man fall for her. She seemed to be attracted to people like me though so that wasn't that good if you think about it.

We pull into the parking lot and I notice she has her own parking spot. "Why-"

She cuts me off, clearly having been asked a couple times about this.

"I write at the cafe here and I give them 8 percent of my book earnings so I get free food and the parking stop and to stay at a table all day." We get out and walk in well I think about what she said. It was cool that she could do that and smart because they weren't getting more than 100 bucks in money back after eating and the drinks and the parking spot.

I go find her books and grab the two she suggested just reading the back I already wanted to sit down and start reading. She must be much better than I though.

I look up at her grabbing a box of book to heavy for her and coming back next to me. I go pay and grab the box well she holds my two books.

"John, I can get it you really don't need to." She frowns.

"Its ok, love." I carry it and put it in her car then we get in. She hands me my books and starts driving.

"Did you drive to the resteraunt or walk?" She asks softly.

"Walk. Why?"

"Because then if you want I can drive you home." She suggest. Again to trusting. I could kill her as soon as we got there but now the whole neighbor thing sounded better because hes so annoying hes top of my list.

"Ok."

I give her my adress and she pulls in my driveway. I still wanted to read her so I grab her hand softly and kiss the back of her hand.

"Have a lovely night." I walk out with my books before she can say anything and go inside. I sit down and get the vision. She had a good life. But wasn't happy. Most boyfriends walked all over her and broke her because she was stronger than them deep down and it scared him. I also saw her and me. All I saw was us taking photos in sometime in the 1950s together kissing. I shake my head. I knew her in her past life. But when. I dont have good memorys after the 80s so sometime before that we fell out or she died or something.

I needed to know how I knew her.