When I saw Him, time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and at that moment I knew my life would never be the same because I had finally found him. The one. The first boy I would ever kill.

He was beautiful. He had soft brown eyes matching his beautiful quiff of his hair. He had a streak of white in his hair which perfectly complemented his chiselled face. Oh, that jawline could cut diamonds. But that was before the best bit. He turned in my direction. And he smiled. When he smiled his face lit up. His cheeks reached his eyes and his dimples just rounded it all off. But that still wasn't the best bit. He walked towards me. And he put his jumper around me. It smelled like flowers , and not like the mouldy daisies in the park. It was kind enough for him to even smile at me, let alone give me his jumper.

"Hi you must be cold, I'm Ethan, what's your name?" Oh my gosh, my heart just melted. His voice flowed like melted chocolate. It soothed my rough past. I told him my name was Jasmine and he smiled that millionaire smile again. When asked about why I was on the streets, I lied and said my parents had thrown me out. He told me he was waiting for his brother, Grayson. We continued chatting whilst I gazed into his shining eyes. But then I saw another boy.

My heart melted even more. I knew it was Grayson, even from a distance. His smile was identical to Ethan's. His hair shone in the sun with different shades of brown. He had the same chiselled face, him and Ethan looked like pieces of art, and it made me wonder what the artists must look like- their parents must be beautiful. Speaking of parents, I suddenly remembered mine. I had to think of a plan to kill Him. He seemed nice and if there's one thing I learnt from my parents, it's that nice people are the easiest to befriend, and then soon after, kill.

We sat and talked for what seemed like forever. I felt so blessed in their presence. But then the talking came to an end. They had to go. Ethan gave me a hug and I took in his heavenly scent once again. I begged him to come back tomorrow, and surprisingly, he agreed. My parents were right, the nicest ones are the easier ones.

Okay my last chapter only got one vote- but I'm hoping if I post this one- I'll get more readers :)