( There is a picture of Duke in the media section :o He's based off of my dog xD So this is the first chapter and it jumps right into the story line because I didn't wanna write boring stuff that has nothing to do with the story. Which I do a lot xD Please vote and comment telling me what you think. Oh and give me some advice please. ^_^ )

The grass rustles underneath my feet as I walk through the field. Duke follows at my heels, his tail wagging happily from side to side. 

It's an extremely nice day out, the sun shining down on my skin, a light breeze blowing my hair. Despite all the murders, I've decided to take a walk. Of course I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't for Duke. He's a fawn Boxer and I can trust him to do his duty of being a guard dog should anything happen to me.

I don't know what to expect going on this walk. To be honest, I feel like someone is watching me, which scares the shit out of me. What did I expect though? Every other day someone is killed for crying out loud. You're so retarded Allison, who goes out for a walk when there's a murderer prowling about?

"You shouldn't be walking alone." A accent laced voice sounds from somewhere to my right. My body instantly stiffens as I slowly turn my head to see who said it. It might be the killer. Should I just run or?

When my eyes land on the person, they widen. He's gorgeous. The only throw off? All the tattoes coating his arms and the ones poking out from the collar of his shirt. He has a lip ring and an eyebrow ring, the sun hitting them so they're noticeable I've never seen him before and that worries me greatly. 

"I'm not alone, I have D-" I gesture with my hand to my dog but I realize that he isn't next to me anymore. What the hell?

The guy lets out a loud and obnoxious laugh. "He ran away ages ago sweetheart. Too distracted by my looks to notice? I think your jaw is reaching the floor right now."

It's true, I was too distracted by him. But can you blame me? Again, he's gorgeous.

"What the hell do you want?" I ask him and he shrugs, taking a step closer to me. I take a step back which makes him laugh again. 

"No need to be scared. Lemme guess, you think I'm him, don't you?" He raises an eyebrow and I slowly nod.

"Well, I'm Jake." 

I realize that he didn't deny the fact that he is the killer. But that doesn't  necessarily mean anything.

"Are you done pestering me? I-I really need to get going." I raise my hand in the air, pointing behind me.

It takes him a minute to respond so I turn my back on him and walk away. Just when I think I'm out of the clear, I feel an extremely cold hand wrap around my wrist, forcing me to turn around. When I do, like something out of an extremely cliche movie, my body presses up against his. The heat raises up my neck to my cheeks as I meet his eyes. They're a pretty hazel.

"Eager to leave?" He whispers, his warm and minty breath fanning across my face. I can't bring myself to tear my eyes from his. It's like they're staring into my soul and I don't know how to feel about it.

"I-I was j-just, um, well, I." I mentally curse myself for stuttering and my loss for words.

"You're cute when you're nervous. You never told me your name?" His head tilts to the side slightly.

I know I shouldn't tell him but the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Allison."

Jake releases his grip on me and shoves his hands in his black skinny jeans pocket. I don't step away for some reason.

"Well, I'm glad I met you. Let me walk you home?  Don't wanna be out here by yourself for too long?" His lips quirk up in a smirk and I internally battle with myself before deciding that I should just let him. He seems like the guy who gets pissed off easily so I better not instigate it.

"Whatever." I mumble and he nods before he starts walking. "Coming?"

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*Jake's POV*

Her shyness around me is very cute. Normally I would of got rid of her by now but something about her is stopping me. I don't know what and that bugs me. Since when does Jake Roche pass up the chance? Never.

"So I n-noticed your accent. W-why are you-u here?" I know I can't avoid the inevitable question. 

"Um, I have some work business?" I end up putting it into a question but she doesn't notice. Whew.

She stops walking and I lift my eyes to see her house. It's just an average size, it's beige and the roof is black, It has black shutters and the doors are also black.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Allison. Hopefully we will meet again." 

I can tell just by her posture and the way she rubs her arms that she is really nervous around me. Am I literally that intimidating? Of course you are Jake, you have the tattoos and everything to prove it.

"Um, yeah, bye." She gives me a small smile before walking towards her house. My eyes follow her up until she slips inside. I find the empty feeling filling me as I go back to the field where it all happens.

(It's short but I hope you liked it. Please don't forget to vote and comment to let me know what you guys think.)