the writer and the serial killer- the better version of beauty and the beast
We all know the tale of beauty and the beast? But what if I were to tell you that there is a twist.
What if it was a writer and the serial killer?
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The restaurants lights glowed softly as I walked across the street to get to it. My friend signed me up for a dating site that compares your search history with another's. My search history was a little weird and I didn't think I would get a match. My friend signed me up thinking it would be funny because I write horror stories. I am also a librarian who runs a relatively average library with books lining the entirety of all the large shelves.
He just hoped his date wouldn't find him boring or too Average.
He walked into the establishment and glanced around finding it was mostly empty. Just his luck, he didn't think he could deal with too many humans today.
He looked around for the person that matched the brief description of his date. Red sparkly dress, short brown hair that brushed that awkward place between the chin and shoulders. I finally spot her at the far end of the room tucked into a corner far from everyone else. I didn't know if that worried me or made me feel relieved. As I approached her she stood up and looked up at me with the most dazzling blue eyes. She quickly perked her lips into a smile and held her hand out to me.
"You must be Jasper. I'm Angel." She said pleasantly.
I nodded and smiled as I gripped her hands. She had very rough hands. She must work with them alot.
"Have you been waiting too long. I'm so sorry, I-" I started to apologized but was cut off by her snort.
"Relax. I only got here five minutes ago. Now why don't you tell me about yourself. I just wonder how we got matched." She said titling her head looking at me from beneath her lashes.
"My friend actually signed me up without me knowing until a couple of days ago." I said chuckling nervously. "I am a librarian but in my spare time I write horror stories. What about you?" I say looking over at her in anticipation.
She sits up properly now as the waiter comes. We quickly place our orders. She seemed flushed as she quickly ordered a soup and lots of breadsticks. I ordered the chef's choice. As I turned back at her she said something so quietly I'm sure I got it wrong.
We began to talk and she actually laughed at my jokes. Which I was quizzical at. I was surprised when she said that she doesn't see alot of humour from where she's from. The night still managed to become amazing as we started a game where you would ask random questions.
"Metaphorically speaking if you were to kill someone how would you do it." She asked as she bit into one of her many breadsticks.
"Air shot between the toes. It will look like a heart attack." I said before cheekily pinching one of her bread sticks.
She sucked in a breath her cheeks on fire with a delicate pink blush. "Ok."
It's the cutest thing I have seen her do all night. She says she doesn't hang out with people much because they don't like her. I don't see how. Maybe she has a bad side I fortunately haven't been able to even grasp the concept of. Maybe she drinks? Maybe she's into drugs? But somehow none of those seems to fit with her. This delicate woman gives off an aura that is far worse than those petty addictions. I just can't figure out what.
And for the thrill of it I find myself being pulled to her more. The more we talk the more I fall in love.
"If I were to stab someone in the guts how long would it take for them to bleed out." I say as I seen our food being brought to the table.
We thanked the waiter as he walked off.
She then smiled and turned to me tilting her chin and pondered my question.
"Depends on who your stabbing, it can take anywhere between 2-30 minutes tops." She says. She sounds so sure of it and I can feel myself being drawn in even more. And if this is what it's like to crush on somebody. It's a nice feeling. The butterflies in my stomach would not go quiet since we started talking. The way she would tilt her head when she answered questions she obviously knew the answers too.
This date was going so well. I really hope that that statement wasn't one sided.
The evening was coming to an end and I was feeling really horrible about it.
"Well it's getting late and I think I should be getting home. I would love to do this again sometime." She says pulling out a couple of notes and placing them on the table. Then she put a slip of paper down on the table and got up brushing her hand against my face before leaving. I was absolutely dumbfounded. I went to go and call out for her but she had already disappeared. I quickly typed her number into my phone before shooting her a quick text on who it was. The fluttery feeling in my heart would not go away and I couldn't wait until next time.
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A.N
Hey ink. I'm so sorry that this is trash. I honestly didn't know what I could do for it. Thats why there is a part 2 I will write for you. I am sorry that this is bad but I hope you enjoy your bday besides this. I will try and edit this. But I have no clue what that will accomplish since I had no idea what to do.
This is your author Geno signing out.
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