Horror

"More four shots...I mean shots more four," Dallas Adams said in her Texan accent. "I mean four more shots, pretty please." She cracked up and I joined in with her, my own drunken laughter sounding strange to my ears.

Dallas and I were celebrating the inauguration of Key's Pirouettes, my official ballet lessons studio for little kids. Ten years I had worked my butt off as a teacher in other studios, and finally, I got my very own. Drinking was probably not the best way to be a role model to said little things, but...

"Let's dance, Keyna." Dallas hopped off the bar stool, her blonde hair flouncing. "I am so proud of you and so drunk." She giggled.

Dallas' enthusiasm and pride made me blush and I grinned back at her, sipping my drink. "Totes drunk, babe."

She tugged on my hands. "Come on. Let's dance." She swayed her hips, nearly giving me a lap dance in the process. Laughing, I followed her on the dance floor. The red and blue lights pulsed and the music filtered in through the speakers.

I wasn't good at 'club dancing.' Ballet was my oxygen, but I still managed to sway my hips, scream and throw my hands up in the air. My right foot started to throb after some time. I had worn six-inch heels, but my main issue was years of ballet had damaged my toes. A long period of time in shoes like these hurt like hell.

Tonight, I had vowed that I would not care. I was going to enjoy myself. I deserved it.

Then I felt it; the weird sense that someone was watching me, or like someone was ripping me to pieces with their gaze.

But in the crowd, I could not see anyone who was looking at me intensely enough for it to be uncomfortable. Granted, some pervs were eying my ass, but as soon as I caught their eye, they turned away. Yet, that peculiar sense lingered.

I tried to ignore it and continue dancing, managing to smuggle in some ballet moves while I partied.

Ignoring it was the first mistake that led to my death.

For weeks after that, I was sure I was being stalked. I was not a paranoid person and never had been. But now...

My hair would rise up when I was on the street in the middle of the day. I was sure there was someone standing outside my window as well, in the night. Watching me read, watching me sleep.

But thankfully, my ballet class filled with little girls (and one little boy now too!) in pink tutus and leotards, was my safe haven. When I taught everyone that music was in their blood, and ballet was the way their body responded to it, I felt comfortable. I loved watching them do pirouettes and arabesques, stretching their pointy toes, clad in soft pink slippers.

All except the little boy's, whose shoes was a baby blue, of course. Alex, he was called. One of my best students after Chanelle.

The same Chanelle who now charged towards me and locked her legs around mine.

"Ms. Green! Ms. Green!"

"Chanelle, hey there, darling."

She turned her big green eyes toward me. "What are we doing today?"

I bent down, tucking my hair behind my ears as I looked at her earnestly. "We are going to start with some stretches and then learn a new piece."

She squealed and I smiled, a gentle warmth surging through me.

The class went by faster than I could have imagined and I was soon waving all my little babies goodbye. I decided to practice for a while, and I quickly shoved my feet into my nearly torn ballet slippers. A few minutes and stretches later, I started to practice a piece I had taught myself the week before.

"Ms. Green?"

The sudden voice, made me twirl too fast and I fell down, pain arching itself up my leg. The man's eyebrows shot up and he tentatively stepped towards me. I waved him off, slowly getting up. My twirl had ripped the last threads holding the slippers together and I threw it off—to see my legging threads had become frayed as well, especially on my right leg. My toes poked out from then, red and sore.

"I am very sorry for startling you," he said again.

I looked up to see a pair of bright blue eyes, like Alex's. The man's smile was perfectly in place, placating almost. He looked normal, maybe even handsome, but that strange paranoia I had been feeling for weeks suddenly surged up.

"Yes? Alex's father, I presume? He takes after you." I smiled politely even as my heart raced, stretching out my hand. He shook it, his grip tenacious.

"Yes."

"I was just in the middle of practicing. What can I do for you today?" I picked up a towel, dabbing away my sweat. He watched my movements with an intense glare.

"Alex loves ballet, and your new studio has been getting many excellent reviews. I had seen you at the inauguration ceremony, and it is clear your soul is in ballet. That is the kind of person I wanted Alex to learn ballet under. I encouraged my ex-wife, who he lives with, to enroll him here. How is he as a pupil?"

His words clanged some warning bells in me. Only a selected few were invited for the cutting the ribbon for my dance studio. So, when he said he saw me at the ceremony, he must have seen the pictures. But the way he stood, his posture accompanied with these oddly phrased words, put me on edge.

Nonetheless, I smiled. "Thank you for entrusting me to teach Alex ballet. He is a bright and attentive pupil and is one of the best."

"He loves you and this class very much."

I pulled my hair down from my ponytail, refastening into a bun as I walked around the room, shutting off the lights. From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me in the large floor to ceiling mirror of the studio. "That is sweet of him to say. I look forward to seeing him in every class. Anyway, I was just about to leave, so you have caught me at the right time to ask of him. Is that all? I must be leaving."

Instantly, the room seemed to turn colder than before and he uncrossed his arms from across his chest. In seconds, his eyes seemed to darken into whirlpools of night-sky blue. The light from the streetlamps outside cast his face in all angles and planes.

Sweat trickled down my spine and my blood seemed to freeze.

"Not yet. You see," he licked his lips, "I have been watching you for some time now. I saw you at your inauguration in the slinky black dress. And then at the club a few streets down, Keyna Green. Even in the club, you could not help but pirouette. I was watching you."

I gulped and tried to make my way to the door, but his large frame was blocking my exit.

"You see, your initial supposition was correct. You were thinking 'he must have seen me in the pictures' when I mentioned your ceremony. But no, I saw you here. You truly are so graceful at ballet and I think," he took a hard gulp, "I might be slightly in love with you. Alex fell in love with the ballet you taught, but I fell in love with you. I cannot stop thinking of you. That is why I enrolled him here. To see you. My ex-wife loved ballet and she made me fall in love with it. But when she left me, I hated it."

He stepped closer, his eyes rolling. "But you...your grace has made me fall in love with it all over again."

I was trembling. He was crazy, truly crazy.

My back hit the stool where my duffel bag was. I dipped my hand into the bag, hoping for some weapon to hit him with. But all I had were clothes. I spied my water bottle a little away from me and was about to make my move when a flash of silver had me rooted into the spot.

He stepped forward again and I shuffled back. The only option I had left was to kick him in the face, ballet style, and flee.

"I saw you open up your studio, Kenya Green and I was entranced. I still am. I have been watching you. We would be perfect together. We need no one else." He reached for me but I fumbled out his grasp. Preparing my leg, I delivered a strong kick to his face. He groaned and I quickly grabbed my bag, trying to make a break for the exit.

A sudden weight across my lower abdomen and the feeling of being pulled back had me screaming. I tried to claw at his arms but it was futile. Seconds later, the wind was knocked out of me as I was thrown to the ground. My injured foot connected sharply with the wooden floor and I was in agony.

But nothing could match the pain that speared through me when he plunged his knife into my heart.

"You aren't going anywhere, for I never want to lose my love for ballet again," he whispered in my ears, cradling me.

Like the song a swan sang when it died, the music in my veins- the music of ballet- also perished. 

Keyna- pronounced Kay-na

A/N: Lmao, I had no inspiration for this prompt and just tied up the photo to when she falls down and the slippers rip because I honestly had no clue what to do XD. This is not my best work at all, but what did you think? 

Also, what genre is this, because I don't know XD?