Selene
The overhead streetlight casts a dim yellow aura around me as I lean against the pole waiting for him. I’ve tracked him for the past two weeks and the bastard has become predictable.
I’m standing outside of his favorite tavern - he hits this one up on Mondays and Fridays - and he’ll stagger out in about ten minutes, looking for a taxi. I settled on this place for our meeting because the alleyway beside it is perfect for a clandestine hook up.
“See you next week, Charles.” His voice grates on my nerves and when he laughs, I fantasize about cutting it out of his throat.
He stands beside me and peers up then down the street, looking for the bright yellow paint of a cab. I can feel the moment his eyes land on me because my skin crawls and I feel an uncontrollable urge to pop them out of his head.
“Have you been waiting long?” He slurs and I curl my hands into fists.
“About ten minutes.” I keep my voice level and sweet.
I swing my gaze to meet his and feel the bile creep up my throat at his appreciative perusal. His highlighted blonde hair sways in the breeze and his green eyes crinkle with mirth. Those full lips pull up into a handsome smirk. He kind of looks like a Ken doll.
“I haven’t seen you here before.” He stumbles then rights himself.
“I’ve seen you.” I say seductively and slowly flutter my lashes.
“Is that so?” He two-steps excitedly.
“Oh yes,” I nod. “I think you are one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen.”
“No!” He pffts with his mouth and waves me off.
“Mmhmm.” I nod again.
“Well, I’m here now.” He holds his hands out and stumbles. “Question is, what are you going to do with me?”
See? Predictable cunt.
“Hmm.” I tap my chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “How about we go down that pathway and get acquainted?”
“The alley?” His eyes widen with excitement.
“Why not?” I shrug.
He motions for me to lead the way and I grin knowing I have him right where I want him. I step into the alley and the little light from the streetlamp completely dissipates. It’s pitch black and I can smell urine, making me gag.
It takes him all of three steps before he has my face pressed against the brick. I roll my eyes and pretend to panic.
“Hey.” I call out. “Take it easy.”
“You’re an easy little bitch.” He growls and the stench of whiskey on his breath floods my nostrils. “I usually like them fighting.”
“I know.” I say as I rear my head back and crack him in the nose.
He falls back against the adjacent wall, clutching his nose, and roaring. I stalk towards him and kick him swiftly in the balls, grinning when he falls to his knees.
His nose is running with blood and dripping off his chin. His hands are cupping his sac as he sways and cries, and I bend at the waist to meet him eye to eye.
“You’ve been naughty.” I wag my finger at him. “Very naughty.”
He begins to moan and plead with me to leave him alone.
“Can’t do that.” I straighten, “remember all those campus girls that begged for the same thing? You didn’t show them mercy.”
“Who are you?” Spit flies from his mouth and blood runs between his teeth.