I see you…do you see me? I’m coming…your angel of death is nigh!

Such a pretty girl, so lovely, so full of life, the beauty of simplicity all wrapped up in one bundle. I love you…I need you…and I will have you. This hunger that drives me will never be sedated, each girl, lovely, beautiful girl I claim is never enough…I want more, more, more! So I continue looking, searching, wanting, needing, claiming. Wondering how many will be enough to quench my lust, to fulfill my desire and calm the storm in my mind. But deep down I know that it will never be enough. There is no time to think about that now, Jessica, my sweet angel, is about to retire for the evening, and I must escort her home.

“Are you ready?” I ask her, doing my best to keep the excitement out of my voice. “I am more than ready. Goodness what a day! I can’t believe that some one would have the gall to slash my tires like that. I am very grateful the security was able to have you walk me home Hank.” She smiled that glorious smile that always seems to brighten my day. I just smile back relishing in the fact that soon, and very soon, she will be mine forever, if only in my heart. You see I cherish each and every woman who has crossed my path and each one will live on in my heart. Soon, Jessica, my exquisite Fräulein, will join us forever. I walk with a spring in my step, so eager for the night we will spend together. Only a few blocks left to go before we reach her house, I have never been so exhilarated! No…no, that is not true, I feel this way every time I claim…ah, we are here.“I can’t thank you enough for this Hank. I always feel like some sort of ax murderer is going to assault me if I walk alone at night. I know it sound silly this area being so nice and all.” she says, batting her eye lashes at my shyly. “Not at all madam,” I say, tipping my hat at her, “I would ask but one small favor of you, would you mind inviting a man in for a glass of water? I am parched.”She thinks it over for a moment and then allows me to follow her inside. As the door clicks shut behind us, the bells of victory ring out strong and clear; I have won. “I need to use the rest room, but the cups are in the cupboard, help your self.” She says as she walks to the back of the house. I thank her as I pull out two cups and fill them with water. After adding a few drops of gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid, and only a few drops mind you, I don’t want to kill her, at least not yet, I set the glass out so that she can see it when she comes back. Waiting anxiously for her return, I glance around the house. t is a nice little home with stylish yet affordable furnishings; exactly how I imagined it. I can hear her coming now, it is almost time! As she enters the room the light emitting from the bulb above her head gives her face an angelic look and a halo appears in her long golden locks; a breath taking view to be sure. She smiles appreciatively at the glass of water I have put out for her and takes a sip.
“You know,” she says as she toys with her cup, “ I have never invited any one
into my home before.” I smile at her and inquire, “Oh really? Pray tell, what makes me so special?” She pouts slightly as she thinks over the answer to my question. After taking another sip of water she says, “I just trust you I guess. You have always been kind to me and have always been there when I needed someone.” She shrugs and takes another drink of water, “You aren’t like the other guys…your…oh I don’t…forgive me…light headed…” I jump forward to keep her from hitting her pretty little head on the ground.
“Jessica,” I snap my fingers in front of her face to get her attention, “Where is your bed room? You need to lie down.” She points in the general direction of her room with one limp hand. “What’s wrong with me?” she asks in bewilderment. What is wrong with you? Nothing my dear, you are absolutely perfect my love. “You are just tired,” I say, picking her up, “A good long sleep and you will be fine.” Such a liar I am. Dirty, nasty liar! Deceitful creature! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! I lay her down on the soft linen of her bed and pause to take in her magnificence. Picture perfect to be sure. “I will be right back.” I whisper as I make my way back to the kitchen to get the bag I left at the door. As I reenter the bedroom, I inspect the area to find the best possible place to set up my easel. There, in front of the door, where her head is facing. I set up my paint, brushes and canvas just so, and glance in her direction. I can see that she is trying to form words, but can’t seem to get them out. That is fine with me, I like silence as I work. I start with the outline of her body and then add the bed and the window with curtains behind her. I comprise a gentle breeze in the painting to give the curtains some character. Now I move on to the colors, which, in a way, does not do any justice to the master piece lying on that bed, but I will just have to make do. I am so focused on my drawing that I barely hear her whisper, “What…doing…?” I ignore her and continue my painting.
A few more minutes go by and she tries to speak again. “Why are you doing
this?” she asks me slowly, as if the words pain her to say them. I place a finger on my lips, a small gesture to let her know to be silent. Obediently, she closes her mouth and closes her eyes, breathing heavily. As I finish my work of art, I lean back in the chair I pulled from her desk and grin at what I have done. Her green eyes stair back at me from the painting, and I know that in this way, she, like the rest, will remain with me. Setting my feet on the floor, I walk over and side beside her on the bed. She struggles to look at me, but does manage to turn her self on her back. “Why?” she asks again, blinking rapidly. “It’s because I love you.” I sigh, leaning over to kiss her forehead. With one weak hand she pushes me away, and I chuckle and sit up right, to look at her one last time. Grasping the pillow behind her head I pull it out and place it over her mouth. She panic’s, trying to push me away, but the drug I gave her earlier has thrown her depth perception out the window. She struggles with me for a few minutes more before giving up and accepting her fate. I stay there for a few minutes after her heart has stopped beating, listing to my self bicker with tears streaming down my face. Is this what you call love? This? You KILLED her! This is not love! But it is! We will never be apart this way! Isn’t that what love is all about? Wanting to be together for the rest of our lives? Not like this! Never like this! Love/Hate. Love/hate. Love/Hate. LOVE/HATE. “SHUT UP!” I scream aloud, sobbing into my beloveds chest. “I do love you. I do, I do.” I do not know how long I have sat here, lamenting, but dawn approaches, I must leave now. I gather my
things and hold the canvas as close to my chest as the wet paint will allow. As I walk down the road and to the car I discreetly parked around the block the night before, I start to feel better, and pretty soon I am whistling a tune. The drive is not long, although to some people, one hundred and fifty miles seems long, but to me, it is but a moment. As I enter my abode, I scan the walls, looking for the perfect place for Jessica to reside. Ah there, over the fire place. The rest of the day and evening I spend in her company is time well spent. But soon that urge, the one that drives me so, will rear its ugly head.

I see you…do you see me?