3. Is it too early to kill for her?

Tobias.

I want her.

I took one look at her bright blue eyes and that was the only thing I could think of. I want her.

She was so...small. She had silver blonde hair that flowed freely down her back. Light blue eyes that were almost transparent. A heart shaped face and pouty lips. Freckles were scattered across her nose and I got close enough to count them. They were nine in total.

Everything about her screamed perfection. I was desperate to know what she was hiding underneath the baggy clothes she wore. She looked so fragile, I half expected her wrists to snap in two when I held her small hands in mine as I helped her up.

She never stopped blushing, that was adorable as fuck. I wasn't expecting her to pay me a compliment and that threw me off. I almost asked her out for a drink but I didn't know how. I was nervous she'd say no. I lied about being a regular, I caught a glimpse of her throwing the trash out when I drove past here earlier today and I just knew I had to be back.

I never date. I've never been in a relationship and I never cared about that..till now. Whenever I needed to relieve stress, I always found women who understood that there'd be nothing but sex between us. It had been like that for as long as I could remember.

But, I'm staring at her right now and I want to keep her.... I want to own her. I want to destroy her. I want her to burn for me. I want her to crave me like the air she breathes. I want to ruin her for any other man, till all she sees is...me.

I clenched my jaw as I slid lower in my seat, my hand briefly moving down to squeeze my cock that had started to harden at the thought of her.

I wondered what she was thinking about. She was currently pacing in front of the shop, arms wrapped around her middle. She glanced back into the shop, doubled back then suddenly ran off to the side. Flattening her back against the wall, she peeked her head around the entrance as she hid from fuck knows what.

I felt like a pervert, staring at her like this. I was parked far enough that it wouldn't look suspicious but close enough that I still had a perfect view of her and the shop.  My car's windows were tinted so dark they should be illegal so I had no worry about her spotting me.

But...what the hell is she doing?

My lips curled up in amusement when she quickly pulled her head back, whoever she was hiding from had probably spotted her. She had a panicked look on her face as she glanced left and right obviously looking for where to hide or run to and I let out a low chuckle.

She's weird.

The smile fell off my face when a tall attractive guy walked out. She froze as her gaze snapped up to his and he moved closer to her with his arms folded. He was broad shouldered and bulkier than I was but that has never stopped me. They never see me coming.

I'd give anything to know what he was saying to her right now. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked away from him, her cheeks starting to heat up. She threw her head back in a laugh and I marveled at the sight. Beautiful. She's fucking beautiful.

I want to make her laugh. I want to be the only one that makes her laugh like that. My eyes snapped to the guy and I sat up slowly, deadly thoughts starting to go through my head.

I want to cut out his tongue so he'd never be able to speak again and then sew his mouth shut so he wouldn't be able to make a sound as I carve the words mine on his chest cause she's fucking mine damnit. MINE.

I'll make her mine.

I watched them intently, not even blinking. He suddenly slid a hand down her hair and pulled her to him as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head and I nearly lost it.

What the fuck? For his sake, I really hope that's her brother.

My eyes followed his movements as he walked back inside. She slapped her hands repeatedly on her cheeks with a huge smile on her face and I got my answer.

She likes him.

I let out a dark chuckle, my fists clenching as I tried to control myself from twisting out of control. I'm a gentleman, really, I'm a nice guy. But most times, it's really hard to control my inner demon.

I forgot how obsessive I get when I find something I want to myself. I never stop till I get what I want.

She can have her fun while it lasts. It doesn't really matter because at the end of the day....it's my name she'll be screaming at the top of her lungs till everyone knows who she belongs to.

She finally heads back inside and I stay rooted in my spot. Thoughts running through my head, I drummed my fingers against the steering thoughtfully.

Is it too early to kill for her?

All I want right now is to slit his fucking throat but I don't want to scare her away. I just killed a guy two hours ago and I really don't need to kill another. If I do, I might actually get out of control and kill every motherfucker that so much as stares at her.

I'm fucking crazy.

I let out a snort at that. Yeah, that has been established long ago.

I wonder where she lives. I wonder if she's truly as innocent as she looks. I wonder if she has ever touched herself.

Fuck. Now I'm hard again.

Shaking my head, I decide to go to my apartment. I had business to attend to but I'll be back.

I turned on the ignition and started to drive down the street, slowing down when I approached the shop.

My head turned to stare through the large glass windows and I saw her standing in the middle of the shop, arms wrapped round a young black woman. They were saying something to each other and they both laughed.

Her friend shook her head, flicking her forehead before disappearing round the corner, leaving omorfiá mou standing alone.

She must have felt eyes on her because she suddenly looked over her shoulder, staring right at me. But, of course, she couldn't see anything. I knew it looked shady as fuck, a car with tinted windows stopped in the middle of the street, right outside her shop.

I was glad the streets were empty and no one was yelling for me to move out of the way. I ran my gaze all over her while she stared at my car with furrowed brows.

She swallowed visibly and started to move closer to the entrance. I watched her open the door and right before she could step outside, I drove off. My eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, watching her stare after my car till I couldn't see her anymore.

I'll be back, my beauty. Just you wait. We're going to have so much fun.

•••••••

Six hours later.

It had been six hours since I stalked my beauty and just like I said...i was back. I looked up her shop online and saw that they closed by 8:00 pm. I got here ten minutes earlier and now I was in the same spot from earlier, my black car shrouded in the dark.

I watched the last customer leave and checked the time on my phone.

8:05 pm.

Her employees started to file out one by one and I glared when that guy from earlier walked out, looking so damn attractive, I didn't know if I wanted to kill him or fuck him.

I didn't give a fuck about gender. As long as I found the person desirable. Fuck it.

He disappeared into the night and I wait silently. From my findings, there were seven employees and all have walked out that door except one.

Her friend from earlier.

Five minutes later, I watched the friend walk out, bag clasped firmly against her sides. I watch her till I can't see her anymore and my lips curled up in a sick smile.

Finally.

I bide my time, waiting till I see her start to lock up. Just like I knew all along, she lives upstairs. From my visit earlier, I noticed there were no alarms, just flimsy locks around the door.

Fucking stupid. Does she care that little about her safety? Not like an alarm could keep me out anyway, I'd get in under five minutes. But how about other intruders? Just a measly deadbolt lock- I learnt how to pick that and relock it like it was never tampered with, when I was fourteen.

Anyway, that's a discussion for another day.

Now... It's time for some fun.