HAUNTED: THE FORMIDABLE BELLADONNA

I SHOULD KILL HIM

I walk around the room in my naked state with water cascading down my plump body to be sure I didn't make a blunder about where I left the body but everything gets eerier when there's nothing in the room. Not even a single trace of blood!

His heart is also not there. It's just as if nothing happened here. The room smells as new and fresh as liven flowers.

Did someone come in here when I was in the bathroom? But I never heard a sound and cleaning up the sticky-smelling blood and taking away the corpse would have taken a lot more than an hour so how come?

My throat suddenly feels dry. And my heart is panting heavily that I can hear the sound.

I'm certain someone ten feet away from me would too. Or did I spend more than an hour in the bathroom? Perhaps I did!

But even at that, the cops left so how then did the body suddenly disappear?

I try to tell myself that I must have made a mistake, I try to believe that I might have assumed I left his corpse here when I didn't.

But in as much as I tend to make myself believe those words, I know that I'm lying.

He was right there, I killed him right there so where is his corpse? And what the hell happened to the already sticky smelly blood that was all over the floor?

I dart my eyes around the room once again but there is nothing. Not a drop of blood!

I drop to my knees and stare under the big bed and there's also nothing there.

Suddenly, I hear a shattering noise. It came from the sitting room.

I jerk up instantly and pick up the duvet on the bed wrapping it over myself.

Slow footsteps begin echoing, it is drawing near, whoever it is just left the sitting room. The stranger is walking towards this room, towards me.

Goosebumps appear all over me, my heart flies into my belly and my palms become sweaty.

The steps are getting nigher and nigher. No, they are here. The door is twisting.

I rub my palms together not knowing if to dash out through the exit door or remain where I'm standing. I choose the latter. I just killed my monster dad, what is there that I can't face?

I shut my eyes as the door opens widely and for several minutes remain like that.

"If this is the same girl that just killed her dad then I think the CCTV cameras must have made a terrible mistake because this girl I'm seeing here is more like a kitten than a tigress."

I don't think about his words, no, I think about it but not so much as I think about his voice.

It's cold and at the same time pungent. It also sounds so familiar as if the voice has been embedded in my head for as long as possible.

I fight the nervousness that is suddenly creeping into me. He's a guy. A fucking dude. I shouldn't be feeling this way for him! I should be feeling repulsive instead!

My body seems to be betraying me. I think I'm having a hot flash.

Or I have butterflies.

Or maybe I'm coming down with a stomach plague. I don't know.

I don't think I want to know.

The feeling is so foreign. One I'm not ready to seek out or the least allow to stay.

They are all monsters, monsters shouldn't be loved or cherished. They should be killed, just like I killed my dad!

Shit!

I suddenly remember his statement and my eyes fly open before I can think of anything else. "What...," my words stop down my throat as I lay eyes on him, and as much as my body wants to react to his facial features the feeling of disgust takes over.

I guess my body indeed remembers him. He is the dude of hours ago. The asshole who thinks through the stick between his legs.

He hasn't changed one bit. His lips are stretched in a seductive crooked grin and he can't stop licking his ugly-looking pink lips.

Eww! Gross!

Actually, there's nothing seductive about that. Might be seductive to others though but definitely not to me. Nothing about him excites me or maybe... I don't know. I'll never admit it.

But what is he doing here? Don't tell me he's a?

"I'm not a cop if that's what you are thinking." He says as if reading my thoughts. "I was just yunno... Not giving up on the girl so I followed you. Let's just say, I saw everything that happened through the laptop in the sitting room. It was pretty interesting though." He flashes me a full-blown smile and once again licks his lips. Why does he keep doing that?

It's so irritating!

But although I'm quite relieved that he isn't a cop, I can't let go of the fact that he saw everything. He fucking saw everything! Perhaps I should kill him. Yes, I should kill him and run away. That's a pretty good idea.

I glance at him and my eyes narrow. He said I'm a kitten right? It's time I put what I am in his empty head. I guess he will be screaming she is a tigress, a lion, a witch all the way to hell. A sinister smile finds its way to my face as I size him up. Such a cute prey. That's if he will stop licking his lips for a moment anyway. Yes, I said it. My prey is cute.

At least since he's going to die anyway, I might as well praise him first.

But who even taught him that licking his lips will make a girl fall for him? Are all guys so foolish like him?

But that's not my problem though. Never will be. He doesn't look like a tough guy or an easy one. He is just a perfect mixture of in-between.

I should just hit him against the wall or snap his neck. Or perhaps choke him.