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A huge grin forms on my lips as my eyes lock onto the little name badge hanging around her delicate neck.

She's a detective. Things are about to get much more interesting.

She hands me the napkins, placing them directly into my hands, her eyes meeting mine.

Astounded, I glare back at her pretty face. It's strange—why does looking at this one make my heart feel so odd? It's irritating. I need to leave this place, but I can't now. The fun has just begun.

I hold back a subtle laugh as she speaks. "What's that for?" She asks, pinning me with a glare from her light hazel eyes, her brows furrowed. Confused, I replied. "Hm, what's what for, pretty girl?" I watch her face flush with embarrassment.

Interesting. Is this how people feel about me? Maybe that's why they're such easy prey, so easy to abduct and have fun with. Because they let me do it, taking them to heaven or hell, every single time.

"You laughed at me." She says in a cold tone. Oooh, shiver me Timbers. There's nothing scary about this young girl. I could kidnap her right now if I wanted to. But I have another idea—I'll take things nice and slow with this one before I end her. The thought of talking to an officer makes me wanna burst into laughter. Ah, this young girl standing beneath me could arrest someone like me at any time, and the thrill of that makes my blood rage. But she wouldn't know. She doesn't even guess who I am. Fool.

The mask I wear underneath, makes it a lot harder to find me. These stupid officers couldn't find a single trace of me to this goddamn day and it's honestly quite annoying.

They should be better at their jobs, don't you agree? Or else many people would have to leave this cruel world by the hands of ME.

They'd have to suffer. And suffer and suffer, until they die. With the wrath of me.

But I have a feeling this one here, knows what she's capable of, and that piques my interest.

Try and catch me if you can. Little pretty detective.

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"My dearest apologies, you're just quite interesting." I say to her as she keeps her little eyes upon me, she gives me a confused look yet again as her brow arch's up. "And what do you exactly mean by "quite interesting?"

She's really interested in knowing that, isn't she?

Hm, maybe I'll tell her. Even though I know her name already by reading the officer badge, she doesn't know my name, and of course I'm not Like those other killers you've probably seen or not. Perhaps. You know they always seem to give themselves all away.

Including names, ages and so on, and that is exactly the reason why those dumb asses get arrested and found out right away for. For not being able to keep your identity hidden. Your true identity that is.

And I'm not among them, I'm not an idiot.

but it looks to me she doesn't know me, not yet that is. Even if she doesn't, I hide myself very very well.

So I gave her a fake identity.

"Are you really that interested in knowing what I mean by that pretty girl?"

She responds in a subtle nod, as I grin. "Well, let's start off by names first shall we? Now go on, tell me what's your name, pretty girl?"

I say to her while the grin stays on my lips.

"Ella. My name is Ella hawks."

She says as a half smile appears on my lips. "Ella." I smirk, "it is rather a pleasure, you've got such a beautiful name for a beautiful young girl such as yourself."

Beautiful, indeed. It would be quite a shame for me if I just ended her life right away. Right?

She scoffs while I tilt my head slightly to the side. "Do you always go off flirting whenever you see a 'young and beautiful' girl?" She suddenly says to me as my ears perk.

What is wrong with this girl, why is she so worked up all of a sudden? Ah, maybe she doesn't believe this shitty stuff? It always works for my lovely girl preys though.

My brows furrow together as my gaze darkens towards her. "Do you think I'm lying, pretty girl?"

She stops for a moment and starts to speak. "Well uh.. kind of.."

My eyes beam up as I grin ear to ear, she's not used to this isn't she? Aw, that sucks, does she not have a spouse, it would of been more funner if she did, so then when I tie her up and gag her mouth, slicing the knife down her body as she gets covered in red while she screams and cries out for help while slowly slowly dying a beautiful death, her spouse of hers can sit and watch her cries. And after I can have some fun with him too.

My chest thumps with adrenaline filling in the thought of that. but then I snap back into what people would call "normal."

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A smirk pulls on my lips as I slowly reach my hand down to her hand, grabbing it with a subtle touch, as I lift her hand up and lean in closer to her hand, my lips graze on her delicate skin, planting a little kiss on her hand.

As my eyes look up while doing so, her face flushes with hints of pinks and reds.

I wouldn't want to scare my precious prey away.

"It really is a pleasure, Ella, a man like myself never backs down on my words and promises, therefore, whatever words I spoke to you right now are the truth. I've never met anyone as amusing as yourself, pretty girl. You definitely grabbed my attention."

I say as I let go of her hand. Looking at the sight of her expressions written across her face, it says it all. She's feeling me.

"Blayze Dawson." I say, while a half smile curves my lips. She furrows her brows. "H-huh?" I chuckle, and say the name again. "Blayze Dawson, pretty girl, that's my name."

Not entirely. Who I really am though, little detective.