Tyler watched as Jenna walked away. His lip curled upward as she rounded the end of the aisle. He would be seeing more of her. Hands in his pockets, he turned the other way and made his way out of the shop. As he walked down the street, he fingered the handle of his knife in his pocket. He could feel it crying out for another taste of female flesh.
He arrived at the cafe and took a seat by the window. A waitress came over, wearing the prescribed miniskirt and shirt that was the manager’s uniform of choice. Within two minutes, a hot mug of coffee sat in front of Tyler, along with a slip of paper containing the digits of the waitress’s phone number.
Tyler looked up then as Emily entered and came over to him. Tyler stood to greet her.
“Sorry I’m late”, she hugged him and sat down. Tyler followed suit, sliding the slip of paper out of view as he did so.
“That’s no problem”, Tyler replied, beckoning the waitress back over. Emily ordered a drink, and they both ordered a snack for lunch.
“My friend didn’t want me to come today”, Emily said, “She thought it was a bad idea”.
“Why would she think that?”
“Oh who knows! With Jenna it could be anything”
“What do you say we get out of here?”
Emily smiled. “Your place or mine?”
Tyler rose from Emily’s side and sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his knuckles across his forehead. He could feel the urge rising. The dying evening light glinted off the blade of his knife where it protruded from the pocket of his pants where they lay on the floor. He had to do something. But not Emily, not yet, she was too important.
He stood and began to get dressed. Emily stirred on the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back in an hour, there is something I need to take care of”. He moved over and kissed Emily. She kissed him back, then let him go.
Tyler walked up the drive and knocked on the front door. The waitress answered.
“You move fast don’t you? I wasn’t expecting a call for at least a few days”.
“Today’s your lucky day”.
Tyler stepped inside.
“My roommates are out, so we have the place to ourselves”, she said, already stripping her clothes off.
“All the better”. Tyler embraced her, and kissed her full on. As she pressed her body against his, he slid his knife from his pocket, and stabbed her once in the side. She gasped in pain, and moved back. She opened her mouth to scream, but Tyler moved first, slashing the blade across her throat. The waitress’s hand rose up to feel the gaping hole where her neck used to be. Tyler smiled, and then left.
Tyler slid back into bed beside Emily, waking her up as he did so.
“Did you take care of it?” she asked.
“Yes”. Tyler moved on top of Emily, his sadistic urges satisfied, his pleasure urges rising up once again.