A Killer Story For You [Demi & Xurxo]
 

OOC; This is a private thread for Xurxo and TheDesireMistress. It is horror based, so you have been informed.


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Daire West jumped off the bus stop closest to his home. It was about three blocks away, but it was much better than it had been the past couple years, and he ended up just picking up a ride instead. He heard the sound of sirens and they were close. He decided a small detour would be alright. He followed the sound and stopped in front of another home. He couldn't tell what had happened there exactly, but there were police with their police tape, blocking off the home.

From his walking around, he was able to gather that someone was killed, but police kept trying to get him away from there. But he was very curious of what had happened. And he just couldn't get rid of that curiosity.

So he started to walk up to anyone he could spot and ask questions. A crowd was slowly starting to form.

4 hours earlier.
Desi was walking pretending to deliver a message for Miss Angelisa.She knocked on her door 3 times.When Miss Angelisa opened the door a woman with Long light blonde hair and bright blue eyes and soft pale skin.She wore a long white dress with a thin white coat with it that wasn't even a coat.
"Ah Desi.Is something wrong?"she asked and Desi nodded her head."My mother wanted to do have some of these.I cooked them myself."she said handing her cookies as Ms Angelisa let her inside to sit on the couch and setting the cookies on the table.She sat across from her."Do you need anything?"She asked.
Desi thought for a moment and her eyes slightly changed."Um may i have some juice?"
Angelisa smiled and nodded.When she turned her back Desi stood up on the table and leaping toward her with a knife stabbing her with a knife in her back,chest,stomache and neck repeatedly.There was blood all over the kithcen floor,cabinets and the walls.

present time
Desi was cleaning off the blood off her shoes,clothes and body.She put her clothes in the washer and took a shower.After that she then got dressed in something different headed to Angelisa's place to see the crime scene.When she arrived she saw Daire and smiled."whats going on?"She said her smile turning to a frown looking worried.

He was just frustrated by now that he could get so few answers. He was finally glad that there was another civilian there as curious as he was. He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know," he said. He looked around, trying to slip between the people, and move forward, but he was stopped at every move. Eventually, he was bumped right back to stand beside Desai again. He folded his arms over his chest.

"Someone got killed. Angelisa?" he noted the expression on the girl's face and stopped talking for a few moments. "Did you know her?"

Desi nodded."oh i see.Yeah i knew here.She was nice.Its sad that she was murdered i always gave her freshly baked cookies i make every month."she said having her arms behind her back."Does anyone know who the murderer could be?"she asked looking up at him.Inside she was screaming for joy.She had an obsession with killing.It was an unhealthy habit.Usually if she killed someone in a less public place like a forest she would chop their bodies up into parts and throw them in a river.

Daire frowned and offered the girl a pat on the back. He tilted his head and offered his hand, "I'm Daire. I'm sorry about your friend." She seemed nice at least, and he wished he had more answered. "None so far, I hope they find someone, though." He didn't like the thought of people getting killed, nor did he like that they would have to wait and find out who did it. Someone who killed her was still roaming the streets.

"its okay."she said with a smile."im desi by the way."she said looking up at the young man.He seemed nice enough.Maybe she would make him her next victim.Though she wanted to get to know him first."i didn't go to her house too often.She was a friend of my Dad's.I just delivered things to her house."

"Still..." he paused for a long time. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "It's nice to meet you, Desi. Are you from around here?" he wondered how long he had been there, shoving his way through crowds if people, trying to gather more information. He didn't know if it mattered. No one was expecting him home right now, at least.

"yeah i live around here."she said with a smile keeping her hands behind her back."I go to the school that is about 3 blocks from this place.i go to an all girl private school."She explained."I didn't catch your name..what is your name?"she asked with a bright smile.

[sorry for short post couldn't think of anything else to do type]

"I go to the university across down," he said. He pointed in an arbitrary direction, not sure if that was really where his school was located, he didn't particularly care. "I'm Daire." He fidgeted for a moment. He looked around, "You doing anything? I have some cookies. And your friend died." He figured cookies were great for cheering up.

"Sure."She said with a smile and held onto Daire's arm."Can i hold onto your arm?"she asked."I kinda tend to trip and get lost when there are big crowds like this one."she explained.Inside she was grinning.This was a perfect oppertunity to get to know him.In the past the people who she killed...they were connected one huge event that happened in the past.Everyone knew about the event.But no one was to speak of it.

He cleared his throat, and covered his mouth as not to seem rude when he did. He made it sound like a cough to anyone else, though. He took a few steps forward, "You may." He wasn't about to appear rude, after all. Not when he invited someone over. It was in his mental list of things not to do when having a guest over. He didn't think his parents would care if he had someone over while they were at work for the day. "They're kind of like those ...ones that you pull apart and bake. Nothing fantastic."

Desi smiled."i love those kind."she said with a smile and pressing her breasts to his arm a bit.She was trying to flirt.It was all part of the plan.She wanted him to feel embarrassed or blush when he would feel her breasts against his arm."so your parents aren't home are they?i wouldn't want them to ask where i live."she said with a chuckle.

He definitely was embarrassed, "They are at work." He led them down the street, and turned at a corner sot hat way they would end up on his street. "They're good but not delicious." He looked from house to house, something still bothered him and was getting under his skin, but he couldn't identify exactly what it was. So instead of letting it bother him, he just stopped at his house.

"Home sweet home."

When he told Desi they were at work she was grinning inside once more and even laughing a bit.Though as she heard him say the comment about the cookies at his house she spoke."Thats okay."she said with a cheerful smile.When she saw his house she smiled."You have a nice house."she said joyfully as she continued holding onto there arm."shall we go inside?"she asked.

"Inside," He led them inside. Cookies were always good for a grieving soul, right? Something about this didn't seem exactly right, though. She was a stranger by all definitions. Well, they'd stay in the kitchen and living room he decided. And it was a good deed, after all.

Desi followed Daire inside of his house.Once she was inside she smiled."It looks even better inside."She said with a chuckle putting her hands behind his back.As the sleeves of her shirt covered her hands she fiddled with her finger nails.She smiled over at Daire."thank you for being so kind and to let me into your home."She said bowing polietly.

"Sure, sure." He moved his arm away from her and stepped towards the kitchen. The house wasn't large, but it was comfortable. He liked comfortable, of course. He shifted his hands into his pockets as he walked. On the island in the kitchen was a plate of chocolate chip cookies covered in saran wrap.