Number one with a bullet....

He watched. Sharp green eyes, through the mist and rain. He was all he needed to do, nthing else, thats how simple it had become. His weeks of campaigning had left her paranoid and unable to function, through her sleep deprivation and paranoia. She looked exhausted, and there was the tell tale sign of defeat in her posture and walk. He sighed, this one, like the last had been too easy to break, what he wouldn't do for a bit of a challenge. Maybe he needed to become more selective.

His first, well she had been an accident. His heart still broke at that. He had loved her, but she tried to leave. He didn't want to be alone again, everyone always left him. He showed her how it good it was, pressing himself to her, showing her his passion and temper, of what she would be missing. But then she didn't move after. Her eyes had a glazed look, and the marks around her neck had started to deepen with a purple tint. At least now she would never leave him again. She was safe and secure, in a place she would never leave, and he would always know where she was. And that's all he ever wanted, to make sure they were safe. Bad things happened to the ones that wouldn't let him keep safe.

He had felt reassured by this, and wanted his mother to learn there was a way that she could stay with him forever, instead of leaving him again for which ever clown she thought was better than him. So he showed her. But she flipped when he showed her how the first had loved nd was to stay with him forever, and called him all the foul names under the sun. So she never saw the sun again.

That's when he realised he could make it so he never got finished, or abandoned again. Everyone he wanted, he could keep forever. And if they hurt him, if they refused to let him help them, he could break them, then add them to his growing collection. Some he got through terror, others he woo'ed, the rest, he had been that shoulder to cry on, when everything was going so wrong in their lives.

He had liked this one...

He thought about keeping her for longer, out in the sun. That's all he wanted really. He didn't want to keep them away in the dark. He knew he was a lot to handle, and these city girls just tried to be too controlling, wanting things there own way, wanting their say in the matters at hand. Maybe he needed to go for the women that were bred to be stronger. Maybe he could see several....

He would just need to make sure they were never to meet. It would certainly add more of a challenge to the situation. And plenty of other men did it. He would be more likely to meet the one that was meant to be for him. He would find her sooner, if he tried several at a time. Is plan started forming in his head, a method to the madness.

He turned and looked as she got to her porch, fumbling with her keys, stopping and picking up the rose outside her front door. He smiled as she broke down crying hysterically. It was too cruel to make her wait longer. He needed this one out of the way first, she was quite clearly a lost cause. Tonight was the night.