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I stilled, completely, as if we were in the woods, a hunt between the two of us. I slowly opened myself back up, quietly asking, "Why would you.... bring that up?" It responded, "I know you have a knife in your bag. I know what you meant to do. You were disappointed when we went somewhere more public, and way more excited when I invited you back to my place."

I was stunned, absolutely taken aback, to be read like that. Very few things would have caught me so off guard. It grabbed my hands, so much smaller than me, so frail in my arms. I remembered that I could just crush it, if I really wanted. But I wasn't sure I wanted to, not now anyway.

It turned its head slightly, eyes just catching mine. I knew my pupils had to be pinpricks at this point, and its reaction only seemed to confirm that, "Either kill me, or let me come with you for the next one." It barked, warily. But at the same time, its cheeks were flush, and its heart rate had picked up.

"I.... I had another planned for today, just before sunset. I was going to leave you a mess for someone else to take care of." Despite the phrase sounding like admission, I held no guilt in my voice. It giggled, "So I was just an afternoon, hmm?" I thought to myself, 'You're trying to make yourself a goddamn lifetime I guess.'

I nodded and gave it a kiss on the cheek, "I guess so, but now I guess you'll be more like a whole day, won't you?" Before I knew what I was doing, my tongue was in its mouth again, and I tasted something metallic. I must've bit my cheek.... or maybe it bit its own?

Not long after we got dressed, I brought out the spare clothes I was saving for after the first kill, and it changed into something similar. Not quite matching, but I think the not quite was a razors edge on purpose.

We drove out to the park, where the next meetup was scheduled. I had her wait near where I planned to drag the girl, across the rail line next to the park. I hated public killing, and I hated dragging bodies in the open, but across the rails was the safest place if I wasn't leaving a trail of blood.

It gripped my free hand the whole way, humming along to the noise music we had both said we liked. I was reeling from the whole experience still, an unbelievable set of events one right after another. My knife wasn't visible, that must've been some kind of guess.... or maybe looking while I was in the bathroom? But I put my keys on top, specifically so the bag would make noise? I decided I was thinking too much, I put it out of my head.

We pulled up to the park, we got out, and it took a brisk walk towards the agreed upon waiting space. We were early, an hour early, specifically so we knew it wouldn't be seen with me. I waited, reading a book I had brought specifically to cover the time I had to waste. I had planned for this time to be spent playing with it, cleaning myself, changing into new clothes, torching the house, changing my plates. So many steps I was going to very quickly take, to get away with the first one, and now it was my accomplice instead.

I shook my head, I couldn't get hung up on this, not right now. The girl I came to meet approached me, she smiled, "Maarika? I'm here to meet you, right?" I nodded, my eyes must've still been glazed, because she hesitated, "Are you.... alright?"

I shook my head and smiled wide, forcing a flush on my face, "Of course! Sorry, just, between the good book, warm sun, and how lovely you are, I wasn't sure I hadn't fallen asleep reading!" She giggled, I had clearly recovered any ground I'd lost.

I stood, tossed the book in my bag, and we started off. We walked side by side awhile, as the sun started setting, the park started clearing. I had a risky strategy to try, that could save valuable witness risk, but cost me dire if she didn't fall for it. I had accrued enough good will, goofing off, complimenting her many lovely features, taking a very nice picture of her with the flowers, I gave it a shot.

"You know, I'd hate to suggest something and give you the wrong impression, but across the tracks there's actually a creek. The land belongs to the company that owns the rails, but it's beautiful over there, if you'd like to see it." I tried to look a little embarrassed to suggest something, even minorly, illegal. She smiled, and I felt like I could taste her blood already.

"I'd be willing...." She said, only a small hint of hesitation. She looked at my bag. I immediately thought to myself, 'Worth it.' Tossing it behind a junction box for the rail signals. She looked more at ease, and I helped her across the tracks.

We got across, to a stream, just like I'd promised. I pointed down into the water, and said some nonsense about a small critter being down there. By the time she was crouched beside me, it was too late.

Only a few seconds passed between me pushing her head into the water, and the other, smaller predator, whatever it was to me, rush into the scene. It held her head down, with both hands, and I switched mine quickly to grabbing the girls arms and sitting on her legs. We waited until the bubbles stopped, and when it looked like it was about to pull her up, I hissed, "No. Wait another thirty seconds, at least. She could be faking, that drowning didn't take very long."

Its eyes widened, looking around for witnesses, potential to be heard, I kept my voice low, "I know how to speak so it won't carry, I've practiced, even if I don't normally have something else with me." It nodded, silent understanding.

When we pulled the girl ashore, I let it have the first pick of what to do, so I could grab my bag. After a bicyclist went by, not a soul in sight came while I dashed across the tracks. And as I got back into the woods, I heard the rumble of a train in the distance, more cover.

She was still warm inside when I started ripping her open. It was marveling at her organs. It stared at me, and sheepishly admitted, "I didn't bring a change of clothes." I barked a mirthless short laugh, and shook my head, "I have an extra in my trunk, you'll have to trust me to go get it if you want to get bloody."

It didn't hesitate. As if it could read my mind, knew I'd do it, knew I wouldn't abandon it, or just kill it to tie a loose end. I was startled when I realized I was thinking the same thing, I certainly wouldn't be leaving it behind, or killing it.

We got our hands dirty, filthy even. I let it have the heart, reluctantly, and after seeing the light in its eyes burn brighter than before, I was moved to throw myself at it and kiss it, bloodstained and all. I realized, much too late, we had blood in more places than I normally did. Black nitrile didn't keep blood out of its thick, soft hair. And it certainly didn't keep blood off the back of my neck.

The girl was done, we had enjoyed ourselves, even had the gall to get off together right there, right where we could be caught. Didn't help that the first chance I had, my gloved hand went right down its pants with some blood stuck to me. When we were done I felt stupid, like I could've told this thing I loved it. Who knows, maybe I did.

Regardless, I needed to clean it up, and myself. I took to work using peroxide, alcohol pads, every tool in my bag getting myself clean. Depositing dirty ones directly into a plastic gallon bag I kept for this. I had it do the same while I thoroughly double checked myself, and got changed.

I went to my car, it had all of the evidence of the crime, it could run off right now and say I had forced it to be a part of my sick scheme. What if this was all a trap? I had to believe that wasn't so if I wanted to keep it around. Or else how would I trust it?

I got the spare clothes, started fabricating a story about seeing an unhoused person, and just having some clothes I could give them. An aggressively mediocre lie, but probably enough to dispel anything but outright suspicion. All the same, I made my return trip fast.

I found it there, naked, away from the corpse. Its clothes in a plastic bag, used wipes in another. It looked spotless. I double checked thoroughly, but not because I doubted it, for my own enjoyment.

It giggled again, "Having fun, aren't you?" My eyes widened, surely not visible in the dark, but it responded all the same, "I thought so, pervert~" It snuck a kiss on my cheek, its lips were cold, and I was instantly hard.

Once it was dressed, we got back to my car, taking a slightly longer way to avoid the well lit pavilion area. I opened the door for it, like some kind of fool. It giggled and got in, not saying a word. My head was spinning, dazed and confused by everything that had happened that day.

I got back in my car, turning it on. The moment I got out of reverse, and started driving away, it snatched my hand up. Gripping me tightly. I shuddered in delight, its hand was soft still, and cold. "When's next time?" It asked, plainly, like that was a new normal. I blinked with surprise, "Uhhh, not for months. They need to find this, determine it's another freak occurence. We'll need to pick a new city, too. Not too close, not too far." It nodded, I could see it out of the corner of my eye.

I drove it nearly home in silence. Before we got there, it piped up, "Don't take me home, if I'm out this late, they won't be expecting me back. I already texted a friend, I have a cover." I turned away from where I'd gotten it to begin with.