Blood Love
On The Run... Again..
They would probably know it was me when they found him. After all, the town was tiny and I was no
longer there. They didn’t have a name though or photos. Just my keeper’s memory. I could easily chop
off and color my hair. I was in the wind. Using snow and bottled water I washed the blood from my neck
and chest. After wiping the blade clean I threw the knife into a nearby tree line and headed to the
nearest motel. I was tired. Murder is hard work. But still better than sex. I was finally able to find relief
at a small motel on Main Street. I locked the door and fell to the bed without bothering to change or
shower. 12:30 pm
The sun was setting behind the trees when I finally woke. After showering and slipping into
sweatpants, I left my room and headed to the nearest salon – I had an appearance to change. I
found a
salon a block from my room where I regretfully chopped my mid – back length hair into pixie cut and
colored it jet black and gold. Extreme from my blonde, but not so extreme that I stood out. I was
cordial in a way that the stylist wouldn’t pick me out in a crowd. I smiled at the right times and tipped
her just enough. I needed to be normal. Satisfied with my new face, I went to a Mc Donald’s to grab
some food and catch up on my latest news story. I was feeling like a king. Sitting down in a corner I
watched the big TV from across the room. Volume was down but subtitles were up so I could gather
my Intel in quiet. I was not happy. This time they had a few clues and the bitch I stayed with came
forward and gave a description of me and it was surprisingly accurate. Anybody who paid attention
would know she was me and I was her…. The woman who killed the womanizing bar keep. They
finally figured out I was responsible for the other murders in California too. Fuck. Putting on my
glasses and pulling on my hood I left the restaurant and headed for the shady part of the town. I
needed a gun.
longer there. They didn’t have a name though or photos. Just my keeper’s memory. I could easily chop
off and color my hair. I was in the wind. Using snow and bottled water I washed the blood from my neck
and chest. After wiping the blade clean I threw the knife into a nearby tree line and headed to the
nearest motel. I was tired. Murder is hard work. But still better than sex. I was finally able to find relief
at a small motel on Main Street. I locked the door and fell to the bed without bothering to change or
shower. 12:30 pm
The sun was setting behind the trees when I finally woke. After showering and slipping into
sweatpants, I left my room and headed to the nearest salon – I had an appearance to change. I
found a
salon a block from my room where I regretfully chopped my mid – back length hair into pixie cut and
colored it jet black and gold. Extreme from my blonde, but not so extreme that I stood out. I was
cordial in a way that the stylist wouldn’t pick me out in a crowd. I smiled at the right times and tipped
her just enough. I needed to be normal. Satisfied with my new face, I went to a Mc Donald’s to grab
some food and catch up on my latest news story. I was feeling like a king. Sitting down in a corner I
watched the big TV from across the room. Volume was down but subtitles were up so I could gather
my Intel in quiet. I was not happy. This time they had a few clues and the bitch I stayed with came
forward and gave a description of me and it was surprisingly accurate. Anybody who paid attention
would know she was me and I was her…. The woman who killed the womanizing bar keep. They
finally figured out I was responsible for the other murders in California too. Fuck. Putting on my
glasses and pulling on my hood I left the restaurant and headed for the shady part of the town. I
needed a gun.