Listening to Carrie tell us all the thing she's seen during her unconscious times, it's TORTURE. Thinking of what I'd done to her, not intentionally, but it had still happened.
Lana on the other hand, listened intently, offering condolences when necessary, patting her back softly, but shooting me smothering glares out the corner of her eye.
I hung my head like a guilty dog, and tried to comfort Carrie, but my hand got swatted away like a dirty fly.
Well, apparently Lana is still furious about what I'd done. My brain searched for ways to make it up to Lana, to make it up to Carrie, to Jay, to Derek, to Carrie's parents......
But, deep inside me, a fire was ignited, loving the smell of a kill, the fear in my prey's eyes, those scared eyes darting around......
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Destined Kills
FantasySome are accidental, but these were destined kills. Destined? Well, in her perspective, at least.
