Falling In Love

20 - Caught in the Act

vikkzahhutt for the heart
prolly be a part two in the future (:
word count: 650

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I stuck the shovel into the ground for what I decided to be my last time, hauling out some dirt. I took a muddy hand to my forehead and wiped the beading sweat. Digging a grave wasn't exactly an easy task. I sighed and looked to my left where the dead body lay. Another one.

I did a turn, taking in my surroundings and making sure that the forest was still empty. No witnesses to see the evidence. I huffed and began to drag the corpse into the previously dug hole with much efforts. Finally, it slid in with a sickening crack.

Just as I started covering the hole back up with the dirt, I heard a gasp from behind me. I pulled my hood over my head and asked, "Who are you?" Without turning my face to them.

"B-Bro– that's a dead body," I heard them gasp out, clearly shocked.

"I'll have no problem adding your body to the grave if you speak a word of this," I snarled, turning to face the stranger. He was handsome. Rather short, dark hair covering his head. He had a look of fear laced with curiosity. I smiled at him. He wasn't worth killing. It would add more risk and suspicion.

"I should call the police, shouldn't I?" He thought out loud, but his eyes stayed trained on me. Like I was a trophy. Or the last water on earth. "You're quite beautiful though," He added. I didn't let my face show emotion, but inside I was bubbling with feelings. He called me, a murderer, beautiful. I scoffed, tugging off my hood and letting him see me for real. Or as much as he could in the dwindling light of the evening.

"You're not top hard on the eyes either," I smirked, watching his face turn pink and then him turn into a flustered mess.

"You killed that person," He pointed at the grave after a moment of silence.

"Nice work, Sherlock," I retorted sarcastically.

"Shut up, I could report you," He responded defensively.

"Don't get so cocky, babe, I'm the one with the knife."

"Who said I don't have one?" He was quick to reply. I laughed, enjoying his way of talking. He was scared, but seemed to be more entranced than anything else.

"Fair enough," I turned back to the grave and started filling it back up once more.

"Y-You're just going to keep doing that?"

"Yes," I grunted, throwing the dirt in.

"I could leave now? You're not going to kill me? What if I go to the police right now?"

"What would you tell them?"

I was greeted with silence.

"Shit, why do all the weirdos have to be hotter than the sun?" I heard him mutter after a bit. I laughed.

"Seen a mirror? There's proof they're not all weird," I told him, hoping for another reaction like the first time I complimented him. I was rewarded with a blushing face and hands pressed to his cheeks.

"I'm Vikk," He mumbled, shyly putting his hand out for me to shake.

"Cute name," I grunted once more, nearly finished filling the grave.

"You can't tell me yours, huh?"

"I can tell you. Not the real one, but the other one. For special people," I replied, wiping the sweat off my forehead again. "Pete," I shook his hand.

"Pete," He repeated.

"Pete," I confirmed.

"Pete?"

"Yes Vikk?" I wanted to try his name. It fell nicely off my tongue.

"Will I see you again?"

"We'll see. Get lost now, it's dark. Don't get lost," I told him.

"Find me," He murmured.

"I will," I smiled and watched as he walked off. I expected him to call the cops the second he walked up. But the world is quite full of surprises.