Alissa Swan

Part 71

I easily controlled the steering wheel with two fingers. I spoke to Denise, my words laced with longing and fury.

"James hated cars. He liked being close to the ground. But I'd steal one occasionally, to throw him off the scent... See, we played hide and seek sometimes. No one can hide like me." I smiled. "But no one could seek like James."

"What - what are you-?" my barely conscious passenger, Denise (30's, a pretty bleach-blonde with expensive jewelry) said.

"Some games lasted months... but we always got hungry for each other. So I let him find me."

Denise, now lucid, looked around to see in the back seat of my car, Michael's body. He was well-dressed in a turtleneck. He was in his 40's. He sat upright, his head tilted forward as if he was resting.

Denise reached for him. "Michael? Oh my God."

"We never could get enough of each other. We would have had forever to try."

Denise, scared, shook Michael's arm. "Michael?!"

She realized that I had killed him. She screamed.

I smiled. "James always loved a screamer." My hand jetted out, grabbing a fistful of Denise'shair. I yanked Denise over, exposing her neck just as I bit it.