Mystical Murder

I knew it was stupid of me to tell her what she wanted our status to be! I let out a deep sigh before getting out of bed. It's two in the morning and I can't get Kaylee out of my head. All week, the thought of Kaylee saying the worst couldn't leave my mind. We haven't done anything since that night, not even sleeping in the same bed together. And honestly, I miss having her by my side. It may have been only a couple times we slept together in the same bed, but I feel like we've done it way longer. I made my way to the kitchen and made myself a cup of black coffee. If I can't sleep, might as well drink something to keep me awake. I went into the living room and turned on the television to some random late night documentary on some school shooting. I guess I fell asleep sometime after I finished my coffee, because next thing I knew, it was morning. There was also a blanket drapped over me and my mug I had last night was gone. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

"I made breakfast." I heard Kaylee say.

I looked over to see her with a blueberry muffin on a plate in her hands.

"Oh, um, thanks." I looked up at the clock to see it was nine in the morning.

She set the plate down in front of me. I looked between the muffin and her.

"Don't you have classes today?" She shook her head. "Okay. But I swear you had classes today."

"Not until tomorrow. It's Sunday." I nodded my head. "And the reason why made breakfast for you was because of this."

She got up from the chair and kissed me. Our tounges clashed together immediately and I pulled Kaylee onto my lap. I had my hands firmly gripping her waist and her hands were tangled in my hair. My lips moved along her jaw and down her neck. I heard her moan when I gently bit down on her collarbone.

"Wait." I stoped. "Did you answer your question?"

She nodded her head. "Mhmm. And, we're together. You are the only person I have ever met that truly understands me. I'm grateful for that."

"Then we're together." I smirked and kissed her again.

She's mine. She's all mine. I have been waiting for this moment for nearly two months. It may mean that I have to stay in this dumbass state until Kaylee graduates at the end of the semester, but it will be totally worth it. Now that I think of it, it's been four months since my last killing, do you think the press thinks I'm dead? I guess that won't be a bad thing. The police will stop looking for me, and I can try to play my guitar again. Maybe join a band. That would be cool. Maybe they could let me play my violin as well. Even after all these years of being this terrible human being, I managed to get my old violin and keep it hidden from myself. But right now, i just want to focus of the one thing that is finally mine.

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