Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Serial killers aren't always pariahs. Jacob had heard that plenty on documentaries he'd watched on fellow serial killers. The John Wayne Gacy's of the world were affable, fun loving guys who shocked everyone when their deep, dark secrets were made public. Jacob fell in that category as well. It wasn't that he loved people or being the center of attention, but Jacob had a way with words. He was confident bordering on arrogant. He wasn't the least bit shy or passive. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Most of those conquests were beautiful women. Jacob had always been handsome, with dark, mysterious eyes women ladies were drawn to and a large, domineering frame. He had broad shoulders and short, immaculately kept hair. He could have been a model if he so chose, but that career path would have done nothing to sate his desires. Jake had always been inquisitive. When he was young, he was the kid with the magnifying glass frying ants to a crisp. When he got a little older, he mutilated squirrels and rats. He would cut a hole in their gut and pull out their insides. He'd pop their beady eyes out of their sockets and string them up in the basement until the smell of their rotting flesh became too much. These little quirks never were discovered by his barely present parents. Jacob had friends, but they were more just kids who he didn't despise. He'd go to parties just for the girls, use his good looks and charm and coax them into bed with him. He wasn't much for love even in high school. Instead, he chose to fuck them and forget them. His more violent nature didn't come into play until much later. His first kill was shortly after his twenty first birthday. Jacob had dropped out of college and lived pretty much as a nomad. He would crash someone's couch, eat their food and then bail without so much as a thank you. His sexual conquests were often a result of this new found lifestyle. Jacob would meet a girl at a bar or a club in a college town, go home with her, sleep with her and then in the morning he'd leave as if nothing happened. But there was something missing from the equation. That was a thirst that wasn't being quenched. There was a hunger that he couldn't quite get rid of. When Jacob met Brandy on a hot summer night in a small college town in Illinois, something just clicked. The girl was incredibly attractive, with dark hair, pale blue eyes and the body of a goddess. She was just drunk enough that the thought of letting a complete stranger fuck her and then crash at her place seemed perfectly fine. And Jacob did exactly that. After he came, Jake washed up. His eyes caught a glimpse of the drying rack with all of the clean dishes on the kitchen counter as he walked through to head back to the bedroom. A knife stood at attention there, almost begging him to grab hold. He grasped it firmly and as he stood alone in the kitchen, he waved it around as if he was fighting some invisible assailant. Despite the fact that he'd just finished having sex, he grew hard again as he thought about plunging the cool blade into Brandy's warm flesh. He reveled in the thought, so much that without any sort of proper planning, he made his way into the room and closed the door behind him. ------------------------ It was almost ten years to the day from the anniversary of that first kill and Jacob was feeling those same pangs of hunger. He was confident he'd found his next target, even though she sort of broke the mold in terms of a woman he'd bother killing. This one, a writer, wasn't exactly the adventurous, party-going type he'd find at a club on a Saturday night. She was different. He'd found some of her musings on a blog he happened upon one particularly boring evening. It wasn't long before he was hooked, reading even the most mundane of her entries. There was something about the woman he couldn't quite pinpoint. He'd left encouraging comments on her blog, researched her heavily and did enough digging to learn exactly where she was from. He packed up his belongings and moved to a studio apartment in her town. He didn't scour bars and night clubs for his next victim. Instead, he followed Emma wherever she went. A simple trip to the store had him tailing her on foot. He was discreet enough not to draw her attention, but he was always watching. He followed her home one particular night just so he knew which apartment she lived in. It startled Jacob how extensively he studied Emma and after tailing her to a park on a cool, fall evening, he debated on whether or not he was wasting his time. It'd been over a month since his last victim, an Asian college student named Cho or Chu or something. He hadn't been too particular. But Emma...he knew much more about. Was it time to confront her? He could easily just bump into her as she walked. He could start up an innocent conversation and then act totally surprised when she revealed who she was. He could tell her how much he enjoys her blog and her writing and surely, she'd give him the time of day. He was a good looking, confident, intelligent man who was showing an interest in what she did. That had to count for something. Jacob circled the lake and heard the sounds of two lovebirds getting a little frisky as the sun set. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and balled his fists, imagining beating the guy to a bloody pulp and then fucking his girlfriend while the mangled mess looked on through the blood in his eyes. He'd pull the knife he always kept at his side and chop them into pieces once he was through. He breathed in that cool autumn air and then smoothed down his jacket. His cock was hard and straining inside of his jeans. He needed fresh blood. Almost forgetting the matter at hand, he caught up to Emma again and decided to hide behind the tree line. He would pop out before she made notice of them and then the two would just bump into one another. Their common interest for walks around the lake at dusk would undoubtedly be a source of conversation and the fact that they had common interests would draw her to him. He knew her type. Pressing his strong back against one of the tall oaks, he braced himself, palms sweating more than he would have cared to admit. When he heard her footsteps, he shifted his body and whipped around the tree, just in time for his large, imposing body to be standing directly in her path. Her body crashed against his own, but luckily she was small enough and he was big enough that the impact didn't knock him down. Instead, Jacob stood firm and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling back, steadying her before he pulled back a little. He gave her a warm smile and when he looked into her eyes, he felt something. What was it about this woman that enamored him so much? Christ. I'm sorry about that. Are you alright? he asked, laughing it off. I didn't expect to run into anyone out here like this. I'm usually the only one around when I take my nightly walk, Jacob added, hoping that little bit of information would serve as a talking point. He needed an in with her. He didn't have the help of alcohol, nor did she seem like the type who would just up and drop everything to spend the night with him. He would have to be even more cunning and crafty. This one would be his treasure.