Thread: Death of a Beautiful Woman

Part two. - Dreams For the first time, he finds that he cant sleep. He can feel the fatigue tug at his eyelids and can feel his limbs get heavy, but his mind is far too awake for him to slip off that final cliff into the dark abyss that is his nightly routine. Every time he closes his eyes he can see her behind those dark lids, from the way that her lips curl to how her hair moves when she walks. He hasnt ever felt like this before and he cant explain what it is that has him so Consumed. Love is something that has always fascinated and eluded him, and for the longest time he ponders the possibility of the fact that he might actually be in love with her. But love doesnt come for those of his kind and love is reserved for those who feel something - anything - when they look at another human being. He doesnt know what he feels for her, but he knows that its not love. He opens his eyes to look at the clock on his nightstand, the glowing numbers being the only illumination in the otherwise pitch black room. Its past midnight now and he knows that its very unusual for him to be up this late. Instead of attempting sleep, he pushes himself out of bed and crosses the room by memory to his desk, the familiar feel of the worn wood a comfort as his fingers slide across it. With a flick of a switch, his desk lamp throws harsh light across the desk top, revealing things precisely as hed left them. His laptop was in the center of the desk, the charging port blinking slowly, pens of different varieties as well as highlighters in a tall metal mesh pencil holder directly next to the lamp, and a stack of neatly lined papers to the left of it all. He opens his laptop and takes a seat in his chair, leaning it back as he rubs his eyes and waits for it all to boot up. The moment his familiar and non personal background shows up, he opens up his browser, sliding a sheet of paper down to the space between himself and the laptop. Hed done some research on the girl before he went home, enough that he would know a decent enough about her. The fun thing about living in the cyber age was that people tended to lose the sense of privacy. Everything you wanted to know about a person was broadcast onto the internet in a never-ending stream of useless bullshit. He loved every minute of it. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr told him everything that he needed to know about the girl hed encountered this morning. Her full name was Alyson Leigh Camden and she attended the local community college where she majored in nursing. She had dreams of being a labor and delivery nurse when she graduated and had high hopes in the future of adopting children of her own, if she ever settled down. None of this information was shocking to him. What caught his attention was the double life hed found on her Tumblr account, a lewd and downright dirty blog that was filled to the brim with hardcore bondage porn, innocent girls in compromising situations, and fetishes that would have belonged better on motherless.com than anywhere else. Riddled between the stills and gifs of hard, dirty sex were small entries of fantasies of her own. She was surprisingly detailed in her wants, the entries reading more like seductive suggestions to a lover than just mere fantasies. He couldnt bring himself to browse her deliciously deviant fantasies any longer than he already had, so he turned his attention instead towards her other social media sites, digging into her life a little further than what he had with his first cursory glance. Instagram detailed her life through a series of pictures - workflow, partying, and girltimmmme seemed to be pretty popular in her tags, his eyes committing the faces of her closest friends and coworkers to memory. Alyson was a vibrant girl and most certainly an intriguing creature, what with her dual nature hidden beneath the mask of pure mediocrity. Her life had been nothing spectacular on her other sites, though it had given him enough information to deduce where she lived as well as several of her routine hang out spots. He started to pen to paper the address he would need, forming out a prediction of her schedule. The good thing about normal people who lived normal lives was that they all craved the same thing when it really boiled down to it - routine reigned supreme for most. They enjoyed doing things to the beat of their own drum so to speak and people formed schedules for themselves whether they knew it or not. Alyson was no different in this respect, as her schedule formed in front of him without him having to put much thought to it She lived a very public life, and because of that he had few opportunities in which he could get another close encounter with her - the easiest place would be a dance club that she attended every other Saturday called Night Lyfe, a place that was located close enough to the community college that it was composed of either current students or dropouts that had preferred the party life more than the academic life. The only other opportunity would be much more difficult, as she stilled lived with her parents, would be at home. Hed seen glimpses of her houses face from her facebook, had learned her cars license plate from there as well. He was blatantly shocked at how little people realized they broadcast out into the world for quite literally anyone to see. It was a shame, really, that the hunt had been reduced now to a few minutes on Google. There was a loss in the romance of the entire ordeal if he could hunt while taking a shit By now sleep was tugging at his lids again and this time he felt more inclined to ease into the temptation. He glanced at the clock at the bottom of his screen - 321 AM. Sleep would be light and unfulfilling, but it wouldnt do to ignore one of his bodys basic needs for rest. He shut the laptop, satisfied in the information hed gotten for the night as he clicked off the lamp and sought his way back to the comfort of the sheets. This time, as he closed his eyes he didnt see her face. His beast had been satiated in the thrill of research, filled its stomach to the brim with information, and it would rest too while he slept. He drifted without so much as trying for it, his mind turning over now to the dream world. And in his dreams, his mind played out her fantasies.