Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Emma's reaction to the news was exactly what he came to expect just from interacting with her for such a short time. His being a fan was the icing on the cake. Jake had become an expert at reading people and that look in her eyes when he broke the news was enough for him to know he'd hooked her. In the flesh, he said, smiling brightly through the darkness, the air seeming to get cooler by the second, but yet he was still warm. It must have been the fact that he'd finally found what he was looking for. All the time he'd spent killing women who meant nothing to him, just to sate a craving. But Emma...she'd be the real score. I hope all of my words of encouragement paid off. You can do great things. And hell, if it takes walking out here at night to find inspiration, by all means. It was probably the most heartfelt conversation Jake ever had in his entire life. He was never one to get too personal. With his past conquests, all of his compliments were just drunk guy at a club speak. With Emma, however, it was real. It was what he truly felt and that both enthralled him and terrified him in equal measure. Was someone as dark and disturbed as himself supposed to have feelings like that? Wasn't he supposed to be totally disconnected from the world? A reclusive soul who preys on those too stupid and naive to know any better? Yet there he was, having a meaningful conversation with a woman who, for some reason, he felt something for. The sound of laughter pulled him from his gushing thoughts and Jake took note of the blood red hue of Emma's cheeks as the couple made their way towards them. The girl was attractive, there was no doubt about it and the look on her face told the story. If Emma hadn't been standing right beside him, he would have killed her. He would have tossed every last piece of her he meticulously cut up into the same lake she'd had her last fuck on the shores of. It wasn't meant to be, though. There were more pressing matters at hand. With other women, something asking him to walk them home undoubtedly would have been dripping with double meaning. It was like the women he'd been asked to drive home because they were too wasted who wanted to show a token of their gratitude by inviting him inside. He always obliged. The offer was too good to pass up. Drunk women were less inhibited and more stupid. It all played out in his favor. With Emma, though, he knew a walk home meant a walk home. It was surprising to see Emma take charge the way she had. She must have been riding high from the knowledge that she was actually face-to-face with one of her fans. A real fan. Jake wouldn't ever turn an offer like that down. He grinned and nodded. Our first walk together. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Jake couldn't have scripted things any better. Every piece was falling into place. His confidence came out in droves as he took his hand from his coat pocket and slipped it into Emma's as he began to walk, interlocking their fingers. The sight of that couple emerging after their fun by the lake had to have put Emma in the mood to be romanced. Holding hands wasn't exactly having sex by the lake by moonlight, but it was a start. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and turned to look at her. I'm really glad I bumped into you tonight, Jake said, tempted to stop her right there in her tracks and kiss her. He resisted, however. He'd rethink it when they reached her apartment. There was no need to rush things. With Emma, he knew it wasn't going to be as cut and dry as the others. He'd have to feed off of the cues she was giving him. Noticing he had actually begun to lead the way and knowing that would tip off the fact he'd known more about her than he divulged, Jake slowed and let Emma take the lead. He wasn't going to fuck this up. Not now.