Thread: Death of a Beautiful Woman

Part one. - Love at first sight. Like all good love stories, they met by chance - the stars aligned just right in the sky, a butterfly flapped its wings, and by some random stroke of fate, he laid eyes upon the most beautiful woman he would ever kill. If what Edgar Allan Poe said about the death of a beautiful woman being the most poetical thing in the world was true, then she was the most inspirational of the muses he could have wished for. He couldnt place what it was about her that was so perfect, so absolutely heavenly in the way that she moved, but he knew that he loved her. On that fateful day, he was transfixed as she glanced up at him shyly, he thought, as her smile was slow to come to her lips and spoke with a voice like angels singing Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get for you today? Though he came to this franchise often and knew his order by heart, he was at a loss for words. His mouth was like hed shoved it full of cotton and his palms clammy. Her smile faltered, eyes moving to the line behind him then back to him, Sir? She prompted him again, impatience in her face as words were grumbled just below the level of clear hearing. He cleared his throat and tried to speak in English, though his thoughts were so jumbled he could scarcely remember his own name. A coffee, please. Grande. His voice was low, lower than normal because his breath was stuck in his lungs. His eyes glanced down at her uniform - if her name tag was truly hers, then her name was Alyson, a cute hand-written smiley face tagged onto the end that showed her sweet personality. He lifted his glance back up to meet her gaze as he slid a ten dollar bill across the counter. Keep the change, Alyson. He didnt even remember what his total was, but he knew he was tipping her far more than what most people would given how expensive the coffee itself was. He moved from the register to the sign open counter to the left where a sign was hung that read pick up. The way her body moved was like poetry in motion, everything smooth as if she were dancing to a slow beat that was in her mind. Her step had a bounce that was almost literally a skip and her smile so genuine. There was something so beautiful about her that he wanted to keep it close and cherish it forever. He wanted to take the most beautiful thing about her and keep it to himself. He couldnt deny it, he was selfish and wanted her all to himself. It took less than a minute for her to pour his coffee, her pale and slender hands securing the top onto the cup before she offered it out to him, steam rising from the small holes in the top. He took it gingerly, feeling the intense heat from the cup and the brush of her fingers as it slid from her grasp. A smile came slow to his lips as he slid his thumb beneath the lip of the lid and felt it pop loose, watching as she turned her back to him to tend to other customers that had come to the register in that short time. Alyson? He called her name firmly, but with affection in its own way, her hair spinning around her like ribbon as she turned. Her eyes were bits of amber trapped in white, beautiful gems that were polished to fucking perfection. Youre so beautiful, He commented, watching as her cheeks turned pink and her gaze softened, but had confusion, her mouth opening up slowly as his arm moved quickly, tossing the still almost-boiling coffee directly into her face. Instead of a polite thank you, her scream filling the room as if it were tangible. The black liquid had turned her pink cheeks red, blisters popping up on her face slowly and coming to burst as her hands instinctively reached up to stop the pain in some way. He was equally apathetic as he was in awe of the way she agonized, his breathing ragged as she fell to the floor, her coworkers rushing to her aide and screaming profanities at him at the same time. Somewhere behind him, he heard someone state they had called the police. His lips spread into a slow smile, eyes closing as he drank in the symphony of her despair. When his eyes opened, the coffee was still hot and fresh in his hands, the lid secured safely on the top as Alyson returned to the register. It was just a fantasy, one so much like the ones hed suffered from as a child, but this time so much more vivid. He came to the realization that he was standing at the pick up counter like a zombie, staring at her blankly as she continued to service the line and hand off cups to her coworkers. He couldnt linger. He could already feel the cameras staring at him as he stood transfixed by her. He took one step, then the next, feeling like a robot as he forced himself to walk away, to leave the coffee shop without another glance at her. Her image still lingered behind his eyes, and when he took the first timid sip of his coffee, the feel of his own burned taste buds had never been so bitter sweet.