Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Jake wasn't accustomed to women like Emma. There was a refreshing element about the way she went about herself. Her apology was heart felt and she looked truly embarrassed for bumping into him. Had Jake been at a club and he bumped into someone, he would've undoubtedly gotten a 'Fuck you' or a 'Watch where you're going asshole'. When her gaze averted his own, he grinned. Jake felt alive in that moment. Emma was the type of woman to cleanse his palette after so many carbon copies of women he'd slept with and then subsequently killed. He wanted someone different. He wanted a connection for once instead of the mindless routine he'd fallen into with the others. Don't be sorry. It was my fault for assuming I was the only one out here aside from the lovebirds who come out here to...well, I'm sure you heard them, too. Jake tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket, the wind starting to swirl leaves around. The Fall really was a beautiful time. It was reminiscent of Jake in a way. It was the time when things began to die. I do. There's no better time to take walks. There's something about this time of year. The way the air gets a little cooler, the days get a little shorter and the leaves change color. It's inviting. It's just a shame it doesn't last longer. Before you know it, you're going to be bundled in so many layers, you won't hardly be able to move. Jake smiled at Emma, not because of what he'd said, but because of what it brought to his mind. Emma hardly moving. His mind often wandered to the most graphic and inappropriate thoughts at the worst possible times. Jake was capable of slipping off into a stream of thinking so intense that he could stand there for minutes and not even take note of Emma standing right there in front of him. Instead of letting it get to that point, he briefly thought about Emma's hands bound above her head while he used the blade of the same knife he'd used for his first kill making incisions all over her body, letting her bleed out slowly so he could taste each little cut for himself. He snapped out of it when he heard Emma introduce herself. He could see it took a lot of effort for a shy woman like Emma to make strides like those and he appreciated it. She was trying to impress him or at the very least engage him and he liked that. He felt himself drawn to her, not only because he wanted to cut her up, but because she was such a breath of fresh air. Emma. It's nice meeting you and bumping into you. I'm Jacob. Call me Jake if you'd like. He took her extended hand in his own after fishing it from his pocket. His large hand dwarfed hers. He gave it a gentle squeeze and then reluctantly let go. What brings you out here? he asked, quickly shifting from the introductions so Emma wouldn't dwell on it. He'd noticed the way her hand trembled as she waited for him to take it. You here so many stories about prowlers lurking in places like this just waiting for someone as vulnerable as yourself. It's a shame it's that way, but it is. Again, his mind went dark. He reveled in hinting at the fact that he was that man prowling in the shadows, but instead of acting as if he was, he would act like the savior Emma needed. I like to get away from everything. When I'm out here, nothing else really matters. It's a nice escape. But I'd be lying if I said it doesn't get a little lonely. You know?