I didn't sleep much during the night due to my change in sleeping patterns while I was searching for April. Hopefully that'll be fixed soon. It's not that I don't mind staying up all night and sleeping all day every once in a while, but I can't do it all the time. I have shit that I need to get done during the day.

Like now, I'm driving golf balls from the rear patio area of my mansion, with music playing through some speakers I have set up out here. It's just not the same when done at night. It's harder to see where and how far the ball goes then, even with my enhanced senses.

I was about to hit another ball when April came out to the patio, accompanied by one of my servants, who had shown her around the mansion before bringing her to me as I'd instructed.

"How'd you sleep?"

April: "Pretty good actually. Thanks for, well, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

I then hit the golf ball, sending it sailing high and far away. Watching it for a moment, I turned around to look at April. She was wearing some of the clothes I'd sent another one of my servants out to buy for her before she woke up.

"I hope those fit okay and everything."

April: "They're fine."

She gave me a smile, but I could tell she wanted to say something else and I was pretty sure I knew what it was. She didn't take too long to work herself up to saying it either.

"Want to drive a ball?"

April: "No thanks, I've never been very good at that. Have you thought at all about how you might be able to help me with my 'problem'?"

"Quite a bit."

Setting down another ball, I promptly struck it as well.

April: "Well?"

"I think treating you like an alcohol or drug addict might be a good place to start. I don't mean we should sign you up Killers Anonymous meetings or something."

The last part causes her to let out a small laugh, as I'd hoped it would, in an attempt to lighten her mood.

"Just that I should try to support and help you, especially when you feel that urge to kill. I hope you know there's no guarantee that it'll work though. I've never had to do anything like that before."

April: "I know. I really appreciate it though."

"You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. There's plenty of room, obviously."

April: "I think it'd be best that I stay here, at least for now. I'm not sure I can face going back home anyway..."

She looks like she's about to start crying, but she didn't. I felt that she wanted to say more. I wasn't about to pressure her into telling me what it was though, at least not yet.

"Want some breakfast?"

April: "Sure."

Handing my golf club off to a servant, I escort her back inside.

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They didn't talk much while they ate, but that was fine by April. She needed to think about some stuff, like what happened with her and her boyfriend and how she was ever going to be able to tell Red about it. She felt that she needed to tell him since he was helping her and it was part of what was happening to her, but it hurt her to even think about it.

Then there was the question of what she would do if she ever got over her urge to kill. She was sure that a guy like Red wouldn't want anything to do with her afterwards and she couldn't return to what she had before. She'd basically have to start all over with her life.

And what if she never got over that urge? She was pretty sure it was gradually driving her insane. Oh why'd she ever have to go and steal that old doctor's bag? It was the biggest mistake of her life and she swore that if she ever rid of the curse or whatever it was that was causing her problems, she'd never steal anything ever again.

Her thoughts were interrupted when one of Red's servants entered the room to speak to him.

Servant: "Sir, that person's still parked out front. Want me to go see what's going on?"

Red: "No, I'll take care of it."

Setting his napkin down on the table, he stood up.

Red: "Keep eating. I'll be back in a few minutes."

He then walked out of the room and headed upstairs to get his Bowie knife. He had no idea who this person was, but he was getting a bad feeling about them. Once he had his knife, he went back downstairs and out the front door.

He could see the person's car parked across the street from his mansion, the person inside looking in his direction. Keeping his knife concealed, he approached the car. When he reached the edge of the street though, the car took off. He'd gotten a good look of the driver's face, but he didn't recognize it at all. And now he wondered if the person was a cop or someone much worse. Slightly confused by the whole situation, he went back inside to finish his meal.

When he reentered the dining room, April looked up at him.

April: "Something wrong?"

Red: "Maybe."