His part...

Several days have passed since my mansion received its bloodied makeover. Everything's back to normal now though. Well, except for one thing: my servants. The four that April didn't kill quit the day after, I suspect mostly out of fear of her. I can't say I blame them either. I somewhat fear her and it's highly unlikely that she'll ever manage to kill me. So once again, I've had to seek out replacement servants. But maybe it's a good thing if I don't find anymore just yet. It'll give April less people to possibly kill and me less shit to clean up if she does.

Tonight though, we won't be worry about any of that. I enter the living room to find her watching TV, currently a news story about seven cops and a SWAT van that have turned up missing. I'm sure someone will discover what's left of them soon enough, along with my servants. Of course, if the fire I started did its job, they'll find it incredibly difficult, if not impossible, to identify the remains. When I hire servants though, I make sure they have no one who'll really miss them if something does happen to them, so even if they're eventually indentified, they'll still have trouble connecting them to me. As for the four who lived but quit, they're too afraid of what I might do to them if they report me to the police.

I approach her and she looks up at me from her position of the sofa, smiling.

"Want to go out tonight?"

Her smile falters.

April: "Well, I'd like to, but...do you think that's such a good idea?"

I expected her to say something like that, but I'm not giving up.

"I think it's a great idea actually. It'll help take you mind off things."

April: "Where will we go?"

"Just dinner and then we'll go to a club afterwards. The whole club is 80s themed. It'll be fun."

April: "It does sound like a lot of fun. Okay then, but only if you're sure..."

"Yes, I'm sure. Go get dressed and we'll leave when you're ready."

At that, she stood up and left for her room to pick out an outfit to wear for the evening. I watched the news report for a moment longer, which was now showing pictures of the missing cops, before turning the TV off.

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About forty-five minutes later, we left for the restaurant I'd made reservations at. It was an Italian place, not one I've been to before, but it got great reviews recently. Since I no longer had any servants, I would have to drive us there myself. I don't mind driving though. In fact, I enjoy it.

As I drive us, I occasionally glance in my rear view mirror to make sure we aren't being followed by anyone. I don't think we are. I'm unsure of what Deadblood might try next since he failed to kill me yet again, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious when it comes to someone like him. Next time I see him though, I plan on taking his head off. I don't care where we are or who happens to be there to witness it. He's been a thorn in my side for way too long. And this latest attempt on my life was perhaps his worst attempt. He had cops and tranquilizer darts on his side and I still made it out alive.

I leave my car in a parking garage that's near both the restaurant and club, the two of which are only a few blocks away from each other. While we walk down the sidewalk towards the restaurant, I continue to check for anyone that might be following. I don't spot anyone, or anyone that stands out anyway.

At the restaurant, we're seated immediately. We start off with a bottle of wine while we decide what we want to eat. I don't check for anyone that might be following or watching us in here as much as I did when we were outside, not so much because I'm less paranoid in here, but because I don't wish to attract attention to us.

We order our food and sip on our drinks while we wait for it. April is impressed that I got us into a place like this. I actually only made the reservation only couple days ago and while you usually have to make reservations to a place like this at least a month in advance, having a celebrity status, especially in this city since I live here, made it possible for me to make a reservation with such short notice.

When our food arrives, we immediately begin eating, although we don't rush, as we have plenty of time on our hands. Like most other clubs, the one we're going to is open until the early hours of the morning and it doesn't matter if we stay there until they close and get back home at dawn.

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After our dinner, we begin our walk to the club. April seems to be enjoy herself so far, which is what I'd hoped for. The sidewalk has gotten busier now, this area of the city containing many other popular restaurants and clubs. And because of there being more people around, I'll have a harder time seeing if anyone's following us. But like I'm hoping the club will help take her mind off of things, I'm hoping it'll do the same for me. It's harder for me though, because after so many years of being a serial killer, looking over my shoulder is more of a habit than anything.

At the entrance to the club, there's a line, as usual. I simply head straight to the doors though, where a couple bouncers are waiting. I recognize one of them.

Bouncer: "Yo, Red. It's been a while. How's it going?"

"Good. Yourself?"

Bouncer: "I'm great, man."

The bouncer then opens the doors for me and her. As I walk by, I hand him a small tip for letting us in.

Inside the club, April, rather surprisingly, takes my hand and leads me through the crowd of people to the dance floor. On the dance floor, I feel even more paranoid that someone might've followed us in, but I resist the urge to look around and instead focus on dancing with her. Eventually, I do manage to push the idea of someone unwanted watching me to the back of my mind.

After we've danced to quite a few songs, we decide to get drinks from the bar. We make our order and as we wait, she leans up towards my ear to speak to me, try to make herself heard over the loud music.

April: "I'm really glad you brought me here. I love 80s music."

We continue dancing and drinking for several hours and when we finally decide to leave, it's after 1:00 AM. On our way back to the car, I notice that the sidewalks aren't quite as busy now and they get even less busy the further we move from the club. I almost immediately start wondering if we're being followed again though. However, the slight buzz I'm feeling from the alcohol I've consumed and the light chatter with April distract me just enough to keep me from looking over my shoulder anymore.

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When we arrive back at my mansion, I look back at the street one last time before we go inside. The street's completely empty of course. Inside, I lock the door behind me.

April: "I had such a great time tonight. Thank you so much for that."

"You're welcome."

I started to take off my shoes. What happened next though was almost completely unexpected and I'm not sure if the fact that we were drunk attributed to it or not, but it still happened. Stepping in front of me, April began kissing me. It wasn't just a friendly, thanks-for-the-lovely-night-but-I'm-going-bed-now kind of kiss either. She made it pretty clear that she wanted more than just a kiss and me being, well, me, I wasn't about to deny her what she wanted. After the initial kiss, we began undressing each other, dropping our clothes to the floor.



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Her part...

We've finally made it to Red's bedroom, after making visits to several other rooms throughout the mansion. We lay under the covers, my head on his chest with one of my arms draped across it as well. We've worn each other out, from both the dancing at the club and the sex at his mansion. I can see the first hints of sunlight on the carpet of his bedroom where the curtain isn't quite completely covering the window. I should go to sleep, but I really need to tell him something first. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to be able to do this. If I'm going to continue whatever it is I have with him though, I have to tell him and now.

"Red?"

Red: "Hmm?"

"There's something I need to tell you..."

Red: "What is it?"

He squeezes me lightly for a moment with one of his arms.

"Before you found me, I had a boyfriend..."

Red: "Well, if you're worried about him finding out, I won't tell if you don't."

"It's not that. I...killed him...and I didn't mean to...but..."

I can feel tears begin to run down my face.

"And I just thought that...you should know...since..."

With even more tears coming out now, I turn over in the bed, away from him. I know he can hear my sobbing. Oh god, my life's such a mess. I've completely ruined what was otherwise turning out to be a good time with my bullshit. I expect him just get out of bed and leave me there by myself, but he doesn't. Instead, he turns over as well, looking at my back, and places a hand on my shoulder.

Red: "I'm not afraid of you. I care about you, a lot. And I intend to see this whole thing through to the end. I know exactly what you're going through and I know it sucks. It rips your life apart. But you can't ignore it either, because it will never go away on its own. And I can't ignore you."

Wiping some of my tears away, I turn back over to see his face. I can't think of anything to say though, no way to really thank him for all he's doing for me, so I kiss him again instead. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me over on top of him and we continue kissing each other.

I just hope he's sure that he wants to help me, because I know this "urge" is far from being over. He does make me feel safe at least and I know for sure now that he understands. I think I'm falling in love with him. I don't think it's just because of the fact that he's helping me either. For a serial killer, he's a pretty sweet guy. I'm actually kind of surprised that he doesn't have a girlfriend or a wife. Maybe he doesn't want one though. I can see how it could get in the way of him being a serial killer. That thought does worry me some, but I guess I should worry about that another time, preferably at a time when I no longer have the "urge" plaguing me.

After doing a little more exploring of each others' bodies, we finally decide to get some sleep, both of us tired but extremely satisfied, in more ways than one.