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(view spoiler)Alec had always loved what he did. As cold as he was, it was perfect for him. He'd always enjoyed watching the life seep slowly out of someone's body, their bright eyes dulling, falling shut as their bodies crashed lifelessly to the floor. Sometimes it was dramatic; maybe they'd choke up blood. But sometimes it was quiet. The only noise was the soft, muffled click of the gun through the silencer. The quiet deaths suited Alec much more. Though he was a fan of all deaths caused by him, there were so many more possibilities for the quiet ones. Strangling, poison, a silent gun, a knife, there were so many possibilities. But Alec's favorite ones were the deaths that couldn't be pinned on a person, yet were entirely his fault. Like the collapse of the building in California, when he'd just finished his job right before the structure collapsed in an earthquake. The bodies were too mangled by that point for anyone to even realize it had been entirely his fault they were dead, not the quakes. Those were Alec's favorites: the messes he didn't have to clean up.
The quiet deaths were a close second, so Alec didn't mind the fact that he could easily get framed for this stunt of his. He enjoyed this as much as his mother had enjoyed knitting; he'd do it every day for the rest of his life if he could. Maybe Alec was the slightest bit crazy, but events in his past had made him so; he'd never thought of himself as crazy. He'd always thought of himself as superior, wiping out all of those inferior to him. Sort of like Hades' assassin, in a way. Even though Alec was atheist, that was how he thought of himself, almost. Death's assassin. So, as he padded down the hall, silent on his feet, Alec didn't give what he was about to do a second thought. It was what he did all the time, and what he felt called to do. So why should he care?
Stopping at the first door he'd planned on getting in, he pulled the doorman's key from his pocket. Of course, the doorman wouldn't be getting his key back; he wouldn't need it. No one needed keys when they were dead on the lobby floor.
Leaving his gun in its holster, Alec carefully twisted the key, followed by the doorknob. He didn't want people to get afraid too quickly; he wanted to see their eyes widen in fear as he pulled the gun from his pocket and aimed it, ending their life quickly.
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The rattle of keys broke the ultimate silence that had long been established in Belle's abode. Relatively dark eyebrows rose in confusion as the tintinnabulation of metal being inserted ricocheted loudly. Usually, it was normal for her to not care for the sound of doors being pushed open and shut; it was an apartment complex, after all. But usually, there was no jingling of keys. Each apartment only had one opening, after all, and thus there was only one key needed. The only exception was the doorman, however, but by long, he'd have gone home and left a security guard in charge of the condominiums.
She now paused, setting down her porcelain tea cup back in its appropriate rose-embroidered saucer and keeping a cautious eye at the door. Hopefully, the jingling was only contributed by a set of car keys; after all, it was England and God knows how one could survive without any mode of transportation, much less walking. Accepting this as a rational reason, she breathed out a short sigh of relief, running a hand through her dark brown locks. Belle hated when she got nervous and flustered for no reason; it was how her body defined her to be - she was sensitive. Sometimes, her sensitivity could prove to be disadvantageous; anyone could use it against her and bask in the content that success would be granted every time. It was part of the reason why she never allowed herself to go deep into intimate and/or affable relationships. It was too much risk, putting herself out there.
She bit her lip, taking a glance at the clock overhead when she heard the distinct turn of a key in its hole. She turned around just in time - dark hair swooping lusciously against her arm and back - to see it was none other than her knob turning counterclockwise.
And what was even worse? Seeing a tall male standing firmly as her door swung open.
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Alec had this all worked out in his dark mind. He'd enter, do his business, and then leave. Alec wasn't one to linger after a death; that was a sure way to get caught by the police, and that was the last thing he needed. Normally, he'd be in and out in minutes, but today, he'd take his time. The police were likely getting lax in their defenses; they clearly thought that telling the civilians to remain in their houses would defend them. Their self confidence was slightly amusing to the serial killer; he'd just have to prove them wrong. No one was safe from him. No one would be able to keep Alec from doing what he wanted, they were better off just letting it go. Maybe then killing would lose its appeal, if there was no adrenaline rush. Alec wasn't quite sure how he'd like what he did if there was no rush in it, no satisfaction. Slipping through the door and closing it silently behind him, Alec stuffed the keys in his pocket, turning the lock from the inside; there was no need for people to enter just as he started to take care of things. Interruptions would never be welcome. Alec had been sure his entrance was quiet, but the dark haired female who's eyes were watching him as he entered proved otherwise. Apparently this serial killer wasn't as stealthy as he thought himself to be. Unaccustomed to being seen so quickly, he had to think fast. He didn't want her to be afraid, not just yet. He wanted to see the realization dawning in her eyes, which was his favorite part. So instead, he settled for a simple threat. That wouldn't be too horrifying, right? "Don't move," he commanded quickly, trying to buy himself as much time as possible to think this through. Alec hadn't expected to be noticed so quickly, which was throwing his whole plan off. And unlike most people, Alec was too sure of his plans that he hadn't bothered to think of a plan B.
Though Alec was stumped, it wasn't visible at all. One of the many things Alec was good at was keeping his cool, his wits. It would be easy for him to pretend he knew what he was doing. So, he settled for a stroll, stepping into the apartment, a slight frown on his face. There was panic in his eyes, despite his calm disposition, in case he decided he should play a fearful civilian to gain trust. That would work well, he decided. Instead of a quick kill like he'd been planning, Alec decided to drag this one out. To earn trust before he made his move. It would make this worth it.
"W-Who are you?"
Belle's voice carried out shakily, soft yet clearly frightened as distinguishable from the jolt of her usually calm timbre. Normally, visitors were rare to be seen in her apartment, much less an intruder. Dark brown oculars widened slightly as the male took further steps into her abode, lips moist as her pink tongue briefly rasped along them. If anything, her fear was evident; the actions she partook in only sighted that she was having one of those confrontations with her number of fears - in this case, her case with scelerophobia.
She took an automatic step backward as he neared, back hitting against the wall, as the nameless male voiced silently of his preference to opt for a nonchalant peregrination in her apartment. Her fear only intensified at catching the unmistakable hilt of a weapon inserted in its appropriate holster. Whoever this man was, he was clearly dangerous. And seeing as there were no weapons allowed in this apartment complex, the only way she could rationalize for this was either the fact that he probably managed to slink in unnoticed or had the immediate tendency to use the weapon for his own safety.
She turned slightly, seeing that the placement of her cellphone was not quite far from her current bearings. Would he notice? He had just only demanded quite roughly for her to not engage in any motion, but that could just be a way for him to offer something to further his initiation of whatever he had planned in the recesses of his - what she became to assume - malicious psyche. Her fingers slowly danced their way along the table, pausing every moment to shoot a cautious glance at the male before they just barely grazed the cool glass surface of the electronic device. Another glimpse directed to the male hinted he was very near her and thus caused her to emit a high-pitched squeak. God, why was she even in this situation?
(view spoiler)"No one dangerous," Alec said after a moment's thought, deciding how he wanted to go about this. It would be easiest to gain trust before action, so that's what he decided to do. It would be the most beneficial to him in the end, seeing that trust fade. To Alec, it was all a sport, one he was unwilling to give up. One with a true reward; dominance. Losing all signs of wanting to remain calm, Alec let his gorgeous eyes fall wide, wide enough to show 'true' fear. His eyes had been skitting around the room when he noted the girl's small hand reaching for the cellular device thrown on the table. Quickly, knowing that if she got a hold of it, he'd be screwed, Alec leaned forward and grasped her wrist, putting it back at her side, the phone on the counter.
"No need to be afraid," he promised, raking a hand through his hair in a long since perfected attempt to look worried. "I was out when I heard about the killer on the l-loose," he stuttered. A perfect, believable fear on his face would hopefully convince this girl that he was nothing to fear. That he was hiding, not to be hidden from. "And I heard some noises in an alley--" the truth, actually. Alec had been in an alley before he came here, loading up the gun and running over his plans one last time. This girl would never have to know that, though. She wouldn't need to have any idea of what he was, not until he had the gun pointed, loaded, with his finger on the trigger. Then she would know. Alec supposed he'd be screwed if she decided not to trust him, but he would jump that hurdle when, and if, it came. "--so I ran for somewhere safe. The doorman was dead on the floor--" also a truth, though the girl didn't need to know it was by his hand. "--so I took his keys, and this was the first apartment I found."
After a moment, Alec's strong, calloused hand slipped off the girl's wrist, his eyes wide, pleading for her to believe him. The best lies were always half truths, he believed, so his story would be easy to adopt, if she didn't have very strong street smarts. He had been about to tell her his name when he decided it wouldn't be the wisest thing to do--too random at that point. Besides, he would have to use an alias, going by Alec would make it easy to be identified. Not now, but in the future. Despite the fact that he was cocky, Alec was not stupid.
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Dangerous. Of all the words he could have chosen to make himself seem less frightening to her psyche, he chose the word dangerous. Maybe he could have said that he was her neighbor or the news boy. Not to mention, the revolver resting casually in its appropriate location on his well-built physique suggested otherwise. But Belle decided to let him know any disagreements; believe it or not, Belle could hold her tongue in as well and the last thing she wanted was a possible threat on her back. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to not to resist as his hand seized her wrist. Whatever means of escape or potential safe haven she could have been put in if she had the quicker reflexes to use the electronic device was gone now.
She studied him cautiously, ever so frequently letting her gaze rest on the weapon, as if it was a silent reminder for her that, yes, this man possessed serious danger. He looked well for a male - even better if she could make the assumption without blushing - though he seemed, at the moment, a tad nervous. The shift of his weight planted from his left foot to the right proved to express otherwise as he swore there was no need to be fearful of his presence. She took in his prominent height, making the mental note that she was at his forearm, along with the fact that he was quite developed primarily in the muscle area. But the most striking feature - from which she could not seem to tear her probing gaze - was his eyes. Light cerulean with just the barest tinges of beige and gray, they hid a sort of malice that was frighteningly attractive. A malice that shone with an unusual glint... just like the cheap shine of veneer coated on an unattractively collapsing piece of furniture. And the way he kept staring at her... she felt as if he was draining all of the dearest secrets embedded deeply in her heart with a mere glance.
... Like he was reading her.
Belle shuddered, looking down as her dark luscious locks fell - thankfully - against the olive complexion of her appealing countenance. God, she hoped he hadn't noticed she was staring at him too intently. But it was needed, after all. She didn't know him or vice-versa. But she did know he was hiding something from her. But as of now, he wasn't going to tell her. Maybe later. After all, he seemed all too keen on the idea of trust.
All the prior knowledge she had stored in her versatile cranial capacity of strangers and such, starting from the slideshow her second-grade teacher presented to her class, the clear emphasis placed on the word trust was about to be diminished. Belle could only hope she was doing the right thing.
"I... believe you."
(view spoiler)The tension in the air was palpable as Alec waited anxiously for the girl's answer. Of course, he didn't show it in any way; on the outside, he looked unconcerned with the fact that she could possibly catch him in a lie, ruin all his fun. The silence in the room as the girl pondered his words rang in Alec's ears, causing it to seem much louder than it actually was. Though the ringing in his ears was nothing compared to the wild thoughts in his head. What if she had enough street smarts to know that his words weren't the truth, only half of it? The half that was true wasn't the important part, either. The truths that Alec had told this girl meant nothing, the things he'd left unsaid were the words that could end up changing her life. And ending it, Alec thought. His hidden truths would end this girl's life if she wasn't smart enough to see them.
As the girl thought over what he had said--he could see the gears working in her head--Alec let his eyes wander around the apartment. Though it was nice, simple, something a college student would likely inhabit, he found his focusing on her every time his gaze flitted by. In the end, he decided to study her. Knowing your prey was one of the first rules of hunting, and this was no different. Ignoring the feeling of her eyes surveying his well muscled body, Alec noted the girl's features. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, gaining trust. This girl didn't seem naive, or manipulable, but as long as Alec was careful about what he said, things would go smoothly--at least he hoped so.
Alec's found himself quite intrigued by this girl, in all honesty. She was quite attractive, though he was loathe to admit that about anyone other than himself, being the conceited, self centered man that he was. Still, the young killer discovered that he couldn't drag his eyes away from her smooth, olive toned skin, her long, dark hair, and a rather slim figure. Of course, what he found himself caught with were the eyes. Though they were dark brown, a common color, it was the knowledge he saw in them, the drive, the determination. It almost reminded him of her, but not quite. Pushing thoughts of her out of his mind, Alec allowed a small smile to show in his eyes at her comment. 'I... believe you.' Little did she know, those words would be her undoing, honest or not.
Scanning her eyes for any signs of a lie--and surprising himself when he found absolutely no hint whatsoever--Alec nodded. "Good," he noted, relaxing ever so slightly. He didn't touch the cell phone, knowing that if he took it his cover would be blown, but he did keep a very close eye on it.
Strangely enough, Alec found himself at a loss for words. What was there to say? Anything that came out of his mouth would be awkward, which he took all care to avoid. Mentally slapping himself, Alec abandoned all thoughts of avoiding awkward, and racked his dark brain for something to say.
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(view spoiler)[Well, he could just burst in and - I don't know - threaten her or something while just studying her. (hide spoiler)]